“A kiss, when all is said, what is it? 'Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.” ~ Edmond Rostand
Today marks the beginning of More Than Just A Kiss Blogfest co-hosted by the wonderfully talented author of the 13th Floor Series, Christine Rains and myself. What a kisstastic way to start the week than with a fantastic fest like this one, right? Anyone can enter--you don't have to be an author.
Here are the rules:
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!
Prize 1 - A critique of a kissing/intimate scene from your WIP (not exceeding ten pages). Critiques will be done by myself, Kyra Lennon, and Christine Rains.
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 myself and Christine.
Cecilia – TRULY MADLY DEEPLY YOU and REAPER'S NOVICE.Kyra - IF I LET YOU GO
Laurelin - FIXED ON YOU
Christine – All six volumes of the 13th Floor series.
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I would love to share with you a Scene from my upcoming Paranormal Romance with Fantasy and steampunk elements, Homecoming. This Scene is not part of the entry, just something steamy to start the fest.
His gaze dropped to her mouth, and he trailed his thumb over her lower lip, transfixed. His mouth tugged faintly at the corners as it came crashing down on hers, rough like his voice and impatient and desperate. His tongue swept across her lips, seeking entrance, and she opened up to him, let him claim her. He showed her how much he’d missed her with his lips, telling her she was his with his fingers gliding along her jaw, then folding on her neck and pulling her close. So close no air passed between their bodies. He deepened the kiss, sliding his hands to her hips and pulling her flush to his body, his claws digging into her skin. The kiss, the way he held her, reminded her of the last kiss he’d bestowed on her before she left him. Passionate. Reverent. Tender. A kiss that said “You are all mine. Mine until the end of time.”
Her hands slid up to circle his neck and pulled him lower, wanting more, everything. Her fingers skated their way up to dig into his cropped hair and she moaned. Gods, she was powerless to him.
He groaned at her response, pinning her to the wall with his hips. “Sera,” he murmured against her lips, following the words with a nip of fangs on her lips. “My Sera.”
We look Forward to reading your Scenes! :)