What
Makes a First Kiss?
For
me, it’s the lead up to the moment. All the emotional, physical, and
surrounding elements that play into the first kiss can be as exciting as the
actually kiss. The buildup creates something magical, a special moment between
two or more people that transcends reality. All right, maybe that’s just me.
But there I love a good first kiss.
When
I think of perfect kiss I think Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett or Mr. Thornton
and Margaret Hale. It’s perfect and can’t be topped by anything.
In
romance novels the first kiss can sometimes come before the happily ever after
and the ‘I love you’, but whenever it happens it changes things. So I’m sharing
an exclusive excerpt today with my first kiss from the upcoming Raven Pirate
Assassin Spy.
For
readers: what is your favorite first kiss from a book or movies? Do you
remember your first kiss?
Once Upon A Time…
Sorella Corvino lost her brother to The Cursed years ago. Sorella is so determined to find him, she’ll make any deal, rescue the outcasts and those like him, and risk flying into any port to rescue him. When her latest pirate efforts partner her with a bounty hunter who’s too charming, sexy, and handsome for his own good, she knows she’s in trouble.
Sorella Corvino lost her brother to The Cursed years ago. Sorella is so determined to find him, she’ll make any deal, rescue the outcasts and those like him, and risk flying into any port to rescue him. When her latest pirate efforts partner her with a bounty hunter who’s too charming, sexy, and handsome for his own good, she knows she’s in trouble.
Ian Marshall no longer believes in fairy tales…
Disowned and a marked criminal in the United States, this merchant turned bounty hunter, is one bounty away from freedom; and freedom’s price is handing over one person to the most cutthroat gang in the world, The Cursed. Yet, he can’t get to them without Sorella’s help. Too bad she’s gorgeous, aggravating, and a little trigger happy.
Disowned and a marked criminal in the United States, this merchant turned bounty hunter, is one bounty away from freedom; and freedom’s price is handing over one person to the most cutthroat gang in the world, The Cursed. Yet, he can’t get to them without Sorella’s help. Too bad she’s gorgeous, aggravating, and a little trigger happy.
As the attraction mounts, the danger grows and the pair find themselves invading a skin trader den, the ballrooms of dictator-ruled Germany, and fighting battles in the sky in the hopes of getting everything they want. Only thing they didn’t plan on… falling in love.
“I
already paid off the police, at least for the moment. Until your cousin offers
them more.” The words rolled off her tongue matter-of-factly as if this sort of
situation occurred every day. His pants tightened at her words. A woman who
feared nothing, who didn’t believe in danger.
“Very
generous of you.”
“Hmm?”
She stopped playing with her balisong knife and looked at him.
He
came toward her, arms open, expecting her to move away from the door and put
distance between them. She didn’t. “You protected me at your own expense.”
“I
thought you might take my generosity as replacement for me losing the bet.”
Less
than six inches separated their bodies. The pulse point at her neck fluttered,
her breath shallow. Her knife stilled in her hand, closed, but ready to deploy.
She waited for him to make a move.
The
distinct possibility existed he’d be dead in the next minute, but her lips were
deep red, like cherries he’d eaten in late summer. To leave them untouched
would be a crime. “You thought wrong.”
He
leaned in. She gasped, and then he kissed her.
***
She’d
been kissed before, but it had merely been her parents’ chaste touches to her
cheeks or forehead, and, once, her fiancé had brushed her lips with his.
Otherwise, she had remained untouched until now. As he touched the tip of his
tongue to her closed mouth, a sinful sensation swamped her body. Gooseflesh
broke out underneath her clothes, and little hairs stood up on the back of her
neck.
Sorella
grabbed the lapels of his coat and opened her mouth. Something carnal took
over, an instinct to engage his tongue in some primitive dance. If this was
considered uncivilized, she’d gladly abandon society and all its norms.
As
fast as the moment began, it ended, and Ian pulled back a few inches. “You
taste amazing.”
He
did, too; like peppermint, and…. “You taste familiar.” Not as if she’d tasted
him before, but somehow the aromatic tang of his mouth and the scent of his
breath on an exhale resonated within her. She’d bottle it if she knew how.
“Kiss me again.”
“As
my captain commands.”
Landra
Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for
stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written
word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her
family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving
everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.
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Great excerpt! You've created such an interesting first kiss. I still remember my first kiss with my husband. I was dreamy for days afterwards.
ReplyDeleteMe too! My first kiss with my husband is seared into my memory banks as the best first kiss. I don't remember any others.
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