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Towel Please!

While writing a scene for the second book in the Magestic Dreams Trilogy, I had to dig deep into my past and remember what it was like to get that first kiss.  I’m not talking about the first kiss you took on a dare with the boy you grew up with because you were so damn competitive you had to beat him in every game of kickball, tag, and… Oh wait! That was me.  No, I’m talking about that first kiss in all its awkward glory with the boy you’d been crushing on for weeks, maybe even months. And when you found yourself alone with him, you shoved a big wad of gum in your mouth just moments before so his tongue didn’t have room to move around. Or was that just me, too?

We’ve all written or read about the perfect first kiss, on a starry night, by the light of the moon, and just before the rain falls. My first kiss was nothing like that, though I dreamed it would be. To be honest, it was hardly memorable, except for the part where my bubble gum got all strung up in his braces. You thought I was kidding?  What kiss I do remember is the one that prompted me to write a list of all the qualities I would look for in a boyfriend. The top of the list: A good kisser.

Let me paint a picture for you. Small town, small breasts, and zero prospects. Enter the new boy from an exotic far away location. Okay, it was California but that was exotic enough for me. He was tall, super good-looking, and he made the football team as the star quarterback on the very first day of school. Cliché I know, but it’s the honest truth. He was a nice guy but he was way out of my league. I don’t know where all the growth hormones were in my chicken, but I was one of the last girls in my class to bud out. So, I admired him from afar.

Three years later (I told you I was a late bloomer), rumors began to surface that this boy had a crush on me. I had long since given up on him but now, my interest was renewed. I have to explain something here before I proceed. I lived in a small, middle of the country kind of town, where there was nothing for teenagers to do on a Saturday night but drive up and down the main street (the drag) and meet up with friends in parking lots and the Sonic Drive-In which was the turnaround spot. We called it “doing the drag.”

One night, I was on the drag with my older sister and her friends in the parking lot of Slick’s Drive-In (a hamburger joint that was closed for the night). Hunky football crush was there, too. When my Mom was spotted passing by, thirty minutes before my curfew was up, my older sister suggested I run and hide. She also suggested my crush go with me so I wouldn’t be alone, in the dark, behind a sketch building… (Yeah, I’m throwing her under the bus right now.) Knowing my mom would insist I just ride home with her and not wanting to end my night before I had a chance to talk to the hunky football crush, I ran behind the building.

This is the good part, straight out of a horror romance novel.  With my back pressed against the wall, he leaned into me so we didn’t cast shadows on the ground. We stood quietly for several minutes, just staring at each other and listening to the voices out front.

“I think you’re safe, now,” he whispered as he took a step back. He held my hands and peeled me from the wall.

With trembling legs and a pounding heart, I braced myself for the inevitable kiss. I’m not sure if music was playing in the background or if it was just playing in my head, but Endless Love was the song I remember. It was a beautiful summer night and yes, the sky was starry. A gentle breeze was blowing my hair into my face and he brushed his hand across my cheek, grabbing a stray strand and tucking it behind my ear. The moment was right, everything was perfect. His head tilted, his lips parted, and I took in a deep breath right before his lips found mine.

And thank God I did! Little did I know that would be the last breath I would get to take for a while.

The music abruptly stopped, like a needle screeching across a record as it spins on a turntable. Time stood still as I endured the longest, wettest, sloppiest kiss I have ever known. The awkward moments came later, when I couldn’t find a polite way to wipe the slobber off my face.

I needed a breath mint and a towel.

So, I ask you: What’s wrong with the well written, totally unrealistic, passionate first kiss? Did all those romantic movies and novels  influence me to set my expectations too high? Do you have a story you’d like to share? I’d love to know I’m not alone.

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CAUTION: Hungry Book Addict!

I am excited to announce a new segment on my blog starting next Thursday. My daughter, Savannah, and I have reached an agreement. I will continue to feed and clothe her…uh, I mean I will continue to buy her books to feed her insatiable appetite for reading and she has agreed to write a review once a week.  Fair warning, she doesn’t always read mainstream fiction and rarely spends more than 2.99 on a kindle book. (Though I have a feeling the price may have gone up with this agreement.) Don’t get me wrong, she doesn’t like to read “junk” but once she begins a book, she is committed to finish. So, fair warning #2, we will get a little bit of the good, the bad, and the ugly.

With that being said, I think this would be a good time to tell you a few things about her. Savannah is 15 years old and will be starting her junior year of high school in the fall. She is in no hurry to drive but she loves classic muscle cars like Mustangs and GTO’s. She spends a lot of time trying to convince Mom and Dad that she would look really good in a Hundai Veloster but has resided herself to the fact that the 1997 Rav 4 her brother has been driving will be her first car. She is Team Edward but thinks Jacob is hot. And though she still likes the Twilight Saga, the posters in her bedroom have been replaced by Justin Bieber.

She loves chocolate covered strawberries, dark chocolate, and her new fave is chocolate covered raisins. (Chocolate being the key ingredient.) Soccer has been her chosen sport and she has been playing since the age of 5 but never had the desire to join a competitive team. Savannah is an incredible sketch artist and a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to drawing eyes. Her new-found hobby is creating life-like baby dolls that when done by a professional, sells for $350 or more. She likes hanging out with her friends, listening to music, watching movies, and reading books.

So, how does this make Savannah a good book reviewer? I write YA fiction, she reads YA fiction, and she is well…a young adult.  She has more than 200 books on her kindle and yes, she has read every one of them. She discovered Twilight, Hunger Games, and Vampire Diaries (just to name a few) before they were BIG and she is not afraid to take a chance on a new author. Her usual genre is Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Dystopian, Paranormal, and Romance novels and the longer, the better. She doesn’t like to read books with excessive cursing, teen sex (though some romance or love interest is a must), or clique books. Happy endings are okay but the protagonist (main character) needs to be in peril for more than a page or two.

If these are the kinds of books you or your teen likes to read, please join us on Thursday’s for CAUTION: Hungry Book Addict!

Happy Reading!

Fun Photo shoot pictures!

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