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Losing My Virginity to Romance – Part 3

February 3, 2017February 6, 2017 K

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Losing My Virginity to Romance-Part 3

It wasn’t long before I found the very book I’d held in my hand earlier that week.

Nervously I walked up to the check out counter, handed the librarian my card, the sinful book that I tried to hide by adding other less sinful books to my pile and tried not to look too suspicious. You know basically looking very suspicious.

You see I grew up in a small town a place where everyone knew everybody. As the librarian began scanning my books, stamping the inside cover with a return date, I was hoping that she didn’t notice my sinfully covered book before I made it out of the library. But much more important than leaving unnoticed was that she never mention my new interest in lust and history, yeah, history. That was it. I was just a history buff looking to tap into some…..buff…sexy….historical figures.

Oh who was I kidding? Librarians took some sort of Hippocratic oath and were not allowed to tattletale about young girls checking out bodice-ripping-rakish books, right?

Librarians, Raise your right hand: I promise not to call one’s mother when losing one’s virginity to romance novels. (Or something like that.)

Once I had the book in hand, along with the others that I knew would not forever stain my permanent library record, that is a thing, right? I left feeling giddy as a school girl. Oh, that’s right. I was a school girl.

Anyway, I quickly headed home to devour my new read and can I just tell you, popping my cherry….oh, ah…..well, it was AMAZING!

Sure, everyone has a different first time experience. Mine was quick and probably went a lot faster than I would have liked. Oops. I probably shouldn’t have let that slip, but I just couldn’t help myself. The entire experience was just so darn delicious I couldn’t help myself. I tore through the….pages and couldn’t stop until daybreak the next day.

Oh, he was so worth it.

Drag your mind from the gutter….I’m talking about my first romance novel. Sigh, it still gets me all swoony just remembering it.

I quickly became an addict. Craving the next book like a druggie needs their fix. Overcoming my fear of discovery, I checked out books from the library faster than they could get them in and soon faster than authors could write them. It wasn’t long until I branched out beyond historical romances and discovered an entire world that belonged to the romance genre.

My inner science-fiction geek found I loved time traveling rakes just as much as my historical rakes. A fantastical world where vampires ruled and soothed my inner freak. My adventurous side loved meeting the men who served our country or spied on others. It was a beginning and I loved every man who brought out every facet of me.

I think what I enjoy most about reading each flavor of romance is that no matter what adventure I decide to take, at the end of the day I still enjoy the renewed feelings of what I was looking for when I was just a child. Love. The basic principle that; Love cures all things, fixes all things and with love everything is right in the world.

Yes, I’m an incurable romantic at heart and it is why I will continue to read romance books until the day I wither and fade away, but until then, each new discovery is like unlocking Pandora’s box and I’m so excited to see what delicious man is going to jump out.

Thank you for joining me on my Pandora adventure.

Keep reading, keep writing, and good fortune.

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Losing My Virginity to Romance – Part 2

February 3, 2017February 4, 2017 K

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Losing My Virginity to Romance-Part 2

I was still in high school when I was introduced to my first true love. I can remember the moment like it was yesterday.

I was in study hall when a girl I knew sat down across the table from me. There was a paperback book atop the pile of books she was carrying and it was the cover that drew my attention first. A man was standing behind a woman, her bodice haven fallen mostly down her torso. A look of passion upon her face, a look of longing upon the man’s face. It drew up a yearning in myself something I couldn’t quite explain, but knew I wanted.

I asked if I could take a closer look at what she was reading and she handed the book over to me. I felt giddy as the book slipped between my fingers. Of course I took a moment to study the delicious cover at closer inspection before turning the book over to read the book synopsis.

Once I read the jacket cover I had the greatest temptation to flee with the book and never return it. I desperately wanted to know what happened to reform a rake from his rakish ways. I had to know why the woman looked so, so wanting. The story sounded sinful and wonderful at the same time.

It basically came down to—I had to get my hands on that eye candy of a man so he could pop my cherry. I mean….I really wanted to read what I felt I’d been missing in my life. I needed to find out all I could about men because frankly I hadn’t had much luck, so perhaps the woman who was getting her clothes ripped off would be able to help me. Figuratively speaking of course.

Simple.

I hated thinking I had to give the book back. I’m pretty sure I caressed the cover a few more times before I handed the book back, (not creepy at all) but hand it back I did, reluctantly. But not before I made a note of the author so I could find it at the library.

Side note—Back 100 years ago when I was a teenager I didn’t have a computer, or Amazon, or any of the other convenient ways to just download or buy a book. So heading to the local library was the only way to find the book I wanted to read and head there I did.

Stay tuned for next time—

Losing My Virginity to Romance-Part 3

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Losing My Virginity to Romance

February 3, 2017 K

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Losing My Virginity to Romance-Part 1

My love affair with romance began back farther than I can remember. What I do recall is the very thought of being in love as an idealistic notion that sent hearts into my eyes and my thoughts day dreaming of white knights. I knew that love righted all wrongs and I couldn’t wait until the day that the man of my dreams rode up on his white horse and swept me off my feet.

I know, completely cliché, but I was a young girl and these were my dreams. This was of course before I was thrust into the cruel dating world and I found out how boys truly were, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

My pre-teen years were spent reading various high school series where the awkward girl always wins over the brooding bad boy. She gets amazing friends and all is right with the world. I wasn’t old enough to know reality didn’t quite work that way, yet.

By the time I was an actual angsty teenager I was dying to meet my bad boy heartthrob. The man who would look past my horrible hair-do, braces, and budding awkwardness and fall deeply in love with the real me.

Um……yeah, that so did not happen.

Instead, I lusted after the wrong boys, well, I suppose I was following the advice I’d been reading up to that point. However, the boys in my life had not been reading the manuals as per instructed. They were supposed to change and sweep me off my feet and there would be happily ever after endings for everyone right?

Sadly, no. I suffered teenage heartbreak, turmoil and humiliation. I do believe that part of teenagedom I nailed to a tee. I don’t think I read the correct books to prepare me for this.

So, in between all the angst and hot wrong boys who bruised my ticker, this was the time where I actually did meet my one true love. He came in the form of a bodice ripping, redeemable rake, who was on the cover of a historical romance book. Oh, how my world changed the day I was introduced to my first romance novel. I’ve never been the same since he took my virginity.