Dr. Love is on the block this fine Friday! And I’ve noticed
it’s been a while since we’ve had a kiss-a-thon. I think I’m having withdrawals.
You too? Our last Kiss-and-Tell session was a wildly successful scrimmage of
fabulous, sweet, steamy, playful, and passionate kissing scenes pulled from
your stories. What fun!!!! I mean, come on, who doesn’t crave a kiss scene from
page one, right?
OF COURSE, we have to wait and build the tension, ect. But
that right there is my current problem. I’m picking through the initial pages
of my WIP, setting up the plot, getting acquainted with the characters,
establishing their chemistry, and already I’m itching for a lip-lock between
the two! I can just picture it! And I want that kiss. Badly!
So, since I’m so incredibly patient by nature, I went ahead
and penned a few kisses that are what I like to call spontaneous smooches. These are dreamed up, out of order quips and clips that
will hopefully fit into my story as it progresses. In other words, the mood struck, so I wrote. Be a shame to waste a perfectly
good make out session but hey it happens. Oh, how I suffer for my art.
Just in case this doesn’t make the cut I thought I’d kick
off this Kiss-and-Tell session with a very rough, off-the-cuff kiss scene that
I wrote on my phone at about 1 am last week simply because I wanted my
characters to get a-smoochin’ and I couldn’t sleep without that goodnight kiss!
And I’ll need full audience participation to make this fun!
Post up a past or current kiss scene in any stage of revision. It doesn’t have
to be polished or perfectly thought out it just has to include some semblance
of a lip-on-lip action! I can hardly wait to read them!
Alright pucker up, people! There’s no better way to kick off
the weekend than by getting your kiss on!
MUAH!
I’ll be brave and go first… Here’s some banter and a smooch from Livi Lux
and Aiden Reid in my WIP Lady Luck
“Pfft! New Yorkers are always touting their grit but I'm
from St. Louis. Serial killers, rioting, the east side. I think I can handle a
little island stroll. Besides, I took a class in Krav Maga, last year. I’m
basically a butt-kicking machine. Don’t mess with me." Huh. What do you
know? The whole ‘I am woman, hear me roar’ thing? Actually quite satisfying.
Satisfying. But perhaps not entirely convincing if Aiden’s
amused expression is anything to go by.
"Oh, so you had a face-off with Vivaldi? Took a gander
across the Ead's bridge and enjoyed an afternoon tea with the EL6 crew?"
"Don't be condescending. You might be pretty but that
dress does nothing for your figure."
"Pretty?" Aiden growls like a sexy-beast, a playful glint in those
steely grey eyes.
I bat my eyes. "Does that wound your masculine pride,
sweetiekins? Retraction. Follow-up. Rugged. You look very rugged in your
condescending dress."
He laughs, so full and warm and easy I’m shivering. Figure
that one out. And then he's shaking his handsome head. "I always seem to be doing
that with you."
"What, cross dressing?"
Stepping forward, he traps a lock of my golden-red hair, rubbing
the strands between his thumb and forefinger. "Laughing. Smiling."
He leans in, twining the hair around his knuckle and gently
tugging me closer, his words a whispered brush of contact. "Kissing."
And then he's doing just that. Kissing. Which somehow seems
too simple a word for what he's doing to me.
Dang, it's just...
It's... Wow. It's wow and so much more than wow the words may not exist to
expound upon it. Surely as a journalist I could find some. But nope, his lip-lock
is literally reducing my vocabulary.
Mmm. I hum into
the stupefying kiss, fully surrendered, and add a little wow of my own.
"Wow." He murmurs against my lips, cupping my face
and stroking my cheek with his callused thumb.
Yep, still shivering despite the balmy island climate. And
before I'm rendered completely inarticulate I echo my agreement. "My
thoughts exactly. More wow, please."
Amy Leigh Simpson is the completely exhausted stay-at-home mama to the two wild-child, tow-headed toddler boys, one pretty little princess baby, and the incredibly blessed wife of her hunky hubby.
She writes Romantic Suspense chalked full of grace that is equally inspiring, nail-biting, and hilarious. And a little saucy! Okay fine, a lot saucy. :) She is an active member of American Christian Fiction Writers, and now uses her Sports Medicine degree to patch up daily boo-boos. Her greatest ambitions are to create stories that inspire hope, raise up her children to be mighty warriors for Christ, invent an all-dessert diet that works, and make up for years of sleep deprivation.
She is represented by Chip MacGregor of MacGregor Literary, Inc.
