Danielle B. and Jackie) where participants (click on the picture on the left for a list) are asked to share excerpts from their WIPs (old or new). Day One was devoted to fight scenes, either verbal sparring, physical sparring or a nice wizards' duel (click HERE to read my entry) but today is all about that first kiss.
My excerpt comes from my manuscript, Effigy,
because where else would it have come from? Actually, I do have a few
other WIPs in existence. Some of them even have fight scenes and
kissing scenes and one WIP has some scenes where the two are combined
(think Buffy and Spike in Smashed). But I'm choosing, once again, to feature Effigy.
I hope you won't be disappointed.
This scene features the novel's two main characters, Haleine Coileáin
and Dana (no last name). Haleine is the queen of a country at war.
Dana is the leader of the rebellion seeking to take Haleine's husband
down. They have a chance encounter where there's an immediate
attraction and then, three meetings later, they act upon that
I'm not posting the entire scene. It's much too long so I'm posting the
middle of the scene, the part that leads up to their first kiss, ending
with their first kiss. As always, I hope you enjoy it...
“Why do you always keep your distance?” she asked, feeling grateful for it nonetheless.
“Maybe I’m afraid.”
“What is there to fear?” she asked. “And why should it matter?”
“I’ve never been in love before.”
Her heart stopped. “And are you in love now?”
“I’m afraid so.”
She chanced another look at him. “You say that as though it were a death sentence.”
don’t know what it is,” he said. “The longing, the lust. I wanted to
ignore it and I’ve tried; I just don’t think I can because no matter
what I do, I think of nothing else. God, Haleine, to touch you would be
Her heart soared. Her head told her to move away, to
order him away from her, but she remained seated and silent. She
thought perhaps she agreed. Didn’t she dream of it every night? To
feel his lips on her skin, to be held in his arms? Aye, it would be
“But I am untouchable,” she said, stating that which he had not.
wanted to kiss him. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to know
what he tasted like. She held out her hand, palm up, to him.
“No,” she said. “I am not.”
He backed away. “Don’t, Haleine, please. Don’t offer me your hand like that.”
“I won’t be able to stop.”
hovered near the servants’ entrance. She pushed herself out of the
chair and crossed the room to stand in front of the balcony doors.
talked about fear before, you and I, and it is that which prevents you
from taking what is offered freely. I understand for it is the same
force which drives me to extend to you my hand each time we are
together. And I do not know how it is possible that we have spoken but
thrice before and I feel for you what I do, but I do know the terror of
“It is an awful feeling to sit in a room
full of people, my ladies, the entire court, and know I have not a
friend among them. No one touches me, not even Bronagh if it can be
avoided. But Maddox is a jealous man. Maddox is a possessive man and
every law in this land says he has the right to keep isolated what is
his and there are few who dare to oppose him. It chokes me a little
more each day.
“But you? You make me feel as though for the
first time since I came here I am not fighting to stay alive. I simply
am alive. So understand, if you will, that when you say you dare not
take what is offered for fear that you shall not be able to stop, not
after one chaste kiss, that I have only this to offer in response,” she
said and then paused. “What if I don’t want you to?”
was silent. Tears filled her eyes but she held them back as she turned
around to face him. He stood so close to her, it made her gasp. She
swallowed hard as she looked up at him. He touched her hair.
“You frightened me,” she said. “You move so quietly I did not hear you approach.”
“It has its advantages,” he said, his voice low.
Haleine nodded. “I would think—“
words were cut short by his kiss. The hand that had touched her hair
moved behind her neck. His other arm encircled her waist and pulled her
body against his. The kiss itself was sweet, delicate and inviting.
It surprised and even shocked her. Despite its fragile nature, it was
still overwhelming, this one kiss, even frightening, and she put her
hands on his chest, meaning to push him away only to find herself
betrayed by her body as her hands gripped his tunic and held him as
tightly as he held her.
And that's gonna do it for me today... Big thanks to Danielle and
Jackie for creating and hosting this event. Thank you for letting me
come to the party late. (As if I'd ever come to a party any other way)
Until next time...