Remember your first kiss? I do. It was in a coat closet at school in the third grade. I didn’t even know it was coming until a second before it happened. Shawn and I were the only two kids left after coming in from recess. He said, “I’m going to kiss you” and he did. A big, wet, sloppy eight-year-old kiss. Shocked the you-know-what out of me.
Most women have a similar story. Their first kiss was not the stuff of romance YA novels. Or adult romance novels. No, for most of us, our first kiss was…icky, surprising in a not-so-good way, or lacked the heavenly bliss we thought it should hold.
But what about your first kiss with your current spouse, partner, boyfriend? Do you remember that first kiss?
Oh, yeah, I remember that one too. We went out for pizza and a movie with friends and at the end of the night, well…let’s just say it was unforgettable. I’d known him since elementary school but never imagined he could kiss like that. (He was a first-chair trumpet player at State in high school…very strong, flexible lips, let me tell you!) That was nearly thirty years ago and the memory still curls my toes.
That’s the type of visceral reaction I want readers to experience in my romance novels the first time my hero and heroine kiss. Heck, even before they kiss! Sparks should fly at the first meeting. When they’re apart, just thinking about the other person should make their pulses speed up. When they’re together, they want to touch each other, learn everything about the other person, get lost in the heat and passion that new love brings. And that first kiss? It better curl the reader’s toes as well as the heroine’s.
The first story of the Witches Anonymous series starts with Amy and Lucifer in the middle of a breakup. They’ve already been together for seven years. After that story came out, readers kept asking how did Lucifer and Amy meet? They wanted to read about the first meet, the first kiss, the first, ahem, wicked encounter between the devil and his right-hand witch.
So I wrote a prequel because I wanted to know too. The Devil and Venus di Milo tells the story of how Lucifer and Amy met in Paris on Valentine’s Day. I wrote it for a promotional giveaway by Samhain (the publisher of the Witches Anonymous story), and had to keep it short because of a strict word count, but in those couple thousand words, I tried to make those *firsts* surprising and toe-curl worthy.
So on Valentine’s Day this year, I hope you have a fantastic memory of a first kiss, be it one that curled your toes or now makes you laugh or blush in embarrassment, and that even though you may have been with your current partner for many, many years, you’ll give him a kiss for Valentine’s Day that makes him remember the first time he met you when sparks flew and the two of you couldn’t get enough of each other.
And if you’re interested in finding out how Lucifer and Amy met in front of the statue of Venus di Milo (or you’d like to read any of their other adventures) leave a comment below. One winner (United States only, please) will receive their choice of my Witches Anonymous stories and a book of Kiss Me Coupons just in time for Valentine’s Day.