Sunday Snog!

So who doesn't love a good snog? For those of you unfamiliar with the term I'm not being rude it simply means a kiss and I love kisses. Because I love them so much I set up a Sunday tradition, a regular spot on my blog dedicated to kisses. It's called, yes, you've guessed it, the Sunday Snog.

Every week I post up a tasty teaser from one of my books containing a sensual snog and then authors join in by adding their own kisses to the list at the end of my post. We get in a good number of different kisses each week and believe me, it's a very fun way to while away some time on a Sunday afternoon! This weeks Snog is chocolate covered and very, very hot indeed. Come on over and check it out!

Roses, Kisses and Happy-Ever-After

Well Friends, this will be my last post for the weekend. I hope you've enjoyed my previous ones and hope to see you ALL again in the future!

Since this is a Valentine's Day Kickoff and we're discussing romance...let me share with you a funny story about roses, kisses and happy-ever-after.

Recently I went dancing with a couple of friends and met a wonderful gentleman. As the night was drawing to a close, he said... "You're the romance writer, how is this happily ever after? The night is almost over."

My response, "Happily ever after takes a long time."

We laughed and then he told me to pick a rose from the gentleman walking around in the club selling them.

I picked a WHITE one.

Of course, he questioned as to why and I explained the meaning of the colors and said, "I'm not ready for red roses" (by that point in the evening he knew I was widowed).

The next time we saw each other - again out dancing - he bought me a yellow rose and asked what it meant. I reminded him that yellow was for friendship - which was perfect at this point in our relationship. His comment....

"When can I buy you red roses?"

I didn't answer that question.

Am I ready for romance, kisses and happy-ever-after?

Yes, in God's time and very possibly with this wonderful, Gentleman.

But let me tell you friends.....love is giddy...it's thrilling...it's terrifying....Love is sheer madness!

Winter Madness

© 2008

Publisher: White Rose Publishing

ISBN #: n/a – short story

http://www.whiterosepublishing.com/Winter-Madness

Pamela S Thibodeaux

"Inspirational with an Edge!" (tm)

http://pamelathibodeaux.com/

http://pamswildroseblog.blogspot.com/

Rocks instead of Kisses?

When is a rock better than roses or kisses?

No, I'm not talking diamonds...I'm talking a plain, old run-of-the-mill rock!

When my husband and I were dating we went for a walk along the railroad tracks by my parent's house one day and he picked up a rock then handed it to me with the following words.....

My love is like this rock; it's strong and solid, it'll never change, it'll last forever and there's not another one like it in the world.

In that moment I wouldn't have traded that piece of hardened earth for a million roses or a lifetime of kisses!

My husband passed away August 18th 2009 but I still have that rock -and the one I gave him another time - both (along with a printed/framed copy of his words to me) are displayed in the shadowbox my dad built to house special mementos of these precious 20 years of my life.

Although I miss him dearly - I haven't given up on love, romance, roses or kisses so watch for my next post!


Pamela S Thibodeaux
"Inspirational with an Edge!" (tm)
http://pamelathibodeaux.com/
http://pamswildroseblog.blogspot.com/

Chocolate Covered Kisses

If there was ever a day for chocolate and kissing and chocolate covered kisses, it’s Valentine’s Day. One of my very favorite chocolate covered treats happens to be chocolate covered strawberries, a taste I share with Lila, the heroine of my novella Sculpting a Demon.


In fact, almost exactly one year ago my very good friend sent me a box of chocolate covered strawberries to celebrate the submission of Sculpting a Demon to Ellora’s Cave. Her timing was totally perfect too because a day later a record breaking snow storm swept through the area and I was snowed in for THREE DAYS. I don’t know that I would have survived without that chocolate goodness to get me through.

I ate my chocolate covered strawberries alone at home while being held captive by a blizzard, but Lila gets to have a bit more fun with hers…

Arien chose a strawberry and brought it to her mouth, but instead of allowing her to take a bite, he ran the fruit over her bottom lip. She let the tip of her tongue touch the berry and pure, rich sweetness filled her mouth. His eyes glazed as he watched her lick the strawberry and she heard him inhale sharply. His Adam’s apple worked as he swallowed hard. He put the strawberry aside and his eyes focused on her mouth. He dipped his head, his lips hovering over hers.

