by M. J. Fields
The Firsts Series Box Set
MJ Fields
Contents
Her First Kiss
Thank you
Note To Reader
Playlist
Becoming Elle
Love...Yourself More
Jocks
Tequil-Ya
Still
Dining Out
Drives...Me Crazy
She’s A Pain
Dining Disaster
Sound
Penith
Thhhhhh
Pre-Game Plan
Game Day
On Top
Unreal
Hate
A Night Worth Forgetting
November Rain
Can’t Stay Away
Friends-Giving
Thanksgiving Break
Cold and Cruel Winter
Three Days Later
Breaking Point
His First Crush
To The Reader
Playlist
Legacy Family Tree
Firsts…
Hope, Chance, and Happenstance
Rocker House
Questioning
‘Cuse Nation
Why?
It’s Time
The British
Her Heart
Winds of Change
Furnished
Angels
A Step Back
Blown Away
Needing Home
Come Again
First Date
New Normal
Preparing To Heal
Sticks and
New Respect
Father / Son
Nyc
Wild Horses
Epilogue
Their First Fall
Play List
To the reader
Dedication
Part One
One Year Ago
Summer Before College Senior Year
Celebration Spirits
The Boys of Fall
Inch by inch
Knocked off my feet
B’s
Yeah, real cute
So Cute
On the ledge
Dizzy
Reading
We’ve all got issues
New Friends
Pride and perks
Bad choice of words
Best game day ever
Before and after
Bad run
First fight
Game changer
Wide awake
End of fall
A win and a loss
Under
Now do I
How could it happen
Trucker and Keeka
Part I
Broken hearts and bumps
Home
Chaos
What now?
My angels and my demon
New game
Done and over
Date from hell
Angels and family
Found
Meeting her
Healing
New Season
27 Truths About Their First Goodbye
Thank You
Playlist
To the Reader
Dedication
Synopsis
Married Life
Life with Kids
Worst Yet
Pain
Mine
What’s it like?
Uh oh…
Exposed
Story to tell
Hurt
Hold Closer
Holding her
Hiding
Hands
Worries
Date Night
Lucky man
Numb
Talk to me
Strength
Faith
Love
Wrapped
The past is behind us
All my loves
The last kiss
And love lives on
Epilogue
In my final moments
Recipe
Thank you
Their First Time
Introduction
Prologue
Playlist
Jamie
Jamie
Jamie
Mitch
Jamie
Jamie
Jamie
Mitch
Jamie
Jamie
Mitch
Jamie
Jamie
Mitch
Jamie
Mitch
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Mitch
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Epilogue
Next In the Legacy world
The Way We Fell
Thank you
Also by MJ Fields
About the Author
The Firsts Series
Copyright © 2017 - 2019 by MJ Fields.
All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Disclaimer: This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. It involves strong language and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situations are consenting adults over the age of 18.
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Cover Model: Conor Cushing
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Her First Kiss
London’s Story
Her First Kiss
Copyright © 2017 - 2019 by MJ Fields.
All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Disclaimer: This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. It involves strong language and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situations are consenting adults over the age of 18.
For information contact: [email protected]
Cover Design and formatting by Jersey Girl & Co.
Editor by C&D Editing
Proofread by Ally Derby & Josie Charles
Cover Model: Conor Cushing
Cover Photographer: MJ Fields
First Edition: December 2017
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to my ‘Firsts’,
My First book, Blue Love, regardless of how messy, or how much I itch to go back and tweak it, make changes, clean it up, because there are those who have no love for it, I can’t.
It was written from a
place of love. It’s a beautiful mess of reality and fiction that touched so many because of its raw realism and relatability.
This is for you.
LYA and Love you more....
MJ
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Note To Reader
Firsts...
Some of us wish we could erase them, which would remove the hurt, the bittersweet memory they bring to our hearts. Some smile fondly and cherish the memory of all their firsts as they look to those they have since met. As they look to the one who took all the hidden and broken pieces of their heart, looking upon them as beauty and through love as they mended and molded those pieces into something so beautiful its scars are almost invisible. There are others who can still look beside them years later and be reminded of how far they have come together. Growing together, hurting together, building together, loving together, living together with their first and only love. Some have walked away from their first love and have lived other love stories, yet they still return to their first, and as older, stronger, wiser...hearts, they make it so much more than ever imagined.
Whichever you are, whichever love you have experienced, your first love is forever etched in your heart, irrevocably changing you.
