Exclusive Sneak Peek & Giveaway: Firsts by Laurie Elizabeth Flynn

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Tonight, I’m doing Evan Brown’s girlfriend a favor. An awkward, sweaty, fumbling favor. Melanie, or whatever her name is, owes me big time.
Except she’ll never know it.***“You’re not staying over,” I say, fastening the robe around my waist. “You’ll get there. Girls care less about that than you think. Especially in the beginning. You can work up to it together.”
He grins. He looks different, more handsome somehow. In the softer light, his pimples aren’t as evident and his jawline seems more pronounced. One day, I think Evan Brown could even be a heartbreaker.
But that day isn’t today.
I glance at the clock on my nightstand. Eleven p.m. on a Tues- day. “It’s a school night, Evan. Time for you to go. Your mother will wonder where you are.” Or I assume she would. Most mothers do. Not mine, of course.
His grin turns into a frown. “Do I, you know, owe you some- thing? I don’t know how this works . . .” His voice trails off.
“You don’t owe me anything. Just be good to her, okay? Re- member everything we talked about.”
I know he will. He even took notes. Open her car door for her. Bring her flowers, not something generic like roses but her actual favorite flowers. Have dinner reservations in advance, not necessarily somewhere fancy but somewhere meaningful, like where you had your first kiss or where you realized you loved her. Kiss her, not just on her lips but in unexpected places. On the nape of her neck. On her forehead. On her wrist. Push her hair behind her ears gently. Take a picture. She’ll want to remember the night.
I swallow against a lump that has risen up suddenly in my throat. It’s not that Evan is different—he’s a nice guy, a kid who loves his girlfriend and wants to please her. Maybe I’m the one who’s different. Maybe this speech is starting to feel too familiar. I told myself five favors for five deserving virgins. Five was the line I drew in the sand, and I trampled over it like it wasn’t even there. Evan is the tenth, and ten is a line I can’t just trample past.
But I’m certainly not going to get into this with Evan, so I put on a fake smile. I gesture around the room at the chaise lounge and walk-in closet and floor-to-ceiling shoe rack. “Besides, I really don’t need your money. Spend it on Melody.”
He pulls his boxers and pants back on. His movements are more measured, not the bumbling, terrified movements of the Evan Brown who entered my bedroom an hour ago. Even his voice seems deeper, like he came here a boy and is leaving as a man. I suppose that’s not far from the truth. I allow myself a little smile, a real one this time. It’s easy to reaffirm what I do. What happened to Evan in my bedroom will change him, make him into a more consider- ate lover, even a better boyfriend. Moments like these are what made that line in the sand so easy to obliterate.
Moments like these, I could see an eleventh, even though I promised myself that’s not going to happen. I’m starting the second half of senior year with all of my good karma already under my belt.
“I don’t know where you came from, but you saved my life, Mercy. I mean, Mercedes. I don’t know what I would’ve done with- out you.”
“You would’ve ripped five condoms by accident, and you might’ve drowned the girl in saliva. But now, you’re going to nail it. Literally.”
He tugs his shirt over his head. “When Gus told me how you helped him, I didn’t believe it. But he was right—you’re an angel.” He pauses. “But can I ask you—”
I cut him off midsentence. “No, you can’t. Don’t spoil it.” “But you didn’t even let me finish,” he protests.
“Oh, I let you finish,” I say. “The one thing you can do for me is not ask me any questions.”
He nods. “Fair enough.” “Goodnight, Evan,” I say.
“Goodnight, Mercy. Uh, Mercedes.” He gets to my bedroom door and pauses with his hand on the doorknob.
“This won’t be awkward at school tomorrow, will it?” he says, looking back at me.
“Of course not,” I say, folding my arms over my chest. “It’s not going to be awkward at all, because what happened in this room becomes just a figment of your imagination the second you walk out that door.”
He gives me a tight-lipped smile and pulls the door shut after him. I can see his shoes underneath, can tell he’s lingering there, wondering if he said too much or not enough, not entirely convinced that his secret is safe with me.
But he has nothing to worry about. His secret, like those of nine of his fellow seniors, is safe with me. At Milton High, I’m my own statistic. People fail to see the great equalizer, the one thing the band geeks, the drama nerds, the jocks, and the preppies all have in common.
Me—Mercedes Ayres.
The girl who took their virginity.



