Okay girls, I need input. I'm working on an ever tightening deadline, and could use some inspiration for my romance. My female lead has had a crush on the male lead for years. He was her first true love, but she was determined to make her way in her career independently, and her career took her away from her hometown.Labels: Eugene Patterson photo, First love, innocence, romance romantic
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Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.
Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.
Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.
Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.
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My first crush was in the sixth grade. Marc. He was wearing a turtle shirt that said, "I may be slow but I get there." When I met him in catechism at church. The next year we were in Jr. High together and he was my first date at sixteen.
He is still the sweetest man. Married with two wonderful kids. It's such a beautiful, innocent love that first love.
I was in 5 years old in Kindergarten. He was in the classroom next to mine. His name was Tommy and he had blonde hair and wore flannel shirts. I think he was a troublemaker in class but I just remember thinking he was really cute. Unfortunately I don't know his last name so I can't even find/stalk him on Facebook now. I wonder what happened to him...
my first love loved me before i loved him. he fell in love with me during geometry and spanish class when he was a freshman in high school (i was a sophomore), and he was determined to marry me if i just gave him one chance. i said "no" to him for five years, until the day God hit me over the head and i realized i was in love with him too. and then it was so obvious: i always looked forward to seeing him, he could make me laugh like no one else, and he always, always made me smile no matter how i was feeling. when i finally said yes, i ended up marrying him.
Bahhaa Deborah, that's hysterical!
This isn't my story but it's my daughter's story. It is so sweet that I MUST share.
When Chelsea was 14; we were out shopping. She spotted this boy standing outside of a dressing room waiting on his mom. She mentioned to me how cute he was. She did not meet Tucker on that day but one year later she finally met him at church. There was an instant connection between them. Of course; they could not "date" for a year because she had to be 16 to go on a date. But... long story short... Tucker and Chelsea are both 21 now and are getting married on June 4th!!!. :)
Ah...Kris. That's so sweet! I never could maintain a long term relationship at that age...
Deborah...LOL!!!! What a shame you can't stalk your kindergarten boyfriend! That's honest. I wonder if my character might have done something like that...
Girls, this is great fun!
Oh, Kristin, what a beautiful love story! I'm sorry, but I let Mel read this. He took forever to ask me out, but when I told him your sweet story, he said, "And I thought I was slow. It didn't take me five years."
Of course, Mel was 33 when he asked me out, not a boy. ROTFL
Oh, Alecia, how wonderful! I love, love, love stories of romance!!!!
In grades 7-9 I had a big crush on Ken, a blond boy a year older than me from my church. He finally asked me out in grade 9. He wasn't anything like I imagined. End of crush. It was such a disappointment to me--and such a waste of my time to pine over him for 3 years! Oh, brother! :)
Pam, I went out on a date with this guy who was so gorgeous, and who I had thought about for weeks. He was as interesting as a dead fish. But years later, I had a good friend who had gone steady with this same guy for months. No accounting for taste.
Third grade. Glen followed me home from school every day, but my heart yearned for Chris to do so. They both chased me around the playground at lunch time, and although Glen was persistent, it was Chris who I had the real crush on. Glen was cute and all, but Chris had blue eyes, blond hair, and a mysterious good guy/bad guy vibe to him. I wondered...but I moved before I ever got the chance to find out. At the age of eight. Eesh!
Mine was Donny in 3rd grade and we were in the same small class at a private school. The class exchanged valentines for valentines day and I got the regular sized valentines card (as opposed to the little ones). I KNEW he liked me and it was a love for which there were no words. (we never spoke of the card) I transferred to a public school for 4th grade and never saw him again.
Alycia and Lisa--both with third-grade romances. Very cool. Isn't it great that we can still remember their names all these years later? I remember Mike (when I was three. He lived next door) and Johnny (In kindergarten. He told the teacher when the class bully hit me in the stomach) and of course Willie, who never recovered from my kiss.
4th grade. Shawn Mallory lived about a mile up the road from me but right around the corner from my friend Vicki. Vicki and I would go to his house, ring the doorbell and run and hide in the bushes just so we could watch him open the door. We'd catch a glimpse of that blond hair and his blue eyes and we'd just giggle in the brush. It was a sad day when, in the middle of the school year, he moved to that far away land of Ohio. I helped clean out his desk after he left and found a Valentine written out to me from him and some paper that he'd done homework on. I still have those tucked into my diary from grade school. Even sadder was when my friend Vicki moved away to Florida that summer. 4th grade was a good year all in all though.
I was almost 20 and travelled to Hawaii for the first time...and my first time travelling alone. While there, I visited a church and was invited by a GORGEOUS young Hawaiian man named Mark to watch the New Year's Eve fire works and join a few friends for a late-night supper. By the time he finished telling me of the plans I had a mega-crush on him. Unfortunately, I was so excited and so nervous that during the fire works I fainted. Mark ended up taking me back to my hotel and I missed supper. All the way home on the plane I listened to the song "I'll Remember You" and cried over what was not to be.
Yep, fourth grade was what did me in, as well, Suzanne. How our early experiences affect us!
Ruthie, we're getting a little more serious with that gorgeous Hawaiian guy who cared for you in your "fallen" state. They can do things to our hearts. Bless them, men really don't know how we see them sometimes, do they?
Love reading these! This isn't my first crush, but memorable nonetheless:
I was 11 and on a riverboat cruise with my grandma's large church group. I passed a very tall teenager on the deck and said, "Gee, you're tall." (Give me a break, I was only 11)
Six years later he showed up at my church as the interim worship leader. And three years after that, we were married. :-) Amazingly, we both remember passing each other on the riverboat deck.
Oh, my goodness! Denise, you met your husband when you were eleven?
Mel says we met in church before Brother Ron introduced us. He said he was lost, wandering around our big church building, and I showed him to his classroom. I didn't remember it.
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