by Elva Cobb Martin
The first kiss between my hero and heroine is a vital scene in a romance novel. I work on this scene diligently, refining, adding the five senses, and other details to make the scene come alive.
The follow up, reaction/response, scenes to the kiss from the POV of both hero and heroine are also important in a romance.
Here's an excerpt of the first kiss from my current wip, Marisol. It takes place in Chapter 10 --but remember we've had at least two "almost" kisses before this to show the mutual attraction of the h/h.
We pick up the story after Marisol has danced the flamenco with an Andalusian stallion accompanying her. She has unfortunately attracted the powerful Viceroy of Grenada who thinks she danced it for him. In reality she danced it for the hero, Ethan.
Ethan caught up with her at the stairs as
she started up. “Marisol, wait I want to talk to you.”
She didn’t look back but nodded and he
followed up two more flights to a secluded landing near the chapel. When they
were alone and no sound of the dance below reached their ears, she turned to
face him. Shock rolled over him to see tears overflowing her lovely eyes. She
lowered her head from his intense stare.
“What is wrong?” He took her by the
shoulders and forced her to look up. “Did that man, that viceroy or whatever he
was, say or do something untoward to you?” Heat flushed through him at the
thought.
***
Through her tears she couldn’t control, Marisol
looked at Captain Ethan Beckett, currently Father Garcia in his brown robe that
hardly hid his muscular form or camouflaged his strong tanned hands now gripping
her. His manly scent laced with spice enveloped her. She blinked, but still the salty flow gushed out. She couldn’t speak, at
least not what her heart wanted to admit—that the Flamenco dance was done for
him, with only him in her heart, and that she hated he was not her partner on
the dance floor moments earlier. But it had gone awry. The Viceroy of Granada,
a man her aunt had told her was the most powerful man on the Spanish Main, had
somehow thought her flamboyant dance was especially for him. She had attracted
a man she never dreamed of attracting, and she had no idea how to deal with the
situation. Worst of all, he reminded her of Diego Vargas.
Finally, she found her voice, though hoarse.
“No, he didn’t do anything…to me.” She looked into Ethan’s intense gray eyes,
filled with compassion for her—was it compassion or something else?
A sudden desire possessed her to speak
the truth to this man she so admired and respected. “I did the Flamenco for
you, Ethan, only you, not this, this viceroy, who seems to think I danced for
him.” Had she spoken the words or only thought them?
Something like a light came on in his
gray eyes. He drew her to him and raised her chin with his thumb. He perused
her face, setting her heart afire. When he kissed away the tears, she began to
tremble. Slowly, like a sleepwalker, he bent and touched her lips with his own.
Her eyes closed of their own accord. The next instant he crushed her to him and
his lips possessed hers with desire and urgency. Never had she known such a
kiss. Fireworks exploded in her mind and body. Just as suddenly he pulled away
from her and held her at arm’s length. Had he not gripped her shoulders
tightly, her knees would have folded. He spoke one word.
“Marisol.” He started to release her but
caught her before she fell. “I should not have done that. I would never take
advantage of you. Will you forgive me?”
Her whispered words surprised him.
“I don’t
regret it.”
“You don’t?” Now a smile tugged at the
corners of his thin lips that had so recently set hers aflame.
She leaned against the wall, took a deep
breath and dared to look into his grey eyes,
smoldering in intensity. “Do you?”
A grin lit up his tanned face, parted his
beard and revealed even white teeth. “Well, I daresay there’s not another
priest on the Spanish Main who would be here, not only not regretting it, but wishing to
do it again.” He reached for her.
She laughed and pushed him away. “I must
go check on Samuel.”Thank God for simple tasks that could suspend the crackling
tension between them. She started to move around him. He encircled her again in
his arms and leaned to whisper in her ear. “I will not forget this, or you,
Marisol. One day…” He hesitated and drew in a ragged breath. “But for now we
must be very careful that no hint of what has happened here today is revealed
on our faces or by our words.” He lifted her chin. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She saw his eyes move to her lips,
and she ducked under his arm and started back down the stairs. She held onto
the railing, not yet trusting her legs to hold her. His whispered goodbye
followed her.
***
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Blessings,
Elva
Elva Cobb Martin is vice-president of the South Carolina Chapter of American Christian Fiction Writers. She is a former school teacher and a graduate of Anderson University and Erskine College. She has two inspirational novels published with Lighthouse Publishers of the Carolinas. Summer of Deception, a contemporary romantic suspense, and an historical romance, In a Pirate’s Debt. Both have spent time on Amazon’s 100 Best Sellers List for Women’s Religious Fiction. She has indie published a Bible study on Amazon, Power Over Satan, on the believer's authority in Christ. Decision, Charisma, and Home Life have carried Elva's articles. Jim Hart of Hartline Literary represents her. She and her husband Dwayne are semi-retired ministers. A mother and grandmother, Elva lives in South Carolina. Connect with her on her web site http://www.elvamartin.com,on Twitter www.twitter.com/ElvaCobbMartin; Facebook http://www.facebook.com/elvacobbmartin; and Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/elvacobbmartin
