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Wednesday, October 16, 2013

First Kiss Wednesday

Kisses are the mainstay of romance writing.  No matter how sweet or spicy our stories are, they usually involve at least a kiss or two.  And the first kiss is especially lovely - that first, soft touch of lips - or perhaps the kiss is fierce and hungry.  Maybe the characters murmur words of love or words of teasing while discovering the texture and taste of each other.  Maybe the only sounds they can emit are gentle, timorous moans or deep, throaty groans.
Okay, now that we've set the premise, here's what you can do for First Kiss Wednesdays.  In the comment box, give us a maximum of 300 words of the first kiss of a published work or a work-in-progress and one link to your website or blog or Amazon Author Page. 
Read and luxuriate in the glories of the first kiss...

Oh, and lips only...  ;-)


Jane Leopold Quinn said...

A Promise at Dawn by Jane Leopold Quinn

She lay on her back, tilting her face to the sun, savoring the warmth. She’d popped a slice of apple in her mouth, and he watched her chew and swallow it. “Faye,” he began, shifting his body over hers.

She sighed and opened her eyes.

He didn’t waste any time. Through eyes barely open, he watched her lashes close, watched her lips part. He kissed her softly. With light touches and delicate sips, he tasted the sweet stickiness of the apple on her lips.

She didn’t respond. It wasn’t a rejection. It just wasn’t a response.

He braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, holding himself off her breasts so the only place their bodies met was their lips. It took all his control to go slowly.

At first she didn’t touch him. Then at the same time she began to kiss him back, she placed her palms on his chest, their warmth and pressure highly arousing. She slid her arms around him and slowly pulled him down on top of her.


He took that for permission and rolled to his back, taking her, draping her over his body. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping her head lightly, giving her the opportunity to break away if she didn’t like it. She stayed, and he deepened his kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, claiming her, delving into her welcoming and passionate response.

Her moans rose sweetly from her throat, then became deep growling noises. Her hands cupped his face, held him. She massaged his tongue with hers.

He rolled again putting her beneath him.

Rose Anderson said...

The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo by Rose Anderson
Book 1 - Ashkewheteasu
The scene: Bonding over birthing the foal, Ash and Livie kiss for the first time
Sky Father had told him to leave this pain in the past and live again. Desperate to do that, he gently folded Livie into his embrace and rested his cheek atop her head. Holding her close as a man was wonderful and made him feel whole again. They stood that way a while. Her calm comfort seeped into him, his millennia of loneliness slowly melting away.

Feeling the difference, she leaned back and looked up at him.

Ash met her eyes. Unable to stop himself, he gently cupped her face, his thumb tracing her petal-soft cheek. “Thank you, Livie.” With that, he kissed her tenderly.

The tentative kiss was surprising but by no means unwanted. Insistence grew as noses and chins turned this way and that. A moment more and hands swept rounded curves and firm angles.

Ash crushed Livie to him, causing the buttons on his flannel shirt to become a small row of pressure points between them. Her breasts flattened against his chest as his thigh locked between hers. Olivia felt the unmistakable grind against her that brought out a hunger in her she could barely account for. Her ardor redoubled, knowing she turned him on.

An instant later he groaned his surrender.

Her hands came up under his shirt to caress his bare skin but stopped cold when she felt those long-healed knots of scarring — evidence of his ordeals. She pulled from his embrace and turned him around. Lifting the plaid flannel, she gasped, and then the depth of damage struck her mute. High on his back, the flesh had been torn as though he’d been harpooned. She’d seen enough tearing and mending of animal flesh to know the suffering that went with such savage wounds. Ones that had been inexpertly stitched closed shortly thereafter.
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Gemma Juliana said...

To Kiss A Leprechaun by Gemma Juliana

The Kiss began with only Lorcan giving it life, but as he focused his energy on infusing her with life and love, it became passionate and searing. Her body slowly awakened to him, and her consciousness returned. She seemed to know what was happening, and became responsive to his lips.

Her eyelids fluttered, and then open slightly. Two sets of eyes, pale blue and deep green, merged and melded into each other.

Soul magic was exchanged.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer and parted her lips, allowing his tongue to enter, explore and dance with her own.

And then the magical release began. Lorcan felt it tickle and pull at his entire body all at once. Energy swept up and down, in and out. He’d never experienced such strange sensations before, not even when the curse had been placed on him. Suddenly he felt a tangible weight being physically lifted and removed. In that moment he knew the curse was dissolved and gone.

Aine opened her eyes again, and touched her fingers to her lips. “They’re buzzing. What an amazing kiss.” As her eyes settled on Lorcan, a startled look of wonder was visible in her eyes.

Aine crooked her finger and gestured for him to approach. He smiled as his lips found hers again, and this time there was even more passion sparking the kiss.

A swirling pink energy field arose from the space between their hearts, enclosed the two of them, and then spread out to include the wizard, the dog and the woman who was no longer weeping.

Menw turned to the cheering fairy guard. “You’re all blessed by the Mother Goddess to have witnessed The Kiss here tonight. You’re all historians now. You’ll share this story with the people of all bloodlines.”

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Teri Thackston said...

Scent of Lavender by Teri Thackston

Somewhere a candle burned, she thought, sweetening the air, holding off the other odor from the staircase.

He thrust to his feet. She moved forward, all emotion forgotten save one.

“Love me.” To her surprise, the whispered words came from her own lips. “Love me again.”

