A kiss, when all is said, what is it? 'Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.” ~ Edmond Rostand
It's all in the kiss, baby! The awesome Christine Rains and I would like to invite you to MORE THAN JUST A KISS BLOGFEST.
Sweet, sizzling, fiery, awkward, mind-blowing. We want to read your kissing scenes.
The rules are simple:
1. Sign up on the Linky List and post the badge on your blog.
2. On one of the days of the week of September 9th, post a kissing scene on your blog. It can be either fiction or non-fiction.
3. Please do not exceed 250 words.
4. This is a blogfest, so visit the other participants and have fun!
But wait! This is more than a blogfest.
We're offering prizes!
The scenes will be judged by these amazing romance authors: Cecilia Robert, Laurelin Paige, Kyra Lennon, and Christine Rains. We will choose three posts to win these awesome prizes.
Prize 1 - A critique of a kissing/intimate scene from your WIP (not exceeding ten pages). Critiques will be done by Kyra Lennon, and Christine Rains and me.
Prize 2 - A critique of a kissing/intimate scene from your WIP (not exceeding five pages). This critique will be done by Laurelin Paige and Christine.
Prize 3 - A critique of a kissing/intimate scene from your WIP (not exceeding one page). This critique will be done by Christine and me.
BONUS PRIZES:
Christine, Kyra, Laurelin and I will each choose one of our favorites to give out some fantastic ebooks.
Cecilia – TRULY MADLY DEEPLY YOU and REAPER'S NOVICE.
Kyra - IF I LET YOU GO
Christine – All six volumes of the 13th Floor series.
Laurelin - FIXED ON YOU
I will leave you with a kissing excerpt from my contemporary romance NA/Adult. A Need so Insatiable, set for release in winter 2013. This is unedited version.
“Are you going to kiss me?” I ask.
His hungry-eyed gaze collides with me. Shakes
his head. Nods. Runs a trembling hand through his hair, and pulls away. “I promised
not to.”
“I didn’t,” I say, tossing the scissors on the
counter. I take a step toward him and circle my arms around his neck, sinking
my fingers into his half-cut hair.
His eyes widen, then lifts his eyebrow. Once
again I want to slap the look off his face. And kiss him at the same time.
One side of his mouth curls up. “Now that you
have me. What are you going to do with me?”
“This.” I hitch on my toes and nip his earlobe. “And
this.” I tug his bottom lip with my teeth.
He groans, and suddenly I’m on his lap. His
hands are on my face, my back, my hair as though he’s trying to memorize every
part of me in one go. He drops his head in the crook of my neck, pressing his
lips on the vein throbbing there. God, his lips! Warm against my heated skin as
they trace along my jaw eagerly, by the time they brush mine, my breath is
stuck in my throat in anticipation. He traces his tongue along the seam of mine,
and I open for him. I’m powerless not to. He murmurs “F**k the promise” then swoops in, his fingers gripping my hips tighter.
One hand moves to cup my neck firmly, and I am his.
