Remembering Your First (aka: Losing Your Romance Novel Virginity) CONTEST!!!
Ahhh, I remember it well. I was young and, believe it or not, reluctant to do any reading that wasn’t assigned as homework. (Ummm, I didn’t do much of that either.) Then, it all changed. I was spending the night at a friend’s house and she handed me this book. Not just any book. This was a full fledged romance novel with a man and woman on the cover, looking adoringly at each other. It had Excitement. It had adventure. It had bold characters that butted heads—a lot. It had…SEX!
Whoooo Baby! I was sixteen and I was shocked and instantly addicted. Not just for the sex—yes it was a major player—but because I truly enjoyed the plot and the spunky heroine. I was painfully shy at that age, though most people didn’t know it because I pushed through the shyness and, in hindsight, I guess that came through as confident—which I was not—but here was a character I could live vicariously through. And, yeah, the sex was good too. <BG>
From that moment on, I couldn’t get enough. I read at all hours. If I couldn’t decide between two books at the book store, I would choose the one with more pages. I was insatiable. Still am. What can I say? It’s a passion of mine, which has moved on to writing as well.
Where was I going with this, you ask? Well, most romance readers I have spoken with remember their first just as fondly as I do. If they don’t remember the name, they almost always remember what it was about. So, what was your first? Leave a comment and share with us. List the title & author and include a line or two about what in this story made you want to read more romance.
I’ll even make it worth your while. On May 1st, I will hold a random drawing and one lucky commenter will receive a copy of my first—Gentle Warrior, by Julie Garwood—or, if you already have this one, a gift certificate to Ellora’s Cave or Amazon.com.
Once the contest is over, I will compile a list of your firsts and post them. I am always looking for new authors to read.
Good Luck!
Sandy :-)
Whoooo Baby! I was sixteen and I was shocked and instantly addicted. Not just for the sex—yes it was a major player—but because I truly enjoyed the plot and the spunky heroine. I was painfully shy at that age, though most people didn’t know it because I pushed through the shyness and, in hindsight, I guess that came through as confident—which I was not—but here was a character I could live vicariously through. And, yeah, the sex was good too. <BG>
From that moment on, I couldn’t get enough. I read at all hours. If I couldn’t decide between two books at the book store, I would choose the one with more pages. I was insatiable. Still am. What can I say? It’s a passion of mine, which has moved on to writing as well.
Where was I going with this, you ask? Well, most romance readers I have spoken with remember their first just as fondly as I do. If they don’t remember the name, they almost always remember what it was about. So, what was your first? Leave a comment and share with us. List the title & author and include a line or two about what in this story made you want to read more romance.
I’ll even make it worth your while. On May 1st, I will hold a random drawing and one lucky commenter will receive a copy of my first—Gentle Warrior, by Julie Garwood—or, if you already have this one, a gift certificate to Ellora’s Cave or Amazon.com.
Once the contest is over, I will compile a list of your firsts and post them. I am always looking for new authors to read.
Good Luck!
Sandy :-)
posted by Sandra Barkevich at 4/20/2006 11:39:00 AM
7 Comments:
Ah, my first. I can't remember exactly which one it was because I read the two of these back to back. It was either Whitney, My Love or Knight in Shining Armor. It was Knight, with the time-travel that hooked me.
I can't remember the title of the first one I read. It was a Harlequin or Silhouette Romance about a man searching for Bigfoot. *g*
The first one I read that really sticks in my mind is The Wedding by Julie Garwood. *Love* that book.
My first, Linda Cristoff. She gave me Mono.
Now, now, Keith. We are talking books here, babe. I know all about your little Mono episode. You were in college and I was in...middle school? Glad you got that out of your system by the time we met and I wasn't jail-bait anymore. ;-)
My favorite, but not my first romance novel is THE WEDDING by Nicholas Sparks. With every word I saw my Mother's and Father's face. My parents had a story book romance and many parts of the book mirrored their life story. They met when they were much younger and went their separate ways only to find each other 10 years later.
They were Soul Mates in the truest sense. There names were Norman and Rowena.
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Ok, I was about 13 when I first read my romance novel and I have to be blunt that from that moment on I knew I hated romance novels. Being 13 the only good thing I liked about it at the time was, my god, I was reading sex stuff....lol. I hated the fact, even at 13, the way things were written seemed so cheesy to me and unreal. But there was one that I kinda of liked when I was in my late teens it was called something like Northern knights or something like that. It was about two canadian mounties working in a remote part of canada. Of course they hated each other at first but eventually lust or lack of women within his area took over. I found later on as I got older I loved the paranormal, true crime, Anne Rice, and historical
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