Okay, this isn’t easy.
Over the past two months I’ve received writing feedback from two contests and three authors. Good advice, but another heavy reminder that I have a LOOONG way to go in my writing world. Sigh.
Dear me, it can be potent and painful. A much needed lesson – and most of those types of lessons are painful 🙂
So, since I hope to hear from one more author before the week is out, I thought I’d share two kissing scenes from my wips.
This particular scene is a young woman experiencing her first kiss. A secret Protestant during King Henry VIII reign, Julia tries to smuggle scripture from the Tyndal Bibles within her artwork. When she is kidnapped by her father’s enemies, her faith transforms the entire family and awakens her heart, not only to romantic love, but to the joy of being part of a family.
Here is my excerpt from The Tyndal Fire
“You saved my life.” His gaze roamed her face, his eyes tender, inviting her closer. “You risked yours to save mine.”
“Well, one good deed deserves another, don’t you think?” Her voice sounded strange to her ears. Breathless. What did he do to her?
“It was my duty to protect you. I am your guardian while you are here.”
She stiffened. ‘Guardian’ was the last word she would use to define him, so she challenged his words with a lift of her chin. “Duty? It was my honor to rescue you, for you are…” Her tongue faltered on the confession. What was she doing? Her father’s enemy?
Her eyes drifted closed, away from the distraction his gaze had on her mental clarity. He was her captor. The very man who’d kidnapped her weeks ago. How could she possibly wish…
His fingers slid down her cheek, soft and warm, a caress like none she’d ever felt before – and certainly not one of a guardian. She could barely draw in a breath as the warmth from his touch traveled over her face. He was so near, his breath fanned over her chin.
She lifted her eyes to his and -yet again -he was her captor, except in a different way from before. His fingers stopped on her chin and held her still, but she couldn’t have moved should she have wanted to. His transformation was fascinating. Gone was the fearsome, furious warrior, the angry fighter, and in his place came a gentle lover, touching her as if she was a rare treasure. No one had ever looked at her with such love. She wanted to bask in it until it warmed all the barren places in her heart and shadowed all other feeling. And it did.
Her body came alive to his touch, cascades of warmth radiated from his fingertips through the center of her body. The amber glint of firelight inside his dark eyes emulated the fire growing in the depths of her soul. Hotter. Brighter. Nearly suffocating her. Would she be consumed by it?
“I’d like to kiss you, Julia.”
Her gaze locked on his mouth. A kiss? From him? She tried to reply, but her words stuck like cotton in the roof of her mouth. She was stepping onto a ledge, willingly diving into a place from which she could never return.
There was no preparation for this need to be near him, this internal warmth radiating through her as if her very skin was alight with a rosy hue. His face drew so close her vision blurred. She couldn’t move. Could barely think.
His lips felt soft and feather-light and yet, their touch quaked through her until she was consumed and shaking. This was a kiss? How did anyone survive more than one? Her entire soul was aflame.
Geoffrey drew back, his fingers sliding down her neck to her collar bone. He stared at her lips for so long, she felt kissed all over again. “Julia.”
Her hand tightened around his arm of its own accord, her throat working to make sounds into words. “Would you…”
He arched an ebony brow, his gaze darkening.
She swallowed and steadied her voice. “I could do better with a second try.”
A rare glimpse of his full smile rewarded her, followed by his lips.