First times with Wendi Zwaduk

I want to thank the folks here at Manic Readers for letting me blog today. I’m kind of nervous, but hey, the first time is always the hardest, right?

I thought for my topic for today I’d talk about first times. I’d  been rather snagged by an infomercial for music from the late 1950’s and very early 1960’s. My parents were the type that they had music on all the time—be it the radio, the record player, yes, I remember records, or they sang. There was quite a variety in the songs I heard.

So what does the first time have to do with this music infomercial? The songs are predominantly about young love, first love, first heartbreak and the like. I grew up listening to these songs and thought them to be moldy oldies.  I’m 32. They all came out way before I came about.

The theme of firsts and first times got me thinking. This is my first time blogging here at Manic Readers. If I were going to share a first with the readers, what would it be?

My first love.

When I was in the sixth grade, I wanted to grow up so much. I wanted to be like my aunt who was only 9 years older than me. She got to do all the cool things—drive, kiss boys, go to the football games… I grew up in a small town, so other than those things, there wasn’t much to do.

I happened to be rather bright for my age and I got to go to the big, scary middle school a year early. There was a boy I knew rather well as we’d grown up together.  Our moms were good friends. They liked us being friends. What happened next? Well, it wasn’t our mothers pushing us together. Nope. I developed a huge crush because he was older, by a year but at the tender age of 12, ‘going with’ someone who was 13 was big stuff. Then again, our definition of ‘going out’ was really just you wrote his name all over your folders, declared your undying love for said boy or girl and held hands at lunch.

Yeah, we totally lived on the edge.

So how did he become my first love? We had a church class together. Simple as that. We were both at the end of the alphabet and ended up sitting together a lot. Call it puppy love due to proximity, but yeah, we ended up ‘going out’. We held hands, I conned him into actually doing the work for the class, he showed off when they played football. Oh and he was my first kiss.

It seems so long ago and so simple. We were waiting for a parental unit to pick us up. We waited. Got bored. He kissed me. Was it magical? Honestly, I don’t remember. I do remember being shocked. He kissed me! And then as fast as it happened, it was over. We ‘went out’ for another few months, but then he discovered other girls and I just stuck to being shy—in school I was VERY shy. I’ve often wondered what would’ve happened if we had actually tried dating when we were older. I’d like to say it would’ve gone well. I have no idea.

Looking back, I’m glad my first kiss was with him. We’re still friends and I still think fondly on those times we spent together. I’ve learned to cherish little moments, like first kisses and I’d like to think I’ve worked them into my stories. I hope you think so, too. I’ll leave you with a snippet from my upcoming release, Somewhere I Belong. The characters in the book have a lot of resemblance to me and my first love.

Three is their magic number. Now they’ve got to decide if the magic is worth saving.

Razrs Edge packed stadiums, fuelled by the inner turmoil and passion of the three founding members. The lights aren’t as bright and the crowds cheer a little less now that the threesome has parted ways.

It’s time to bring the magic back.

Parkur’s not convinced the split is for good. They were meant to be three. But can he write the music to convince Juniper and Jacoby to give him a second chance? Juniper and Jacoby want the triad intact. Is the love they shared as three enough to erase the destruction in their collective past?

Contains two heroes hell bent on making sweet music with the woman of their dreams, the rediscovery of passion between three people, hot manlove and ménage action, a little spanking, some toy play, and some bondage…oh yes…

Savin’ Me

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