“Again and forever,” he whispered back.

Then he pulled her close and their lips met. Something seemed to shift inside of her. The past didn’t exist. The future didn’t matter. There was only the now and their love. The satin fire of life swept through her and she felt her blood in her veins. She felt, too, the sensation of her body melting into his as the kiss deepened. His tongue caressed her lower lip and she opened for him. That current of existing intensified and a hunger grew with it. Hands moved over clothes, under them, and one thought went through her mind. This is right and good and meant to be, and the fact that death has denied it only makes it—

Horrified, Lily jerked away from him and stumbled back against the bed.

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Barbara Mikula said...

Here is a sweet first kiss from an erotic romance that is NOT sweet! Drew Blessingame has a less than pleasing personality, and his assistant, Ivorie, would rather go to the dentist than spend three weeks with him on a boat! After Drew breaks up with his fiancé, he takes Ivorie on the BDSM cruise they had planned to take up the Amazon. He has to learn to become human, and she has to learn to accept him. I love the story!
Ivorie’s Surprise by Skye Michaels - Book 1 of the Golden Dolphin Series
M/F - BDSM/Erotic Romance/Contemporary/Heat Level: Scorching

Drew thought maybe cutting the evening short was for the best. Ivorie had been bombarded with a lot of unexpected information in a short amount of time, and she had to be a little on edge over the whole situation. He walked her to her cabin door. After she had put her security card in the door lock, he turned her back into his chest and kissed her cheek. He was glad that she didn’t struggle or pull away. “I’ll see you for breakfast in my suite. How about ten o’clock? Tomorrow is Sunday, after all. I think we can relax the office schedule a little on weekends.”
“Okay. Ten o’clock. Good night Drew.”

Ivorie walked into her cabin and immediately leaned back against the closed door. Drew’s close proximity all evening, his holding her hand, and then the gentle kiss on her cheek had her heart pounding. She found herself wishing he had done more than kiss her cheek. Now that is just ridiculous. This is Drew Blessingame. I have to keep reminding myself of that fact because he certainly seems like someone else. She giggled. Who are you, and what have you done with Andrew Blessingame? She sobered again. Tigers don’t change their stripes that quickly, if at all. And he was definitely a tiger.

Joanne Stewart said...

Hi! This is from my Wild Rose Press novel, A Second Chance at Forever:

She stared at him for a long moment, sucked her lower lip between her teeth and bit down, then drew in a barely audible breath and leaned in. His heart drummed against his ribs in sheer dumb hope. He understood what she intended two seconds before her mouth touched his, but it was all the encouragement he needed.

He groaned and cupped her face in his hands, meeting her halfway. He slanted his mouth over hers, savored the flavor of her tongue, and enjoyed the soft play of her lips with his own.

He wasn’t sure what he’d expected from her—she was a walking contradiction—but she moaned against his mouth. Her nails curled into his chest as she pulled herself closer, deepening the kiss. When her tongue flicked against his, he knew he was done for. His arms wrapped around her of their own accord, every inch of him burning for that sweet release his body told him he could find in hers. She made him achingly aware of exactly how long it had been since he’d held a woman in his arms. God how he missed the simple feel of soft, warm, willing curves against him….

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Barbara Donlon Bradley said...

This is from the 1st book in my Vespian Way series - Dominated by Desire

Heather found it difficult to sleep. Three cold showers later and she still hadn’t gotten her libido under control. She had thought about calling her commander and quitting, but ended up jumping back into the shower. Meditation had worked a little but not enough to relax her for sleep.

She paced her room, wondering what would work. Perhaps if she snuck down to the kitchen she could get a hot toddy of some sort to quiet her nerves and allow her to sleep. Her simple nightgown covered her well enough so she left the matching robe behind.

Barefoot, she tiptoed down the hall from her room to the central section of the house. Most of the help had gone to bed so she shouldn’t run into anyone along the way. As she turned another corner she heard a faint noise. Her sixth sense kicked in and told her something was wrong. She needed a place to hide until whatever she sensed had gone past and she could follow them. A small alcove beckoned and she slipped inside. Steel strong arms wrapped around her waist as a large hand covered her mouth.

No one could ever hold her. She proceeded to fight whoever had her and found herself flipped around and staring into the golden eyes of Storm. What was he doing here?

He dragged her into a small door in the alcove and pushed it gently closed. The confined space intensified the feelings she had been trying to banish. Her nipples got hard just because he held her.

Storm slid one of his legs between hers, pulling her up onto it so they could see eye to eye. The nightgown she wore rode up on her, leaving her core naked against the soft cloth she now rested against. She opened her mouth to protest and realized her mistake too late.

His head dipped toward hers, his mouth covering her lips as his tongue invaded. He cradled her head in his hand, angling it to give him better access to her.

She tried to hold back. Wanted to break the kiss altogether but her willpower deserted her in the onslaught of the passion. Everything screamed for more. She fell into the desire swirling through her, giving as much as he would take.

He deepened the kiss, his hands leaving her waist and head to slide up under the gown, touching the fevered flesh beneath.

She felt them on her buttocks, then slide up her back and around to her breasts. The pebbled tips ached for more as he caressed them. He shifted her, her legs wrapping around him to maintain the contact. Now she could press her core against the hardened length of him. Her whole being was on fire.

It affected him as much as her because she felt the tremor race through him.

Just as fast as it started it stopped. She found herself on her feet as the door opened and several guards faced them.