Showing posts with label first kiss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label first kiss. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Is There Anything Like a First Kiss? by Mackenzie Crowne

There are many firsts in life; that first thrilling, solo ride on a bicycle, or that breathtaking view of the ocean, and the nerve wracking experience of sitting behind the wheel of a car. But of all the memorable firsts in one’s life, who can forget their first kiss? Whether a heart pounding realization of a dream with that boy you've been crushing on for weeks or the lousy ending to an interminable blind date your girlfriend set up, there is nothing like a first kiss.

Hollywood is obsessed with them, both in TV and movies, and thank God they are. Audiences waited with bated breath while Sam and Diane (of Cheers fame) circled each other in a lustful dance for an entire season. The episode when they finally locked lips was one of the funniest TV moments I can remember.

The first kiss was taken to a whole new level in 50 First Dates. Because of Lucy's short term memory loss from a head injury, Henry spends each day wooing the woman he loves back into his arms. If you've never seen Lucy and Henry's hilarious romance, you're missing out.

And has there ever been a better movie moment than Rhett and Scarlett's first embrace in Gone With the Wind? As a girl I thought my heart would burst in my chest as Scarlett hung in Rhett's arms, their lips a breath apart. *Sigh* That moment birthed the romance writer in me.

As a reader of romance, the first kiss is all important to whether or not a book remains in my heart or gets tossed into the 'what a waste of time' pile. The moment sets the tone of the characters' ultimate happily ever after, at least for me. A first kiss can be dramatic, lustful, or even funny, but whether the author offers a shy brushing of lips, a shocking, melt your bones devouring, or a nose-bumping calamity, if that first kiss doesn't grab me, chances are the rest of the book won't either.

I write romantic fiction and that first kiss is always a struggle for me. I'd love to say I draw on the memory of my own for inspiration, but I'd be lying. A game of spin the bottle granted me my first lip lock, and while the memory makes me smile, it wasn't exactly the stuff of fantasies.

I’ve included an excerpt below from TO WIN HER BACK, book 4 of my Players series releasing in January 2017. V and Sam’s story is a second chance romance, so their kiss isn’t technically the first. It is, however the first after eighteen years and a bit contentious.

Enjoy and then tell us…How important is the first kiss in the books you read, and what's the story behind your own?

“There was a time you included me in the list of things you wanted.”
The claim hit V like a physical blow and it took all her concentration not to flinch. Denying she’d wanted him wasn’t something she could do with any conviction and they both knew it. Running her gaze down his big body, she hid her dismay beneath pure bluster. “You’re a fine-looking man, Sam. Wanting you was never the problem.”
“I’m glad to hear you still feel that way. That’ll make things easier.”
The fine hair on the back of her neck prickled when he suddenly dropped his hands to his sides and stalked toward her. “Wait. What are talking about?”
“It’s simple.” He closed the distance and she stumbled backward. Stiff-arming him did no good. He gripped both her arms and held her there when she would have scooted clear of him. “You claim you walked away from me to get what you wanted. If that’s true, as far as I’m concerned, I dodged a bullet fifteen years ago. I’m perfectly happy to let that be the end of it.”
Some of the tension eased from her clenched muscles. He may have his doubts but, thankfully, he wasn’t going to press her on them.
“But, it appears providence has other plans.” Her tension returned tenfold as he released one of her arms to slip his hand around her waist. Calculation darkened the blue of his eyes. “Because of our past, my position with the Marauders is shaky when it shouldn’t be.” He slid his hand down her spine and tugged her against him until her breasts smashed flat against the solid muscle of his chest. “Caroline made it clear she expects us to put our personal differences behind us. What better way to convince her we have than to return to Manhattan as a couple?”
She opened her mouth to blast him with a shocked denial, but only succeeded in aiding him as he lowered his head and crushed his mouth to hers. His tongue slid into her mouth with practiced ease. Familiar and irresistible, his woodsy scent and spicy flavor wrapped around her, seeping into her taste buds and absorbing into her skin like a well-remembered balm.
Her knees went loose and, though she struggled to keep her feet beneath her, it was no use. She hung in his embrace, off balance and unable to care, and curled into him as if returning home. His guttural groan was a rumbling vibration against her breasts and she reveled in the knowledge she wasn’t alone in her madness.
He shifted his head, taking the kiss deeper, and time retreated. Mistakes, secrets, and years of regret vanished until only pleasure and heat existed. Desperate for more, she fought her arms free to slide her hands up over his chest and neck, and plunged her fingers into the thick pelt of his hair. She was rewarded by the quick thrust of his hips and cried out at the delicious friction of his erection pressed against her lower belly and mound.  



