Unlaced is in stores! It’s really been an honor working with these ladies. In fact, we’re going to do it again with another anthology, too. And to celebrate, we’ve all gotten together to share a few secrets about ourselves. The theme is “firsts” since this is our first anthology together.
Here’s how it works. We’ve each answered four questions and we’ll each post the answers to one of those questions on our individual blogs. So you can trip around to all the blogs, , , and me, and learn fun things about us.
Jaci Burton will tell you about our first kisses, I’ll reveal our first dates, learn about our first loves with
Joey Hill and our first break-ups with
Denise Rossetti.
My question that I asked everyone was about their first date. Here’s what we all had to say.
JaciI remember my first date all too clearly. I was in high school and it was a blind date that my friend set up for me. The guy was okay looking. Kind of quiet. We went to the movies. I remember his pants were partially unzipped. I so wanted to tell him but I was too embarrassed for him. Heh.
And he was a movie talker, which drove me crazy. All during the movie he made comments and these weird little sounds like mumbling escaped his lips. The guy was definitely...odd. And he really didn't talk 'to' me at all. Maybe he was shy, but he was definitely weird. Afterward my friends left and the guy drove me home. He walked me to my front door and waited expectantly...for a kiss I assume. I thanked him for the date and said goodnight. And told him his fly was open.
Jasmine
My first date was with David. I was 16 and that’s when my parents allowed me to date. Unfortunately, my first date with David was my last date with him. He was a nice guy, but you know girls want those bad boys (see my answer to the first kiss question on Jaci’s blog!). When my mother invited him in for a bit after the matinee movie (hm, can’t remember the movie now or maybe I don’t want to totally date myself), he wouldn’t leave. We had to invite him to dinner, then dessert, then to watch TV with the family, then the news. Embarrassingly, I finally had to ask him to go home. What did he think, that my mom was going to invite him to spend the night!?
JoeyMy first date was with my first love (see my blog for description of him/circumstances under which we met). I remember certain portions of that first date so vividly. I’d finished helping my friend with all the moving and babysitting chores, had found something semi-decent to wear (since I’d only brought moving clothes to her house at the beach, that turned out to be a pair of the 80’s style gym shorts and a blousy white shirt tied at my waist – no kidding), and so I went down the steps of the beach stairs in the dark to wait for him, too nervous to wait inside. When he pulled up on a motorcycle (yeah, Jaci!), he didn’t see me at first, and when he did, he gave me this beautiful smile, and reached out to take my hand. On that first date, we probably got something to eat, but what I remember most is he took me on a motorcycle ride on a deserted long road where I could hold onto his waist and drop my head back and feel the ocean wind (and have the thrilling excuse of holding onto him at the same time). We also went for a walk on the beach where he picked me up and carried me through tidal pools (he was over 6 feet, and I was a little over 5 feet). At the end of the night, I’m sure he may have kissed me, but what I remember most about that night was the feeling – think Jasmine may have described it best – a giddy, ethereal, it-doesn’t-get-better-than-this feeling. I was shivery and happy and teary all at once.
DeniseMy mother thought Gary the Hopeful was taking me to the pictures, but no, first he took me parking, where he taught me how to kiss.
I still find it hard to believe how stupid he was if he thought I'd fall for it, but then he took me back to his house--his parents were away--and plied me with red wine. I can still see his beady little eyes gleaming at me. Ah, hope springs eternal. These days, I could probably drink him under the table, but at sixteen, I didn't like any kind of wine, let alone a rough red. I sipped distastefully, feeling oh-so-bored.
On the other hand, I was so naïve, I had no idea I could have been in real trouble. Fortunately, he was a fundamentally decent boy and after a while his face fell, he heaved a sigh that came from his boots and drove me home. Where to add insult to injury, he fell over the empty milk bottles my mother had left out on the steps for the milkman, a clatter that echoed through the whole sleeping suburb. Poor guy.
So, anyone care to share one of their “firsts?”
Let’s add some fun by having some giveaways, too! For everyone who posts on my blog, you’ll be entered into a drawing for an autographed copy of my book
Open Invitation. Please leave me your email so that I know how to contact you. I’ll also add you to my mailing list for updates on releases and contests. I’ll choose the winner next Monday, Dec 8th! And check out the new
excerpt of
Undone, my story in
Unlaced!
The other girls will be giving away fun prizes, too, so be sure to check out their blogs and Q&A!
Jaci is offering a copy of
Holiday Seduction,
Joey has
Unlaced for you, and
Denise is giving away a copy of her Avon anthology,
A Red Hot New Year.
Thanks for stopping by!
Jasmine, Jennifer and JB!
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