In the vein of Easy A, an honest and refreshing young adult novel about sex, love, and high school.

Seventeen-year-old Mercedes Ayres has an open-door policy when it comes to her bedroom, but only if the guy fulfills a specific criteria: he has to be a virgin. Mercedes lets the boys get their awkward fumbling first times over with, and all she asks in return is that they give their girlfriends the perfect first time-the kind Mercedes never had herself.

Keeping what goes on in her bedroom a secret has been easy – so far. Her mother isn’t home nearly enough to know about Mercedes’ extracurricular activities, and her uber-religious best friend, Angela, won’t even say the word “sex” until she gets married. But Mercedes doesn’t bank on Angela’s boyfriend finding out about her services and wanting a turn – or on Zach, who likes her for who she is instead of what she can do in bed.

When Mercedes’ perfect system falls apart, she has to find a way to salvage her own reputation -and figure out where her heart really belongs in the process. Funny, smart, and true-to-life, Firsts is a one-of-a-kind young adult novel about growing up.

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Laurie Elizabeth Flynn went to school for journalism and later worked as a model, a job that took her overseas to Tokyo, Athens, and Paris. She lives in London, Ontario, with her husband and her Chihuahua.

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One winner will receive a copy of the book courtesy of publisher St. Martin’s Griffin. U.S. only. Contest runs through midnight (PT) on Tuesday, January 19th.

To enter, tell us in the comment about a funny “first” in your life (no, it doesn’t have to be THAT first) — then fill out the Rafflecopter form HERE to complete your entry and earn more chances to win.


8 thoughts on “Exclusive Sneak Peek & Giveaway: Firsts by Laurie Elizabeth Flynn

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  1. Christina R. in the rafflecopter

    first time I went to the gym (hadn’t used any equipment since HS gym class) not only did I sit at one of the machines backwards and got laughed at by these snooty women, but then my laces got caught in it while I was making a quick getaway and I faceplanted.

    at least it was funny (later!)

    thank you so very much 🙂

  2. On my first date with my future husband, his truck broke down and when he went to a neighboring house to use the phone, the guy answered in his boxers and had a gun pointed at him. Not funny then but 20 years later, it is.

  3. On my first day of school I thought that when they let us out at recess that we were done for the day so I walked home. I had found it a little boring anyway, some of the kids didn’t even know the days of the week or the months of the year. My mother was not impressed.

  4. In my last year of college, I was living in a duplex with 3 other guys. They wanted to host a party with beer, etc. This was my first hosted house party. Anyway, I had stepped out to take my GF home (I think?) and while I was gone one of the partiers walked through the sliding screen door to the porch. Funny thing? He was sober.

  5. My first day of high school, I had no idea where I was going, and I walked into the boy’s bathroom. I met my best friend in there. He laughed hysterically at me, grabbed me some tissue, took me to the library, and proceeded to let me blubber about how horribly embarrassing it was. Awkward!

  6. Well, I’m really uncoordinated, so I have to say that the first time I rode a bike (without training wheels) I was ten… needless to say, it was definitely embarrassing.

  7. I was on a first date with a guy that was about 15 years older than me. We were going to the movies, but since we were early we decided to play ski ball at the Chuck E. Cheese next door. It was a little embarrassing when the person stamping our hands thought he was my dad.

  8. A funny first, for me, was probably when I first order my food all by myself (I was 4-ish). It was definitely funny, because my older cousin was giggling real hard when I tried to explain “the yellow thing” (fries) to the waitress.

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