Well hello there, and welcome to Kook's Nook. If this is your first time here, well you are in good company because surprisingly enough, it's my first time as part of a blog hop. So grab a mug or glass of something you fancy, make yourself comfortable and help yourself to the delicious array of biccies I have on offer,
As part of the blog hop I am giving away a $10 Amazon voucher AND a copy of my book Without Saying A Word. All you need to do is follow/hop around each of the authors featured on the hop and one lucky winner could win
1st Grand Prize: (1) Kindle Fire!
2nd Grand Prize: (1) $100 Amazon Gift Card
Authors participating in the hop are:
So I hear you ask, how am I going to entertain you? Well, I thought seeing as this is my first time on a blog hop and as my novel features a MALE virgin, I would talk about first times.
The term 'first times' can conjure up all kind of thoughts. The first time I saw my child, the first time I met my husband. The first kiss, and yes even the first time you make love with your partner. It's the anticipation of something new happening. My mind races, envisaging what 'could' happen. Running through scenarios left, right and centre. Yet nothing really prepares you for what happens. Take for instance the first time I met my husband. We met online and after a few weeks of chatting, we finally met in person. At first there were nerves. However, as we chatted and he helped me cook dinner, for some reason for me, I felt that I had known him for longer. I enjoyed being with him. He made me smile, and his off beat sense of humour struck a chord within me. As for wanting to take him upstairs and well...... I had to restrain myself. This was after all our first meeting, and being the impulsive woman that I am (attempts an innocent look) this was rather difficult for me. Our first kiss felt as if I had come home at last.
A year later we were married. We have been married 7 years in August and together now for over 8. We have three children and two insane cats, and there are times when things are rocky and up and down, but we work through them.
For Matt; marriage to me is his first time. For me, it was my third, but it is my first time at seeing a relationship through. My first time where I cannot walk off in a huff because something isn't going my way, nope. We work things through together; and this is the sort of thing I try to write in my novels.
So what first time for you sticks out in your mind? Is it when you saw your baby new and innocent? or perhaps even the first time you tried some new recipe and it went tits up? I would love to know, so please leave a comment below. You may even win the voucher.
Here is an excerpt from my novel Without Saying A Word. I hope you will like Rhean's first time and pehaps could encourage you to read my work.
“Worked though, didn't it?” Rhean grinned at her, as his fingers stroked her arm sensuously enticing her to be aware of him. The softness of her skin slid against his roughened fingertips. His body reacted sharply. Rhean looked into the deep languid pools, searching for a flicker of awareness from Laura. He knew an attraction between them could be perilous, but felt an overwhelming need to know how her lips would feel against his. Their gazes meshed, the air around them electrified, and for a second he was afraid to take things any further.
Rhean saw the conflicting emotions in her face and knew deep down that now was his chance. He seized it. Moving closer to her, his thigh pressed against hers.
“Laura,” he whispered her name raggedly. When she tried to turn away, Rhean stroked her face with a long finger back to him.
“Please,” he begged, his voice harsh and raw with emotion.
Their breaths mingled, and his hand rested on her smooth cheek, caressing it with his thumb. At the same time, yet hesitantly, gently, his mouth covered hers. A delicious sensation of caressing more than kissing flooded him. Rhean's lips thrummed from the feel of her mouth on his, but then as if in a blind panic she turned her face away from him, and broke their kiss. Rhean pulled her back into his arms
″No,″ he whispered, “Trust me Laura.” As they embraced, his mouth recaptured hers crushing her to him, deepening the kiss. Tentatively his tongue slipped onto hers. Stroking, dancing, they melded into one, aware of nothing but each other.
Rhean's heart soared. He was lost in the heady sweetness of her taste on his tongue and his lips. Finally, he hoped, she would be his.
“Mother!” Rhean and Laura moved apart. They looked at James, standing in the doorway with an amused expression on his face. Laura's face flushed red and Rhean stood up, feeling as though he had been caught with his hands in the cookie jar. He shoved his hands into his trouser pockets then relaxed after the wink James gave him.
So there you go Laura and Rhean's first kiss. Did that whet your appetite to read more? If so leave a comment and you could be in for a chance of winning.
Keep it Kooky guys!