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Indie-Kissing Blogfest and Giveaway

on February 13, 2013

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Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m participating in the INDIE-Kissin Blogfest! And I’m giving away one signed PRINT copy of YA romance, WEAVING MAGIC.

I’m also doing a book signing of WEAVING MAGIC at Uppercase Bookshop in Snohomish, Washington at 3 p.m. today. So, if you’re local to the area, I’d love to meet you!

The INDIE-Kissing Blogfest is all about Kissing! So, let’s talk about kissing in my young adult novel, WEAVING MAGIC..

Weaving Magic - Front cover 72 dpi

STORY BLURB: He loves magic. She loves romance. But the biggest illusion is the one Shantel and Christopher perform together.  Sixteen- year- old Christopher fights to stay sober while fifteen-year-old Shantel struggles in the aftermath of her mother’s death and seeks refuge in a fantasy world. But the unacknowledged roots of their problems refuse to stay buried and soon, the two are headed toward a deadly magic trick. Can Shantel and Christopher move beyond magical illusions to find love?

WEAVING MAGIC is available in print and all ebook formats. Find out more here.

Now about that kissing….in WEAVING MAGIC, main character, Shantel struggles with “how far is too far” with Christopher.  She believes him to be more experienced than her and this belief creates part of her inner conflict. The following is the first kiss scene. Christopher has just stopped by to return Shantel’s bracelet which she left in his truck. Shantel’s loom broke and he offers to take a look.

 “Gotcha, Superstar,” Christopher said as he stood up beside me. He wrapped his arms around me the way he’d done in the bakery.
“Umpfh.” Seemed the only word I could manage.
“Shantel,” Christopher murmured.
“Mmmm.” I enjoyed the way my name sounded on his lips.
Slowly, he began to rub small circles on my back before he reached up, and cupped my chin. Lifting my face, Christopher lowered his mouth to mine and time seemed to stop. Softly at first, we moved our lips, and then, hesitantly, I parted my mine just a bit. Christopher’s tongue quickly moved inside my mouth and swirled gently. Christopher pressed his hands against my lower back and drew me closer to him.
Thinking fast about what the romance heroines did, I moved my fingers softly into his hair. The kiss deepened, and Christopher’s hands moved slowly down my sides, and then up under my shirt. I knew I should tell him to stop. We were alone in my bedroom. Dad could come home at any minute. But a part of me didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted to see what happened.
Christopher’s fingers played with the edges of my bra. “Want to take it off?” he murmured.
In a bit of a haze, I stepped away from Christopher. I lowered my hands to the edges of my t-shirt and then froze. What was I doing?  Everything was moving so fast. So fast, I could barely think. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw myself in the mirror. My face was flushed. My shirt was askew, and I looked like I was terrified.
This wasn’t how I was supposed to look. I was supposed to look like I was enjoying it. I looked like a fright show was happening.
I stepped away from Christopher and straightened my shirt. I combed my fingers through my hair and ran my tongue over my lips. But, I couldn’t look at him. I was so confused. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted to see what it would be like to be with him. But it all seemed so out of control. And out of control was scary. When people got out of control, bad things happened. “Maybe later?” I muttered.
“Okay.” Christopher adjusted his shirt. Without looking at me he said, “I should probably get going.”
“Sure,” I mumbled. My stomach cramped. Why did he want to leave now? We could have hung out like Drew and I. We could have talked about physics. But he wanted to leave. Did that mean I just blew my chance with him? Why didn’t I let it go just a bit further? I was sure Christopher thought I was a baby for stopping. I was fifteen. Old enough not to get freaked out by a little kiss in my bedroom. I wanted to rush over to him, throw off my shirt, and tell him I’d made a mistake. Instead, I followed Christopher down the stairs and attempted to breathe.
Okay…it’s time for the giveaway.….leave me a comment below and tell me in one sentence...”Your first kiss…awful, amazing, or somewhere in between.” Be sure to leave me your email address! The winner will be selected randomly on February 18 and will win one SIGNED PRINT copy of WEAVING MAGIC!
And after you leave a comment on this blog be sure to visit the other blogs on the hops. There are prizes on each blog. You can find all the blogs on the hop here.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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17 responses to “Indie-Kissing Blogfest and Giveaway

  1. Cait says:

    Great kissing scene, Mindy. My first kiss was pire awful, the way I was kissed was like he was eating an apple. Urgh. I;ve never gone off a person so quickly in all my life!

  2. Lydia Sharp says:

    Love this! My first kiss was a combination of awful and amazing, haha.

  3. Fida Islaih says:

    I love the emotion in this, thanks for sharing!

  4. Great tension here!

    My first kiss was a sweet experience, a pleasant surprise.

  5. Great! My first kiss was behind a huge oak tree. The boy was a foot shorter than me, and had curly brown hair. His name was Thaddeus…

  6. magan says:

    My first kiss was in the line to recess in first grade. My first “real* kiss was from some guy in a band when I was a freshman in high school. I believe I even took the rubberbands out of my mouth that were supposed to correct my underbite for the horrible kiss. What a hot story.

  7. Shana Norris says:

    Great scene! I love the tension and uncertainty here.

    My first kiss was awful-funny. Weird, awkward, and embarrassing!

  8. mark a. says:

    nice excerpt. sounds like a cute book!

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