You know my theory – you never forget the first romance you ever read. Paige is looking for hers:
So I’ve recently become nostalgic for the first romance I ever read, but
unfortunately, when my mom found it hidden under my bed many years ago, she
confiscated it and got rid of is, so I was hoping you romance aficionados
would help me out and be able to pull a title from somewhere so I could find
it and read it again.
Here’s what I remember:
It was a Harlequin published sometime between 2000-2003; and I’m pretty
sure it was a Blaze imprint or something of that ilk.
The plot is pretty fuzzy:
It took place in a beach town, and heroine goes there to solve the mystery
of a murder or kidnapping of a sister, mother, brother, uncle?
It possibly took place in the aftermath of the crime
Heroine used to go there as a girl and she might have had some bad memories
of the town.
Hero is a policeman or security officer or some sort of investigator who is
also connected to the crime.
He moved into her home after she got threatened by whoever perpetrated the
crime and they have saucy encounters at night—including one in the
kitchen I believe.
They have sex near the end and forget a condom (I’m pretty sure) and she
was a 30 year old virgin (I know, because I was like WTF at the time) and
she didn’t tell him until right before or right after they had sex.
So they had sex in the beach house until the sun came up. Then the hero
leaves and captures the bad guy (or she gets captured and he comes after
her, but I’m not sure) and she feels betrayed after he leaves for whatever
reason. She stays in the beach town.
I can’t remember if their reconciliation happens right away or if they
spend a few months away from each other, but anyway, HEA
And guess what, she’s pregnant from their one night of passion.
Of course she does. I don’t know why everyone is giving Twilight such attention for raising the possibility of abstinence. All these heroines getting knocked up after one bangin’ would have been enough to convince me to stay chaste forever.