Then there are others whose hearts are so guarded by what they have experienced and seen that they choose to observe love and never experience it firsthand. Their hearts are so big they believe they can’t handle those firsts...without losing who they are becoming or have become.
When I think of all that our hearts can survive, it is sometimes illogical that so many of us are able to smile each and every day. That makes me realize there are two stronger emotions than hurt and fear.
Love and hope.
Love of life, of self, and of others can erase any pain we have ever endured. Hope and dreams becoming reality and tomorrow being better than today can, erase yesterday’s fears.
Some may think this is entirely too optimistic, but I challenge you to look in the mirror and see the beauty in yourself. I challenge you to look upon a child, a loved one, your fur baby, and tell me that I am wrong.
To see what tomorrow holds, somedays we have to make the decision to let go of that thousand-pound invisible anchor that holds our hearts down, giving it the inability to soar as intended and LOVE ourselves more, because tomorrow’s possibilities are nothing less than beautiful.
Love, my lovelies, it is so worth it.
Hope, my friends, there is nothing more powerful.
Forever Steel,
MJ
Playlist
Feel It Still by Portugal. The Man
Glad You Came by The Wanted
Something To Talk About by Bonnie Raitt
Black Betty by Ram Jam
What Lovers Do by Maroon 5 and SZA
Don’t Know What You Got Till It’s Gonna by Cinderella
Hold On by Wilson Philips
No Scrubs by TLC
Toxic by Britney Spears
Single Ladies by Beyoncé
Island In The Stream by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton
Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley
Oops! I Did It Again by Britney Spears
Count on Me by Bruno Mars
Too Much To Ask by Niall Horan
Becoming Elle
London
What does a seventeen-year-old, single girl, who isn’t only a virgin, but who has never been kissed know about love? What does a seventeen-year-old who has never been on a date know about relationships? What could she possibly know about love, dating, men, and the occasional musical comparison to each?
Much, much more than one would expect.
My parents’ relationship wasn’t what one would consider good, and that’s putting it mildly. What they have both assured me was the best part—me—is a sign of that.
My name is London. It’s not your average name, and the meaning behind it should have been a warning to them that maybe their love wasn’t meant to be.
They didn’t have a lot of money, but they did well by the standards of the good ol’ American dream. For years, they saved money so they could someday take the trip of mom’s dreams to London of all places. With each failed fertility treatment, that trip became farther and farther away, and so did their desire to take the trip. In fact, that trip became less and less important, and so did their love. Their dreams changed, their paths changed.
No one knows I know the truth behind my name.
I once overheard my grandparents talking about the fact that my father, Troy, was thought to have been having an affair. Feeling guilty, he told my mom to take the London money and use it for their final shot at having me.
My name is London because the money saved for the trip ended up becoming the one treatment that resulted in a pregnancy that lasted past twenty weeks. When they told me the story, they said it was the best trip they had ever taken.
At four, I recall the muted arguments.
At five, I recall Mom reading to me for hours at night. I loved hearing the stories of princesses and princes and love. It was also then I realized my parents didn’t seem to have that kind of love. It was also then I asked my mom, “When will you find your prince, Mommy?”
Her answer was a smile that didn’t even come close to touching her eyes and the words, “I did, London. Your father.”
At six, I realized, when he had a glass of the amber liquid, he wasn’t nice, not even to me. Then I asked her the same question.
That time, she didn’t smile. She hugged me and asked, “When did you become smarter than me?”
A week later, we moved out.
Not long after that, Mom found her prince, and guess where he was from? England.
A year or so after that, my father got himself together and things were so good. Then the accident happened, and he died.
Brody, my stepfather, has and always will be a huge part of my life. And yes, I call him Dad.
My stepfather is a legend, and no, not self-proclaimed. He’s a legit rock and roll legend. The entire world knows his story. He rose from ruins to become something based on pure drive and the use of his God-given talent. He’s also pretty well-known for some sex tapes that were leaked, and his son—my brother Maddox, who is also a rock star—who Brody didn’t know about until Maddox was fifteen.
But this isn’t their story. It’s mine, and it’s about what I have learned about love.
My knowledge of love wasn’t because of growing up with two legends. It doesn’t come from my parents truly being a loving couple, or that my brother and his wife Harper are equally as loving. It doesn’t even come from the fact that I witnessed anything different from the rest of the world. Where my knowledge comes from is the ability to see the truth in it, to see the broken in it, to see the beauty in it, which means inevitably seeing the warning signs.
I feel my earbud being popped out of my ear and quickly hit save on my draft before closing my laptop.
