Posted in General on October 25th, 2012 by Casey Crow
Welcome to the Howloween Blog Hop with the Bloghop Spot. I can barely believe it’s already Halloween. The leaves are changing, and there’s a finally a nippy crisp in the air down here in the South, but what fall really means for me is school starting back. With that brings the Romance Saga of school crushes.
It all started two weeks into fourth grade. My nine year-old-daughter whispered in my ear that she likes a boy. I did not panic because in the summer between 4K and 5K, she and her “boyfriend” actually mailed love letters back and forth. I kept the proof so when in high school I have grounds for blackmail if she doesn’t behave. He he.
I had a few years of reprieve with the whole “ewe, boys are yucky” mentality, but we are back in full crush mode. Therefore, I did what any over protective mama would do. I went to lunch to check out this little dude. Okay, let me just stop right here and say my daughter has excellent taste.
My kid would probably be horrified knowing I’m discussing her personal business to the world, but she makes good points, which got me thinking. There really isn’t much difference between love at age 9 versus um…let’s just say over 35. According to 9 (kid’s name henceforth):
1. You do not simply announce you like a boy. You let him know with eye contact that lingers a little too long.
Hmmm…dido for me…
2. You know a boy likes you when he stares back. (9 has confirmed success here!)
3. A boy also likes you if he is mean to you.
Following an extensive Q&A, I learned at “mean” means he teases you, which is the equivalent of flirting for adults. As a side note, I took great pains to clarify that boys should never be “mean mean” to girls.
4. Boys like it when girls are “mean” back.
True, flirting isn’t fun if it’s not reciprocated.
5. Boys like girls in bikinis.
I’m not kidding, my child spoke those words and however true they may be I’m a lot worried now!
In closing, 9 tells me, “I thought I knew a lot about romance, but I just don’t get it.”
Neither do I sweet girl, but that’s the beauty of it.
You know, folks automatically assume romance novelist are experts in romance – the real kind, not the book kind. Okay, some might be, and if so, well good for them. I hate them.
Kidding. But I am curious to hear some of your crush stories. In CAN’T FAKE THIS Anna ends up falling for her crush, Chase. Here’s an ADULT excerpt of what happens when they first meet.
As I rummaged through my clutch for a dose of lip gloss, Marisol cleared her throat and cut her gaze across the room. I followed her line of vision and… Holy shit. I do believe my freakin’ heart stopped. He wasn’t supermodel gorgeous, not with his shaved head and height a tad on the short side, but his swagger… His near-predatory confidence as he maneuvered through the room made my eyes zero in on him. He locked on me, and I felt a slow, lazy smile spread across my lips. Suddenly we were the only two people in the room. My blood pressure hitched a degree with every step he took, and that feeling a girl gets when her heart beats so fast she’s on the verge of throwing up? Yep, I had it. I believe the technical term is “lust at first sight.”
A second later, his warm hand brushed my shoulder, and I’m not kidding, I thought I might melt right off that stool. Even the fine hairs on my arms stood on end, completely attuned to him and begging for attention. Needless to say, my nipples gave him a proud salute.
“Hi, I’m Chase Harris.” His heated breath tickled my ear as he leaned in to be heard over the country rock band jamming out twenty feet away.
My lungs folded and decided breathing was no longer necessary. The brief contact ignited a fiery liquid in the bottom of my tummy. My pussy simmered for the first time in years without the aid of batteries. “Anna Ryan,” I answered. “It’s nice to meet you.” Was it ever. I extended my hand, which he ignored for a hug.
My nostrils filled with the citrus scent of cologne, but underneath I detected something more masculine, more primal. I longed to bury my face in his soft gray fitted T-shirt. The garment outlined every perfect bulge. I couldn’t make out its graffiti design, but it very well could’ve said Eat Me and I would’ve happily obliged.
His gaze roamed my body, and the sexy glint in his eyes told me the risk of catching a cold in this black strapless mini was totally worth it. I might be in dire need of a boob job, but Chase didn’t seem to mind my negative As. Then the space between us grew cold as he left my side to hug Marisol.
“Cuba! Hey, woman. Great to see you.”
“Hey, yourself.” She flashed me a shrewd grin.
I so owed that girl.
A divorcee ready to reenter the dating world, Anna Ryan is determined to be the best “product on the market,” which requires a lot more experience so she propositions sexy police officer Chase Harris to teach her how to make hot, passionate love as opposed to just having sex. He takes it a step further, instructing each lesson based on The Twelve Days of Christmas.
I’m giving away an ebook copy (INT) of the multi-award-winning Can’t Fake This to a lucky commenter. Again, I’d love to hear your crush stories or times when the instant attraction blew you away. Don’t forget to sign up for my newsletter to find out about new releases. After that, head back to Bloghop Spot to check out the other great authors.
Can’t Fake This:
2011 Best Contemporary ~ Love Romances Cafe
2012 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Winner
2011 Golden Claddagh Finalist
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