Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Kisses: So Many Kinds

"This kiss, this kiss!" Faith Hill sings.

(Song written by Beth Nielsen Chapman, Robin Lerner, and Annie Roboff.)

Which kiss? There are so many different kinds.

The sweet, often sticky, kisses a toddler gives.

The kisses from Mommy and Daddy that take away the pain of a boo-boo.

The hesitant, awkward first kiss you give and receive as a teen in love.

The public kiss of a bride and groom in front of everyone they know.


The sexy kisses of lovers.

So Many Kinds of Kisses

Have you ever thought about the different kinds of kisses? There's a kiss that fits every age and occasion.

As an author of romance novels, I know kisses are important--especially that first kiss. If it zings, then the couple often move to the next level of intimacy. If it's a dud, then the attraction that brought the couple together fades.

In my romantic comedy, Scents and Sensuality, I wanted the first kiss scene to accomplish more than showing the rising desire between them. I wanted to have Amanda admit her insecurity, and I wanted Harrison to see that she was different from the "flavor of the month" women he usually dated. I also wanted the first kiss scene to be amusing.

Excerpt, The First Kiss, Scents and Sensuality © 2013

Was it really all right to be herself with him? To show her true personality? "Nicole said men prefer women who aren't so serious. She said men like women who are sexy and flirty. I'm not like that. I'm serious and thoughtful and introverted. And shy."

She was shy? Oddly, Harrison liked that. Most of the women he'd had in his bed didn't know the meaning of the word shy. He'd never had a woman hesitate to tell him in detail what to do, where to touch, how to touch, and when to touch... As if he were so unskilled that he didn't know anything about women.

"I really don't know much about pop culture and clubbing and all the stuff that Nicole knows," Amanda said.

"Your friend doesn't know what she's talking about," Harrison said. He stopped moving. Now they weren't dancing. They were just swaying in time to the music. "There's nothing wrong with the real you, sweetheart."

With that one sentence, he had her. She could smell him, and his scent was strong. Musky. Maybe it was just physiology, she thought, with the tiny part of her brain that still worked. Something about her female pheromone receptors went bonkers when he was near. He'd said sweetheart. Amanda didn't know if it was what he'd said or the endearment that warmed her so completely.

In a voice so intense that it made gooseflesh break out on her arms, he said, "You don't have to pretend to be someone you're not. I like you just the way you are."

The song stopped. Still they swayed, cheek to cheek, breast to chest. Heat to heat. The song started again.

"You're beautiful," he whispered against her cheek. "And you're incredibly sexy without playing silly games. You're sexy without even trying. And I want you."

His words wove a spell around her lonely heart. "I want you too," she confessed.

Harrison smiled and nuzzled the tender flesh of her neck where her pulse throbbed.

In a voice so soft that he had to strain to hear, Amanda said, "You don't have to say that...that I'm sexy. I...I won't change my mind about...about...you know." She fell silent.

Harrison pulled away from her a little so he could look at her, gauge her reactions. "Are you trying to say you won't change your mind about having a raging affair with me?"

Amanda took a deep breath and exhaled. She met his eyes directly. "Despite what you say, I know I'm not sexy. I just want to be honest with you. It's important to me to be honest. I don't like lies. They just cause problems. So here's the bald truth. I'm a flop with men, and I was desperate for a date for my cousin's wedding. Nicole helped me hook you. She tutored me on how to be a hot babe because that's what men want."

Harrison found it hard to accept that she believed all that. "That's a hell of a lot of honesty."

His comment was like the release gate on a dam. A flood of words poured out of Amanda. "I don't want you to be confused by Nicole's tricks and think I'm something I'm not. Even though I'm more than willing to...you know...have that raging affair with you."

Amanda spoke faster to get all the words out before she lost her courage. "I was just pretending. So you may not really want me now that you know the truth. I'm not a sexy hot babe, and you don't have to tell me I am just to--"

Harrison's mouth swooped down and captured hers, shutting off the frantic torrent of words. Amanda was frozen for a split second, then the feel of his mouth on hers broke through the paralysis. His lips were warm. They pressed against hers, teasing, shaping hers. The tip of his tongue licked, demanded entrance. She sighed, and his tongue plunged into her mouth. She forgot that she didn't know much about kissing. She welcomed him. She pressed her body as tightly as possible to his and couldn't hold back the moan that rose to her lips.

Scents and Sensuality is available at most ebook sellers including Amazon Kindle.

At its most elemental level, a kiss--whether between lovers or between parents and children--is communication that speaks of emotion.

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6 comments:

  1. This post reminds me of Pam Morsi's Courting Miss Hattie, when Reed taught Miss Hattie how to kiss. It was one of the most memorable scenes I've ever read in a book. Sometimes the kiss "sets" the book in your mind. I loved your scene, too, and enjoyed that book!

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    1. Thanks, Liz. Glad you enjoyed Scents and Sensuality. Just mentioning my book in the same paragraph as Pam Morsi's is heady. *g*

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  2. Agree with Liz. Love the scene and feel like I really know those characters.


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    1. Thanks, Kathleen. Love it when my peers like what I write.

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  3. Kisses...all kinds. yes, I've thought of them all. I suspect I've even blogged about them. LOL What a lovely excerpt! So touching and sweet.

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