1st Sunday Snippets: 1st Kiss

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Oh my goodness you guys are amazing! Thank you everyone that participated in the giveaway. I wish I could give each of you a set of these books, because I love them so much. I also wish I was a fairy princess with intergalactic travel powers and a closet full of every color of boots, but we won't go there....

Without farther ado, the winner for the Valentine's Giveaway is: Amy  and she said: "I love Lisa Schroeder and I'd love to win her books. I love variety of genres from science fiction to mystery to romance. I love having teenagers and little kids at the same time because I am discovering and enjoying alot of new to me young adult authors as well as children's authors right now as we read together."


Please email me your address at melania (dot) tolan (at) gmail (dot) com and I'll get the books to you ASAP.  IF I DON'T HEAR FROM YOU BY WEDNESDAY I'M GOING TO DRAW ANOTHER WINNER. Thanks again everyone and a special thank you to Lisa Schroeder for being apart of this giveaway. You inspire me, girl.


Okay, so it is 1st Sunday Snippets and since we're on a Valentine's theme I'm going to include the first kiss scene in the fantasy YA novel I'm editing write now through EditPalooza. The scene is between Eva, my heroine, and Ilie, a HOT young Orthodox priest, inside the catacombs of an ancient church. Enjoy.

“It doesn’t matter, we’ll discuss it tonight.” He pats my hand. “Regardless darling, I need to get going. Will you have dinner with me beforehand?”

“It would be my pleasure.” I say. My eyes drift down to those perfectly kissable lips.

“Come back around seven?”

“Yes.” Before I lose my nerve I lean forward and press my mouth to his for a short second. “Thank you for taking care of me last night.”

His face freezes with shock. I know then I have crossed a forbidden line.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” I pull away, but don’t get far.

His hands grasp the sides of my face and his lips crash into mine like a bullet train headed to Bucharest. The heat of his touch is dizzying. Tiny explosions like sparklers spread across my skin. He softens his kiss for a moment and then deepens it. Time seems to stand still. My hands find his chest. I can feel his heart beating like a mighty drum and with each thump waves of energy surge through my body.  

My lips part inviting him in and he doesn’t hesitate. The taste of salt, spice and wine fill my mouth awaking a hunger so profound my muscles twitch with need. And then he pulls away leaving me breathless and wanting more. We stare into each other's eyes in the torch-lit room.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the first day I say you by standing by her grave.” He whispers.

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