One of my favorite things as an author is writing that first kiss. It says a lot on how the relationship will progress between the characters. Is it going to be sweet and innocent like a flower opening to the first warming rays of a spring sun? Or hot and fiery like chemicals combusting into a raging inferno. What if it's cold and calculating like an ice storm? Will the man take the lead or the woman? Who has the most to lose? How does the kiss either move the relationship forward or set it back? These questions are like candy to a writer like me.
Usually I have seen the kiss in my head before I have written a word. But not always. A lot of my books are like mixed up scenes in a movie that have yet to be edited. My work is to write them down, before I forget them, and somehow make sense of them. And once in a while, in the case of my upcoming release, HOOKED, the characters go completely off script and do their own thing regardless on how I try to corral them.
Here's a preview of Sonya and Garrett's first kiss in HOOKED coming May13th.
Damn, his lips were as soft as they looked. It was the last coherent thought she had.
Garrett growled and yanked her flush against his chest. She heard the crunch of graham crackers beneath their feet and didn’t care. All she cared about was getting closer to him, which was probably physically impossible unless they lost some clothes. But she was willing to give it a go.
They broke apart as suddenly as they’d come together as though simultaneously realizing where the kiss was headed. It wasn’t the right time. Definitely not the right place.
"That was better than I thought it would be," she said, her voice huskier than she’d like, and for a moment she didn’t recognize it as her own.
"That’s an understatement." Garrett leaned back against the counter, breathing deep. "Maybe it was a fluke." He seemed to be talking to himself more than to her, as if trying to convince himself that what had just happened hadn’t really meant anything. She was all for agreeing with his argument. She didn’t want that kiss to mean anything either.
"Want to try it again?" she found herself asking. "You know—" she shrugged "—rule out the fluke factor?"
His eyes burned into hers, and he pushed himself away from the counter. She swallowed. He was big and imposing as he stepped toward her. Their bodies came into contact as his hands framed her face, diving deep into her hair and forcing her head back. He lowered his mouth until their breaths mixed, mated.
He paused, just before taking her mouth. "If I kiss you again, we won’t be leaving this cabin until after I get you naked."
What are some of your favorite book or movie kisses?