When Mac isn’t dreaming of that perfect first kiss, she spends her time weaving HEAs for her characters, like V and Sam. Their second chance love story, TO WIN HER BACK, book 4 in Mac’s Players series from Kensington Books, releases in January 2017 and is currently available on NetGalley for those of you who are members.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

That First Big Kiss by Alison Henderson

We all know the first kiss is a critical point in any romance novel. So much hangs on it. It's usually the couple's first intimate contact, and the nature of the kiss depicts where the couple is in their relationship at that point. Does the hero steal a kiss from the reluctant heroine? Does he force it on her? Does she ambush him? Or do they come together in a mutual expression of passion? It all depends on the characters and the situation in which they find themselves at that moment.

My new bodyguard romance, BOILING POINT, begins with mutual suspicion and multiple mistaken identities. This hero and heroine are not going to fall blissfully into each other's arms while each suspects the other of being a potentially dangerous criminal. On top of that, my heroine bears the psychological scars of a previous attempted sexual assault. They spar--verbally and physically--for several chapters before their first attempt at a kiss, and they're foiled before they really begin. They continue to learn more about each other and have another near miss before they're ready to try again in earnest.

With that in mind, here's the first successful kiss from BOILING POINT:

Before Zoë’s hand touched the knob, Nick slipped between her and the door. She had to pull up short to keep from running face-first into his broad chest. Taking a half step back, she lifted her chin, and sent him a questioning look.
“There’s something more I want to say.”
His voice rumbled in his chest, it’s deep tone sending goosebumps up her arms. Her heart fluttered in her chest. Was he going to try to kiss her again?
“I’m sorry for the way I acted.”
Not what she’d expected. Zoë released her breath and relaxed a fraction. “It’s my fault. I woke you up.”
“Not then… earlier… in the kitchen. When you so graciously pointed out my shortcomings.”
She glanced down at the ratty old green shag carpeting. “About that…I probably could have been more…um…diplomatic.”
He slipped a forefinger under her chin and tipped it up until she met his gaze. “No, you were right. I’ve never taken criticism well—just ask my former lieutenant. I overreacted.”
“Let’s agree we both could have handled the conversation more professionally and leave it at that.” She offered her hand. “Deal?”
His hand enveloped hers with heat and strength, squeezing lightly. “Deal.”
When she tried to release her grasp, he tightened his hold and gave a little tug, drawing her forward. “I’m wide awake now.”
“I can see that.”
He pulled her steadily forward until his face loomed above hers and only inches separated their lips. “You could stay a while and keep me company.”
“I could, but then you’d get no dinner.”
His voice dropped even lower as his head came down and one arm slid behind her back. “Maybe I’m hungry for something besides food.”
As his lips drew closer, Zoë’s chest tightened, but she fought back, refusing to let the old panic overtake her. Instead, she focused on the solid reality of the man in front of her.
This is Nick. You’re safe.
His warm breath fanned her lips, and his strong arm supported her like a branch of her favorite climbing tree back home. She felt nothing but a kindling excitement deep inside. He wasn’t holding her too tightly—she knew she could escape if she needed to—but he’d aroused her curiosity, among other things. At the moment all she wanted was to taste him.
Nick’s kiss was tentative at first, but as soon as she moved her mouth, his arms tightened around her. As he increased the pressure, Zoë steeled herself against the sense of suffocation, but it never came.
Instead, a warm tingle spread from her lower abdomen to her breasts and down her arms to her fingertips.
He moved one hand up and speared his fingers through her hair, cradling her head and holding it steady while he teased her lips open. She half-expected his other hand to go wandering in search of more titillating destinations, but it remained firmly welded to her back.
After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, he slowed and ended with one last, lingering kiss before releasing her lips.
She rested her head against his chest and listened to the rhythmic thuds of his heart while she regained her breath. She ran her tongue over her lips, missing the feel of him already. Kissing Nick had been a revelation on many levels. He was unlike any man she’d ever known—certainly unlike any she’d kissed. He hadn’t tried to overwhelm or push her. He’d taken his time, leashed his passion. Maybe that was the reason the old fears had lost their teeth.
With a gentle push she slipped out of his arms. There was something oddly endearing about the confused frustration on his face. She smiled and touched his hard jaw. “That was delightful, but I’ve got to cook dinner. You know the old saying—man cannot live on love alone.”
Nick grabbed her wrist and gave her fingers a light nip. “I don’t think that’s how the quote goes. Besides, who said anything about love?”
Nobody. “You can’t live on sex alone, either.”
      “I’d be willing to give it a try.”

