Brooke Page talks first love and her new release!

Since Craving the Cowboy is in a new genre for my writing style, and this is the first blog post for Wild Hearts Romance, I thought I’d talk about the very momentous first life experience we all have. The one that sucks up all of our attention in our brain, that we constantly think about and become distracted by. You know, what we think about when we wake up, can’t sleep, scroll through instagram and facebook aimless saying what if that person were interested…?

I mean, afterall, I do write some pretty steamy books. The “first” I thought I’d share with you would be my first love.

No, not that first time. I’m sure all of your heads went into the gutter after reading my opening paragraph.  Mine normally would stray that way too. This isn’t about losing virginity.

I mean, afterall, I do write some pretty steamy books. The “first” I thought I’d share with you would be my first love.

We all remember it well. The sweaty palms, doey eyes, racing heart side effects that come with the territory of falling hard for someone.

My first love will always hold a special place in my heart.. He even gained a scrapbook page with his school photo framed with a heart. The odd thing is, he most definitely resembled a cowboy, and for those of you who know me are probably bug-eyed and shocked. Brooke Page? Into a cowboy?

Yes. I very much so was.

It shocked me, too.

Let’s backtrack in time to a sporty fourteen year old girl who was beyond awkward in her own skin. I was concerned about brand clothing and shoes like most kids were at that age. If it weren’t Abercrombie or American Eagle, I wouldn’t wear it, and I had to match my clothing each day. For instance, I wouldn’t wear an Abercrombie top with an American Eagle bottom. I was a bit shallow, but what fourteen year old isn’t?

I’ll tell you who didn’t care about what others thought or the clothing they wore. The country boy who dressed in jean shorts and a black adidas t-shirt who sat in front of me during gym class.

I’m not sure when he caught my eye. I always had a thing for the boy band type, gelled hair and stylish clothing, outgoing and full of charm. The ones your dad would hate. He most definitely didn’t fit that picture.

In fact, I didn’t even know his name in the beginning. I just remember he had blond hair and striking blue eyes. He was quiet, and always kind. I think that’s why he stood out amongst the adolescent boys striving for attention in our small town.

I grew up in a privileged area, and most of my peers received anything they wanted from their parents. If I wanted to play travel basketball and have the matching warm ups and hundred dollar pair of shoes, I got it. No ifs, ands or buts.  It was similar across the board with the other kids my age.

I’m not saying my country loving boy wasn’t privileged, he was well provided for, but he understood what hard work was, and that if he wanted something, he’d have to earn it.

So now that I’ve painted the picture for you of the two awkward young teenagers that we were, I’ll share how I fell in love with this sweet young man.

Blaine, (I’ve changed his name for privacy purposes) and I had a mutual friend who must have been a mind reader, because when Blaine caught my eye, it was the exact same time our mutual friend pointed out how perfect we’d be for each other.

So in true early teen fashion, we were dating. Just like that. He didn’t ask me, we honestly had never said a word to one another before our friend declared us a ‘couple’.

Awkwardly enough, I remember walking passed him and our mutual friend, doing that– attempting to check him out  without being noticed– look. The moment Blaine saw me, he left his friend and raced to me, walking me to gym class without saying more than hi. It was like that the rest of the year. He walked me to and from class, never crossing a line or making me uncomfortable.

We’d talked on the phone for hours. This was before texting, and he wasn’t into AOL instant messenger. Remember that? I was addicted to that like the rest of my peers. I think we maybe talked a whole four times on that site. It was another cool part about him. He wasn’t afraid to open his mouth and verbal talk, unlike the rest of the boys, only messaging other people through the internet. He didn’t need fancy technology or swanky things. He was good with the simple life. Cowboy boots and jeans made him happy, bailing hay in the heat was a highlight of his summer, waking up before the sun would rise to go hunting with his bow. He would have worn jeans and boots to Homecoming if he knew I wouldn’t have thrown a tantrum. (Which I would have, because that’s the type of girl I was.)

It was a whole new lifestyle that taught me shiny objects and brand clothing weren’t the root to happiness. It still matter to me though.

Like all good things, they come to an end.

We fizzled apart by the time we were sixteen.  He wanted to focus on FFA and his truck, have bonfires and go to rodeos. I wanted to be social and involved in school, go shopping at the mall and to movies. There were tears, harsh words and some heartache, but that’s a part of life and learning about love. You have to feel the pain to know it was real, to know how amazing being connected to another person is.

We’re both married with our own families now, and I’d like to think that if we ran into each other we’d both smile and be genuine.

I can’t deny that Blaine helped create Levi, the main character in Craving the Cowboy. He was the closest experience I had to a good country boy. Sweet, kind, and respectful.

Although Levi definitely takes Lindsey on a whirlwind of a ride. One that’s more daring than a typical first love. Levi is strong and bold, yet gentle, something Lindsey wasn’t accustomed too. Not to mention, they are linked in a crazy way that completely blindsides Levi, and causes Lindsey to second guess how she’s been spending her time on this earth.

So saddle up and hop on for an invigorating ride with a brand new cowboy.