“A kiss, when all is said, what is it? 'Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.” ~ Edmond Rostand
The wonderful Cecilia Robert and Christine Rains would like to invite you to the 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 Cecilia Robert, 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 Rains.
Prize 3 - A critique of a kissing/intimate scene from your WIP (not exceeding one page). This critique will be done by Cecilia and Christine.
Cecilia, Kyra, Laurelin, and Christine Rains. 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
Laurelin - FIXED ON YOU
Christine – All six volumes of the 13th Floor series.
Sign up here!
Here is my 'kiss.'
He looked so handsome, suave and sophisticated, diplomatic and brave
Her heart skipped several beats; her tummy somersaulted as she smelt his aftershave
He espied her, smiled, stepped forward, catching her eye, she was frozen, a statue
Forgotten feelings, emotions assailed her, as she recognised Andrew.
He took her hand, pulled her into his body, cheek against cheek
She remembered, she felt, she forgave, felt free, felt so weak
There was nothing she could do as she returned his tight embrace
She whispered to him, her voice filled with love, lightness and grace.
The steps came back to her automatically as he held her firmly
His hand in the middle of her back, fingers splayed lightly
She turned her head, first this way and then opposite
Bubbling tentacles of joy reaching up from her heart
He guided her gently towards the open French doors
The strains of the orchestra dimming as they left the dance floor
The moonlight sparkled over the veranda traversing the lake
They stopped, caught their breath, did a double take
She started to say something he hushed her with his finger tips
The lightest of touches, brushing her scarlet painted lips
She gazed into his bright blue eyes, crinkling at the edges
Again she inhaled his cologne, a sexy, masculine fragrance
Their lips joined, melded together, sweet like nectar
He’d waited so long to taste her, wanted to savour
This moment in time was theirs alone
He held her tight, releasing a guttural groan.