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  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

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  Jamie

  Jamie

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  Jamie

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  Mitch

  Mitch

  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.

  For information contact: [email protected]

  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

  Thank you

  Thank you for downloading/purchasing this eBook.

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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.