First Fight/First Kiss Blogfest Begins Today

Day one of the two day event has begun! First Fight/First Kiss Blogfast starts now!

Share your 1^st FIGHT and 1^st KISS scenes in your MS’s or WIP’s. Crack open your current project or dive back into an old one. We want to feel what your characters feel. From the sting of their first fist-to-the-face to the tingling taste of their first kiss.

If you’re not a writer, please share with us your real life firsts. We want to read and experience them all!

The First Fight/First Kiss blogfest will go as such: 

• Post 1 will be on TODAY, June 12 - Share with us your 1st FIGHT scene on your blog. It can be physical or verbal, fists or magic. Whichever you want to share.
• Post 2 will be on Thursday, June 14 - Share with us your 1st KISS scene on your blog. It can be a peck on the cheek or a full fledge kissing session. Whatever you would like to tell us.
• Prizes? Absolutely! Jackie and I will each pick our favorite scene from each day. That’s 4 prizes total, folks. What are the fabulous gifts for the winners? $10 email-giftcards to Amazon or Barnes & Noble so you can choose that book you’ve been wanting or download it to your Kindle or Nook.

 The FIGHT excerpt is from an old WIP I wrote years ago. It's the classic tale of Angel's vs. Demon's. No love triangles. The angel doesn't fall for the human girl. In fact, the angel hasn't fallen at all. But when Lathem is asked to become his sisters Guardian Angel, all Hell breaks loose. Literally. Below will see what happens when Naamah, a demon, attempts to help Lathem retrieve his sister from the nine realms of Hell. Her brothers - Esau, Cain, and Solomon, are sent to stop them.

Remember, it's an old WIP so it needs retweeked! ENJOY!

“Get behind me!” Unfurling his wings, Lathem drops me to the pavement below.

             Searching my breastplate, I locate a dagger. I struggle, my fingers slipping off the hilt of each blade with beading sweat.

             A crack echoes off the sides of buildings. Lathem stands above me whipping his knout over my head. Spikes gleam from the ends of the cat-o-nine’s cords as they whistle through the air.

            The churning of my gut still my feet. I know those spikes all too well, the ones like fishhooks. They go in the skin like butter but once inside, they balloon and catch for maximum damage.

A scream rings out which causes my focus to flow from my sickness to sound. Brother, Esau, stands motionless as a slow blackness courses through his veins. It can only be Holy Water. The streaks stand out against his newborn-pink skin. I feel for him but can no longer protect.

Lathem takes off running, leaps from the street, into the air and up the side of a building. The “whomp whomp” of wings help lift him as he runs lengthways across the windows, yanking the cat-o-nines from around Esau’s neck. His eyes beckon for me to help but I can’t. I won’t.

Lashing out again, the knout grazes Cain’s mouth, sending bits of flesh and fangs along with it. His skin bubbles and seethes. His eyes grow black with anger and fury. Blackness spreads. Cain’s face seems to disappear as his veins pulsate, filling with Holy Water. His hand holds tightly to the whip.

 My fingers still rest on the hilt of my blades. I was pathetic, couldn’t even release my blade from my strap and My Angel had slashed two of my brothers. Even though the Holy Water would not kill them, its power will warn them that Lathem isn’t the pushover newbie they think he is.

The last is mine. I circle around the backside of Solomon while his attention raves on the Angel. Lathem’s face lights up as he realizes my plan. The sound of the crackling whip sends a rush of needles up my spine. The talons chime and clatter on the street.

Solomon doesn’t even jump. “You’re mine Fledgling!” He howls.

Firmly planting my feet, I fearlessly fill my lungs with air. My fingers dance upon the hilt of a dagger. I had to do it. I had to kill my brother.

I know that if I run, Solomon would feel my movement through the air like ripples in water. My eyes dance on Lathem’s. We stare at each other, breathe catches in my lungs. Slowly my arm raises above my head, pulling a dagger from its sheath, mimicking Solomon. A scream arches from my lips leaving my insides hollow.

The dagger flies from hand, flipping over and over again slicing the air. Before I can take it back, my body vibrates with pain. I know that once the blade reaches him, he will most certainly die. Once demon blood is spilled by a Dark Dagger, it won’t maim them. It kills.

                Esau and Cain howls in pain, letting me know that I have succeeded. Triplets, of course, they were made from the same threads. Cain’s dark eyes pierce me, “This is not the end Naamah. You will pay!” I have no doubt the threat is not an empty one.

The earth underneath opens, swallowing them whole. All that is left of their presence is pain and death. Solomon’s body bursts into flames, his ashes melting into the ground below, leaving my dagger behind.

“Are you ok?” Lathem asks. Angels and Demon’s didn’t see the world the way humans did. Our vision dulled to view the sights from the beyond. I can see the here and now by it was transparent like looking through a mesh screen. Two worlds played in my vision at once. And just like before, the Earth Plain carries on without the knowledge of ever knowing what has transpired.