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Showing posts with label Cupid Comes Calling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cupid Comes Calling. Show all posts
February 11, 2014
Cupid Comes Calling: Book Babies and Birthdays
Today is a super special day. I mean, mega-important, stop-everything-you're-doing-and-savor kind of day. Because...
It's my hubster's birthday. He's turning the big 4-0.
But, like a very fine wine, he only gets better with age. I've been celebrating his birthday with him since he was 14... A lot of years ago, I know. And even though there are times we're more likely to growl at each other and cuddle, I do hope there's many more years to come.
It's kind of fitting that I'm celebrating his birthday AND my latest book release around the same time. Why? Well, I'm glad you asked. My latest book is
a Young Adult romance. (see the hubby's age when we met above) It's about a big-city girl moving to a small Texas town and falling for a pretty amazing cowboy.
NO, this is not auto-biographical. But it did make me nostalgic for those wrapped-up-in-each-other-because-the-rest-of-the-world-doesn't-exist passion. And, I admit, I did have a really wonderful time spinning a little of my teenage romance into Wyatt and Allie's love story.
I'm pleased to say, I think the book turned out pretty sweet! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it, if you read it.
Here's a little Cowboys & Kisses teaser for you!
February 10, 2014
Linda Steinberg ~ Cupid Comes Calling ... but sometimes, it's not the right time
Sometimes Cupid comes calling but it’s not the right time. Usually, he doesn’t come back. But, fortunately for me, he did.
Jim and I met in college. He was sitting across from me at the dorm cafeteria and I thought he was cute. He had Elvis sideburns and a thick shock of sandy colored hair that swept over his forehead past his glasses. I was a senior, pretty much thought myself too mature to date anyone but another senior. So I asked, quite cleverly, I thought, if he was a junior. “No,” he answered, in that laconic manner I have come to know and love. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then he added, “I’m a freshman.”
February 6, 2014
Cupid Comes Calling: When Long Distance Goes the Distance
Cupid has a sense of humor. Just ask my dear friend Marie. Her first date with Edward began with Catholic Mass. Her second threw her amidst 60+ members of Edward’s family, after which Edward’s dad pulled Marie aside and asked about her relationship with his son.
With a wry half-smile, she replied, “Define ‘relationship.’”
It was a fair point. Months had passed between their first and second dates. More than that, Marie’s career had moved her 1,200 miles away from Edward.
This was the mid 80s. She and Edward were both employed by a Fortune 500 company asprofessional nerds engineers. From early on, their coworkers had sensed their potential as a couple—both of them super smart gaming geeks—and tried to set them up. But while Edward was all for it, Marie hesitated.
“He was scary,” she told me with a laugh. But a Star Trek convention came to town and their wily coworkers arranged for Edward to be the one driving Marie home afterward. The two talked all night about the many things they had in common, and he finally asked her on an official date.
The result was Mass plus dinner plus “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” (during which Marie laughed before the jokes happened because she saw them coming).
Immediately thereafter, Marie moved clear across the country.
With a wry half-smile, she replied, “Define ‘relationship.’”
It was a fair point. Months had passed between their first and second dates. More than that, Marie’s career had moved her 1,200 miles away from Edward.
This was the mid 80s. She and Edward were both employed by a Fortune 500 company as
“He was scary,” she told me with a laugh. But a Star Trek convention came to town and their wily coworkers arranged for Edward to be the one driving Marie home afterward. The two talked all night about the many things they had in common, and he finally asked her on an official date.
The result was Mass plus dinner plus “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” (during which Marie laughed before the jokes happened because she saw them coming).
Immediately thereafter, Marie moved clear across the country.
February 5, 2014
Michelle Miles: Cupid Comes Calling ~ Love at First Faint
Welcome, beautiful readers, to the Princess Valentine’s Day blog event. I hope you’re having a swell time commenting on all the posts and getting your name in the hat for that $200 Visa gift card!
Our event is all about falling in love with that special someone. And of course falling in love with that special someone is all about how you met.
I’d tell you how I met my husband but it’s not exciting. We met at work, started dating, got married. The end! Okay maybe it was a little more exciting than that. I was actually dating a guy who was an owner of one of the PF Chang’s at the time. He stood me up on a concert I’d bought tickets for. My husband and I were friends at work (little did I know…) and so I asked him to go with me.
It was Loreena McKennit. October 9, 2007. Not that I remember all that well…
We had a great time and the rest, as they say, is history.
So now let’s take a step back in time for a tale of real romance. The year was 1954. It was summer. Location: Lobo Theater, Monahans, Texas.
February 4, 2014
Vicki Batman ~ Cupid Comes Calling: Not That Guy!
Cupid Comes Calling: Not that Guy!
I was supposed to go to see the new Bond flick with a
friend, only he'd had a little too much fun-in-the-sun. This I found out when I
checked in with him on what time we wanted to go for the show. His doorbell
rang as I was about to leave. My friend answered and there stood…his co-worker,
a tall, thin, dark-headed young man. In a flannel shirt. In May. After we were introduced, the co-worker said,
"Sorry, I'm interrupting." I said, "No, I was just
leaving."
I explained about the movie, and all of the sudden, my
friend said, "You take her." I was mortified, and said, "Our
friend has had too much fun today. Ignore him." The co-worker said,
"I'll go." Before I knew it, all was arranged.
I kept thinking I was being nice. And I was. I paid for my
own ticket, did most of the talking. Afterwards, the co-worker dropped me off
in my apartment's parking lot. Ooookkaaayyy.
A nice escort to my door would have been kind, but no.
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