The First Kiss by Karen Booth
When editing a manuscript the other day, I realized how much I love to write the first kiss. Everything is new and exciting, the person initiating simply reaches the point where they can’t stand it anymore. It doesn’t matter if you’re cooking dinner or doing laundry or standing in line for the movies. When the attraction is undeniable, it’s going to happen, regardless of the location or circumstances. For a writer, it’s a land of opportunity—put two characters together, let things simmer, see who breaks down first. So fun.
In Long-Distance Lovers, Tim and Jenna have their first kiss during a meal while having a playful argument. I won’t give any more details—that would spoil it! Let’s just say that it’s most definitely a case of things boiling over. The wait is simply too much for either of them to take.
Where was your most memorable first kiss? Mine was with my husband, in a bathroom, and we were very rudely interrupted by my roommate. Still, it was a kiss I’ll never forget. So, share your story or stop by my co-author, Karen Stivali’s blog post yesterday and leave a comment for her question. Either way, you’ll be entered to win a copy of Long-Distance Lovers, our erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave.
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Karen Booth is a Midwestern girl transplanted in the South, raised on 80s music, Judy Blume, and the films of John Hughes. Her lifelong preoccupation with Rock ‘n’ Roll led her to spend her twenties working her way from intern to executive in the music industry. Much of her writing revolves around the world of backstage passes and band dynamics.
Marika Weber says
For me it was when I first kissed my now hubby. I knew at that moment that I would marry him. Sappy but true.
Congratulations on the release!
Marika
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Karen B says
Not sappy, it’s sweet!
Karen B says
Marika,
After using a random number generator and pulling from the other guest post, you are our winner. I have just sent you an email. Congratulations!
Shannon says
I love first kisses. I love the building up to the kiss – just as you described. Mine was at 16 with a boyfriend who was so incredibly sweet and stopped himself to ask permission. Loved it!
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Karen B says
I love that he asked permission at 16 years old–it’s like something out of a movie. 🙂