Sunday, 15 September 2013

More Than Just a Kiss Blogfest ~ Last day

“A kiss, when all is said, what is it? 'Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.” ~ Edmond Rostand
Today is the last day of the blogfest. Thank you so much to everyone who participated in this kisstastic hop. I really enjoyed reading the kissing snippets. I swooned, laughed, sighed, and everything in between. Wow, I think deciding the winners is going to be a challenge. We will inform you as soon as we have the winners.
We still have a few hours, so if anyone still wants to join, here are the rules: 

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: myself, Laurelin Paige, Kyra Lennon, 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 myself, Kyra Lennon, and Christine Rains.

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, Kyra, Laurelin, and I will each choose one of our favorites to give out some fantastic ebooks.



Laurelin - FIXED ON YOU

Christine – All six volumes of the 13th Floor series.

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Today I would like to share with you the kissing scene taken from my upcoming Paranormal Romance with fantasy and steam punk elements, HOMECOMING. It's a little over 250 words, though.
He brushed her cheek with his knuckles. Flames licked her skin as his fingertips traced her throat, and when they skated over the dented spot on her nose—a souvenir from her first fight in the Rings four years ago—she wasn’t sure she was breathing anymore. His hand slid lower to unhook her bag from her shoulder, and he tossed it on the closest table, where it landed with a big thud. 

Without warning, he cupped her neck firmly, and his fingers worked out the leather band holding her hair on the nape of her neck. Her  hair tumbled around her shoulders in waves. 

“Much better,” he said, playing with a few strands between his fingers, then leaned down and buried his face against her neck, sniffing long and hard until she felt as if he’d breathed in every trace of her scent into his body. “You still have my scent. Deep in your veins.” His sounded smug, satisfied. 

Thank gods he couldn’t smell Aniek’s venom. Or maybe he was so drunk on the fact his scent was still embedded in her he didn’t notice. He pulled back and pressed his lips to hers. She was hypnotised, her cat purring, and at some point, trilled in joy when his lips left her mouth, kissed her jaw, then licked the vein on her neck, then nipped it with his teeth. When his mouth connected with hers again, there was nothing gentle in the kiss, and heavens help her, she didn’t want to pull away. Cat and woman were for once in synchrony. They wanted him. 

Their mate.