- Share your 1st FIGHT and 1st 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.
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- Post 1 will be on Tuesday, 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.
So, it's first kiss time. I have to be hones;, I've only written two and a half chapters of this book so far, so there aren't any kisses in it yet. But this is how I imagine the first kiss to go. I apologize for how rough it is.
A bit of context: Bex and Grey are two members of an undercover team sent to infiltrate the Wilkes cartel. Grey is the cartel leader, and Bex is his arm candy. As they get closer to the cartel, Sebastian Wilkes (the oldest of three sons) invites them to a party for his daughter's confirmation, which is where they are now.
"Come here," Grey murmured a few hours later, pulling Bex away from Sebastian's mistress mid-conversation.
"What?" she snapped. "I was just talking to her about—"
"Yeah, I know. This is more important." He dragged her to an alcove in the hallway between the parlor and the dining area.
Bex kept quiet, waiting for Grey to say something. But he didn't need to. She heard Sebastian's voice, far angrier than she'd thought him capable. "—less than fifteen minutes! How could we not have known about a fucking raid?"
"You'll watch your tone with me, boy."
Bex's breath caught in her throat, and she looked up at Grey, whose blue eyes were shining with the same exhilaration she was feeling.
Morton Wilkes. Cartel Patriarch.
"I thought he never left Montana," Bex whispered, her voice barely a breath so as not to attract their attention.
"I guess sometimes he does."
He was still looking at her with those eyes, and she started to realize just how close they were standing. Her stomach flipped, and she frowned. Now was not the time for this. Morton Wilkes was in this house. In the next room. And she was a professional.
Still, even a professional could acknowledge that Grey smelled good. And that he cleaned up really, really nicely.
They both jumped when something crashed in the parlor, and Sebastian pounded out of the dining area. "Shit," Grey muttered. "Shit shit shit."
They had only a second before he passed right by their hiding place, which would become startlingly less discrete when he did. "I saw this on an episode of Castle once," she muttered, sparing a half-second to wink at Grey before she shoved him back against the wall and kissed him.
Grey's hands slid down to her waist, creating a little trail of shocks along her sides. She gasped through her nose, opening her mouth to him, deepening the kiss, curling one hand in his hair and fisting his suit jacket with the other. He pressed closer, shifting so his leg was between hers and her body was flush against him. She moaned.
Hearing Benson Wilkes' voice made Grey jerk away and knock his head against the wall. Bex jumped back too.
"Benson," Grey said, rubbing his chin and definitely not meeting her eyes. "Lovely party."
Benson grinned lecherously, and Bex had to work to slip her "silly bimbo" persona back into place lest she slug him. "It is indeed," Benson said.