First Thanksgiving - eBook

First Thanksgiving - eBook
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It’s unlikely that the Pilgrims and American Indians included too much Tequila at their seminal event. Yet leave it to a creative Italian-American to try and pump up a traditional American holiday with the Mexican libation—and his own celebratory/sexual ideas. Gino and Valerie remember a moment that marked turning points in their lives, their First Thanksgiving.


Gino’s mouth watered at the home cooked goodies she made for their Thanksgiving feast tomorrow and the evening meal tonight. When Valerie bent to check something in the oven; her tight taut butt stirred him to have her. He tip toed up behind her, wrapped his arms around her slender waist and kissed her on the neck. "What are you doing?" he whispered.

She looked up at him, sweat beaded her upper lip. Her brown eyes showed sass.  "I'm doing the laundry."

The Italian accent laced voice heightened his sense of want. "You know, for a little woman you talk awfully big."

She smiled and pushed him toward the table. "Sit down, Gino; I’ll fix you a plate."

He pulled her into a hug. "Hey, yo, I can make my own plate. Come and sit with me."

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I will. Let me get our plates."

He released his hold on her waist, but let her body slip pass his finger tips, lingering on her skin.  "Let's have a glass of wine with dinner,” he suggested in true Italian tradition.

“It’s in the fridge. Pour us a glass."

The softened touch of her gaze showed her love and adoration, and his heart sped. He bent down to touch his lips to hers, and the gaze changed, displaying an aura of sass again.

"Oh, by the way, I am doing some laundry."

He chuckled, his heart swelling with pride. “My little Italian housewife.” He walked to the fridge, almost lighter than air with happiness. Pulling out a bottle of Merlot, he looked at her over his shoulder. Cooking all day for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving dinner and she still finds time to cook a traditional Italian meal. God what a woman. He carried it to the table, popped the cork, and poured them a glass. He sat at his chair and watched while she placed the basket of garlic bread, a bottle of dressing, salad, and parmesan cheese on the table.

She walked back to the stove, spooned out a heaping helping of spaghetti onto the plate and carried them to the table.

In all the years that he and Valerie grew up, and in fifteen years of marriage, he’d never seen her look so beautiful.

"What are you thinking about, Gino?" she asked when she sat down at his right hand.

"How much you changed since we first married."

She chuckled, and then her eyes looked over him. "Yes, I see lots of changes in you too."

"Like what?" His curiosity to know what she thought of him after all these years got the better of him.

Her eyes grew sultry and bright. Her lips parted, the tip of her delicate tongue grazed her trembling top lip. "You aren’t the bean pole you used to be," she answered, the careless whisper of desire threaded her words.  She raised her glass. "Gino, here's to a new body that I enjoy every day.”

“…and twice on Sunday.”

She laughed. “Have I told you how much I love it?"

“Every day.” He looked down at the broad chest of a body builder. "When we married, momma called us a pot of pasta. You were ravioli and I was spaghetti."

Valerie laughed. "I was a little big back then."

"Yes, you were. What were you? Two hundred pounds?" he joked.

"Gino!" she slapped him on the arm. Her face turned a light color of red. "No! I only weighed one ninety. A tiny ten pounds more than you back then."

Gino looked at Valerie, remembering the young woman she was not too long ago. "Do you remember that first Thanksgiving fifteen years ago?"

Valerie smiled. "How can I forget? You told Vinnie you almost died that night."

Gino paused, thought for a moment, and shook his head. "I don't remember that. I almost died?"

“That's what you told your brother."

"I don't remember it that way. Tell me what Vinnie said."

"Well, after he stopped laughing, he said that I almost killed you."


 A very quick read that had me laughing out loud at one point. The story is sweet and well written, a flashback to the couple’s first thanksgiving fifteen years previously. Not your typical romance, but nice too see that romance doesn’t die after marriage.

Worth reading.   3 Tea Cups!

Happily Ever After Reviews  Posted by Lynn Marie


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