BOILING POINT is available from Amazon in paperback and kindle formats at http://amzn.to/2cw9hPX

Alison
www.alisonhenderson.com 

Thursday, May 5, 2016

What I Learned from a First Kiss by Alison Henderson

Not my first kiss. That kiss taught me thirteen-year-old boys have no idea what they’re doing. I hope that boy has learned a thing of two in the intervening decades, but that’s another story. Or maybe not.

No, I’m talking about the hero and heroine in my current WIP, Boiling Point. As I’ve complained before, these two have given me fits from the beginning. My heroine has been breezy and confident on the surface, hiding only her qualms about her qualifications for her current job. She had refused to divulge, even to me, her romantic history. All I could do was keep writing and hope she would spill the beans when the time came.

My hero was even worse. I knew his sister thought he was a putz when it came to knowing what women want, but how many sisters are truly familiar with their brothers’ intimate relationships? I knew he was scarred by an undercover police operation gone wrong, but that’s all. Nothing about any former wives or lovers. And he’s so reticent, I feared he would never tell me.

All that changed with their first kiss.

When he took her in his arms and their lips touched for the first time, I expected the usual fireworks but no real surprises. Wrong! My heroine caught me completely off-guard. Her first reaction wasn’t lust; it was surprise and relief. She had expected fear and panic, a sense of suffocation. I had no idea where that came from. Suddenly, as I continued to write, she shared her secret with me. She had been assaulted in the past—not raped, but physically overwhelmed and terrified. It explained so much—her previous choice of a military career, her use of witty sarcasm as a weapon, and especially her determination to hide it from me.

An even more amazing revelation occurred when I switched to the hero’s point of view in the next scene. I had been worrying about the source of conflict between these two. They were both working toward the same objective. As soon as they revealed this to each other, what was left to keep them apart? Finally, the hero told me. In his former job as a detective, he’d been involved a clandestine relationship with his female partner. At a critical moment during the pursuit of a drug dealer, he’d failed to shoot out of worry for the safety of his partner, and an innocent civilian had been killed. The resulting guilt had led to their break-up, and his leaving the force. He swore never to let emotion affect his work again. He hasn’t told the heroine yet, but at least I know!

I’ve never had characters keep secrets from me like this before. I’ve also never had them bare their souls so suddenly. And all because of one little kiss.

Alison
www.alisonhenderson.com

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Rhett Butler was the Start of it All

The bad boy in romance, the kiss that made us all sigh and the shocking language at the end. Rhett Butler started it all, or so it seems. I'm sure there were other heroes before him who were just as rapscallion or beguiling with a pair of lips or quick to toss out a cuss word. But none had the enduring style of handsome Rhett. 

He was just the bee's knees, wasn't he? He taught some writers there was appeal and value in the bad boy image, especially if he returned to town with a touch of gold in his heart and a chunk of it in his bank account.

Ole Brett got us away from the staid, proper heroes. Thank goodness. I love a devilish hero with a sexy-as-all-get-out smile. Makes my toes curl just thinking about it. My Calvin has a smile like that. He's no bad boy, by any means, but he's got that heart-melting smile that goes so well with his heart of gold.

Let's talk about the kiss, shall we? You know which one I mean. The one where Rhett puts his hand behind Scarlet's neck and leans her back and lays one powerful lip-lock on her. Sigh. As a writer of romance, every story has to have that first kiss...and it has to be fantastic, breath-taking and memorable. So, I ask you, how many ways are there to describe two pairs of lips connecting? I struggle with every one to make it different from the previous. I sure wish I had Rhett to whisper in my ear to give me a few tips--and a shiver or two.

Probably the most famous words of a movie are his. Sure there are others. "E.T., phone home." The orgasm scene in When Harry Met Sally, where the older lady in the restaurant quips, "I'll have what she's having." But Rhett's, "Frankly, Scarlet, I don't give a damn," lives on. 

Yup, in many ways, he was the start of a lot of things. Long live Rhett Butler.


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