WeWriWa: Feels Like the First Time

After dancing around the main characters’ long ago connection in PRINCE OF HONOR , my paranormal W-I-P, for months of sneak peeks, I thought I’d let you get a glimpse at how two such opposites could possibly come together with so much baggage pushing between them. It started with that first awkward, never forgotten experience . . . a kiss.

On the cusp of awkward maturity, he’d felt those stirrings of hot-blooded adolescence and curiosity that were the mainstay of conversation amongst his brothers. While Wesley, Stephen, Rico and Colin boasted of salacious and probably highly exaggerated sexual exploits, his cheeks burned and his imagination prowled as he lingered on the outskirts of their discussions. 

It was then Wes’s half-sister Sylvia appeared, a provocative early bloomer inflaming their imaginations with her barely-there skirt, twitching stride and bold interest in their attentions. 

As she’d strutted by, pretending not to hear their lusty speculations, Stephen, a bully even then, gave Turow a hard push in her direction, loudly goading him to make a move. Horrified at becoming the focus of attention, especially when hers turned his way, he froze, earning whooping laughs and ridicule from the others. 

It was the worst moment of his life . . . until the goddess he adored from afar changed everything about it. 

Without a word, she sashayed up to him, taking his hot face between cool hands and pressed her lips to his. When his jaw dropped, her tongue intruded. Tongue! The others stared, astonished and envious to think the quiet, bashful one amongst them would be the first to actually claim that coveted experience. 

Standing there, stunned stupid, Turow would have let the opportunity slip by him if she hadn’t gently whispered, “Close your eyes, grab my butt and give those jackasses something to talk about.”

Could anything be worse than adolescent love? Can you still remember your first clumsy, to die for encounter? Of course you can! Mine was immortalized in PRINCE OF SHADOWS. Sigh . . . It’s something you never forget: Those circumstances, that object of desire, the burst of feelings. But in the case of Turow and Sylvia, will the foundation of that innocent moment be enough to sustain them through the doubts and drama to come?

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