Today is the first day of the MORE THAN JUST A KISS blogfest! The amazing Christine Rains is co-hosting the event with the wonderful and talented Cecilia Robert.
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, ME :D, 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, 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 Cecilia and Christine.
Cecilia, Christine, 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 Laurelin - FIXED ON YOU Christine – All six volumes of the 13th Floor series.
I'll be sharing a few kisses with you this week from some of my books, starting with one from my novella, If I Let You Go!
I tried to push Dominic aside so I could get to the door, but he refused to budge. I pushed harder, trying to use my anger to shove him out of the way. His response was to grip the tops of my arms until I stopped fighting, glaring into his eyes.
His lips crushed down against mine. No warning. No gentle lean-in. One minute we were apart, the next, I was locked into a kiss I hadn’t expected. I froze only for a second before giving in, my body shifting from shaking with rage, to shaking with something completely different. One of his hands slid from the top of my arm to the back of my neck, the other slipped around my waist, his fingers burning me through the thin material of my dress. Unsteady, I clutched at his t-shirt, hoping it would hold me up enough until I was ready to touch him.
Well this is completely unethical.
I didn’t care. It was better than shouting.
I’d never hated and wanted someone so much in my life.
My fingers twisted the fabric of his shirt, bunching it up in my hands as his tongue found its way into my mouth. He reached behind him, his nails scratching against the wooden door until he found the handle. Swinging it open, we stumbled through and shuffled along the hall to his bedroom, entwined in a desperation-fuelled kiss.