First Fight/First Kiss Day 2 - The Kiss

Day two - The Kiss!

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 2 will be on Today, 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.

Okay... so some might be wondering what took me so dang long. Well my son is sick and I was in such a hurry this morning and left my memory stick at home with the kiss I wanted to share. So on a whim I wrote the follow excerpt. There will be all kinds of crap wrong with it cause I was in a hurry but hopefully you guys like it. I actually like this scene and want to use it so if you guys see errors or have suggestions to make it better. Go ahead and let me know. My feelings will NOT be hurt. Thanks!

“How’d you do that?” Lathem asks.

“I’m a demon Lathem,” I croon, “nothing about me is ever what it seems. I can shift and change into whatever your heart desires.” Why am I saying these things? What’s the matter with me? As I walk, my body shifts from my form, to the form of the girl he loved while still alive.

“Naamah stop!” He shouts. “You – you don’t know what you’re doing.” The ripples of his body falls stoic.

Damn it! Control yourself! My mind and muscles struggle against each other. I can’t do this to him but with every step closer, my body craves his. I ache for his forbidden touch.

The air in my lungs is deeper now, more fulfilling and the fear on his face reminds me I’m a demon.

“You can’t do this.” He takes a step back. “You know you can’t do this.” His pleading eyes fill with tears but they never falter over my naked body. “You are not yourself.” Another step. “You will kill us both.”

“I can’t help it,” I plea. “Something’s wrong. I think he’s done something.”

“Your father? Why would he want to kill you like this?”

I can’t respond. The desire to have him is too much. Fight it! Fight it! His warm breath heats my face as it sends chills up my arms.

Vibrations of my body make him shutter. “Naamah,” he whispers like a gentle breeze.

The menthol feeling of Angel Ash feasts on my body as his hands caress my bare sides turning my dark skin an angelic white. “I thought you didn’t want to do this.”

“I’m don't. I’m ending it. Us.” The tender kiss of his lips skims my neck, making my knees buckle sending me falling into his arms.

With a slight movement of his wings, the armor plates disappear, exposing his naked feathers. “Stop you can’t-”

“I will!” The taste of his tongue in my mouth burns as million little particles of Ash fills me from the inside out. “Whomp, whomp” his wings move the air pulling us up. Flying is the strangest sensation.


“I can’t breathe,” I mutter.

“Me. Either.” His breathing catches.

“Your face!” Like before, the blackness from me seeps into him. His eyes grow darker with every passing moment we continue to touch. “Lathem, your wings!” The darkness kisses each wing, killing it. They fall away, one by one. Irreplaceable.

Wings squeeze, killing us slowly. Lips press, spreading our sickness. Bodies grind, releasing our pleasures. And in the last few moments of my already dead life, I feel all the emotions of an Earth Walker.

Before we reach our climax, we begin to free-fall. Death rushes us.