Good friend and author, Shehanne Moore, has asked a few of us to discuss the first kisses that our characters have.
We're all over on her blog. Click here to read some really good 'First Kiss' moments.
It's an interesting activity, as isolating that very first touch of the lips reveals a lot about the characters.
Shehanne has kindly allowed me to re-post my segment here:
Why is this story called All Fired Up?
Sparks fly right from the get go. Cindy is a feisty gal, used to defending herself from men having grown up with a brood of teasing brothers. She’s no wilting lily. So being the first female firefighter at Hillwood Station doesn’t faze her at all.
Cindy also has a high libido. She loves men. She loves…sex.
When she spots a hunky, handsome, muscle-bound Adonis peering at her from a glossy Firefighter calendar, she is interested. Very
Footsteps approaching make her look up – into the green eyes of the calendar model! It’s him! Only it also happens to be her new boss – Captain Dave Johnson!
first sizzling kiss between Cindy and Captain
He quickly poured out two shots and handed her one. Her fingers curled around his as he held the glass. She took a step closer, until her face was close to his.
She smelled his aroma, the faded aftershave, that sexy man-smell. The telltale signs of desire fluttered deep inside her. Suddenly, she didn’t want to bother with zumba. She allowed his fingers to slide out from between hers and the glass. Lifting it to her lips, she took a long, slow sip.
“Maybe I could skip class…” Her voice sounded smoky, hot.
His eyes never left hers as he also raised his glass and took a mouthful.
He moved even closer. She caught a whiff of bourbon on his breath.
“Don’t let me get in the way of your exercise regime.”
She reached up and traced her index finger down the side
of his cheek, then across his bottom lip. “Oh, I have no intention of letting you stop me from getting some exercise.” Their lips were only an inch apart. If she put her tongue out, she thought, she would be able to taste that luscious mouth.
He took the glass from her hand and set it aside. Her heart was beating wildly, desire making a misty film of perspiration break out on her forehead. “Well then. We better do some warm-ups.”
Powerful arms enveloped her and she felt his body against
hers. He brushed her lips with his, then kissed her deeply, eagerly. Electricity shot through her as she returned his hungry, lingering kiss, willingly entering the passionate embrace. His tongue was warm, tasting of bourbon and salt, as he probed and met up with hers. He broke away from her mouth and bent his head,
nuzzling her neck, and kissing her skin softly. Moving slowly around to the front, his lips caressed the little hollow at the base of her throat.
“Won’t your zumba group notice you’re missing?” As he spoke, his day-old stubble grazed her neck.
“I don’t care.”
I really can’t say too much. Suffice to say, Captain Dave and Cindy are
compatible in the bedroom department.
Cindy also faces some testing times as the new recruit at the fire station. It’s a hot and dangerous job after all. No – I mean being a fire fighter is a hot and dangerous job. But Cinders, as they call her, is equal to the task. Of fire fighting. And other stuff.
But is it love?
Cindy isn’t in the market for love. At least she didn’t think she was. But this guy – Captain Dave – he’s different. She finds herself thinking about him all the time. Then, during a particularly dangerous fire emergency, she comes to the realization that her feelings for Dave are a lot deeper than she first thought.
Their relationship moves to a new level when a dark past threatens to ruin everything. But even though Dave rushes in to be the hero, he finds that his more than competent rookie is quite capable of looking after herself. The mutual admiration they have for each other on a professional level merges with the hot chemistry they share outside of the fire station.
When it is love, how does Cindy know?
Dave reached over and grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. His strong arms made her feel safe—protected. She never wanted to leave the haven of his arms.
She heard a breath catch in his throat.
“Darling Cindy.” His voice sounded tormented. “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll never let anything like that happen to you again.”
He bent his head and kissed her gently. She felt herself melt into the shelter of his embrace. “I love you, Dave. I don’t want you to ever let me go.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t.” He buried his face in her hair. “I’ve finally found the love of my life.”