Her breathing began to come in short, quick pants as heat rushed straight to her core. Her lips parted and her eyes drifted shut. She lifted her chin, so ready, so very wanting his kiss. She leaned toward him and her lips met air. Startled, her eyes flew open. His soft, rich laughter rumbled through her, making her insides vibrate.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked, his lips so close, so very close to hers.

“Yes,” she said, her voice little more than a whisper. “Yes?” he asked. His mouth moved over hers, small circles, round and round, his lips so tantalizingly close.

“Say it. Tell me what you want.”

Oh yeah, kisses and chocolate. Two of my most favorite things. I hope your Valentine’s Day is just as sweet and fun!

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When a Kiss is More Than a Kiss....

Hello Again!

As a reader I often marvel at the twists and turns in a story. As a writer, I love building up to and exploring the emotions involved in every kiss between the H/H in the story. We've all read stories of rough, bruising kisses; sweet, or innocent caresses of mouths; and scorching, hot embraces that mold & shape mouths until each ragged breath robs them of much needed oxygen.

I've used each of these expressions to demonstrate the emotions of the characters, but one of the sweetest kisses I've ever written is in my novel Tempered Dreams which deals with domestic violence and the healing that must take place before heroine, Katrina Simmons can fully love her hero, Scott Hensley.

Here it is ... the kiss of surrender.....

Pamela S Thibodeaux
"Inspirational with an Edge!"

The fire in his eyes and the heat of his touch seared the remaining shreds of doubt and fear in Katrina’s heart. Her hands trembled when she ran them up his strong arms, across his broad shoulders and buried them in the silky thickness of his black hair. “I love you,” she whispered, a heartbeat before her lips covered his in a tender caress.

Scott knew he’d finally won. The relief was so overwhelming he could have wept.

Building up with Kisses

These are two separate excerpts from Quick Silver Ranch: Roped And Ready. Both involve kissing and the buildup in tension it can cause.

In a few steps he was in front of her. Leaning down, his lips hovered above hers. Before his mouth closed over hers in a soft kiss. He wasn’t going to rush this, he’d was going to do this on his terms. Finding the hem of her T-shirt, he lifted.

Mouths clung to each other until the last second before he whisked the fabric over her head. Folding it quickly, he tossed it on top of his clothes.

His palm covered one bare breast, massaging it gently before finding the other. Her soft moan was music to his ears. She was so responsive to him and he liked that.

“Your skin is silky smooth.” Trailing his fingers down her sides to the waistband of her shorts, he hooked his thumbs inside. “Nice short-shorts.”

She shifted her feet again. “Take them off.”

His thumbs slid around, unhooking the button, and he edged the zipper down. Then peeled the fabric over her hips. Her musky scent tantalized his nose as he stripped her panties away with her shorts. Not caring where they landed.

“You are so beautiful.”

Tremors swept through her veins as his nails skimmed down her left arm, while his tongue ran down her inner right arm, and then the fingers of his left hand entangled with hers.

His tongue paused at her wrist where her pulse pounded, before going lower. “Ohhhh.” It was more of a groan than a word as he drew her index finger between his lips and sucked.

Her core tightened. She was going to come from him sucking her fingers; she knew it. Then, as if Tyler recognized what was happening, he released the digit.

His mouth slid up her arm, between her breasts to her stomach. Becca opened her eyes. When had she closed them? Tyler’s cheek rested against her stomach, and he gazed at her with those incredible

blue eyes.

“Now what?” A bad boy grin played around his lips.

She shifted her legs, parting them.

“Tell me what you want?”

“I don’t remember you being this demanding in college.”

“Then, we didn’t have much time. Now we have all the time in the world.”

So besides the lips, what's your favorite place to be kissed? On the neck? Shoulders? Stomach? Behind the knees?

I have to say I enjoy having my lover kiss my neck and shoulders, then trailing down my arms and kissing my palms. There is something so sensual about his lips on my skin.

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Sudden Kisses

By Lisabet Sarai

When Judy and Marianne sent us instructions for their great Valentine's blog fest, they suggested we post here at the Party Pavilion about a kiss. "Share the build up," they said. "Let the readers see how the characters move toward one another, then maybe end with a brief excerpt."

I like this idea; the only problem is that my most recent release starts with a kiss (a mistletoe kiss, to be specific) that sets the tone for the entire story.

Suzanne has returned to her native New England for her old friend Helena's annual holiday party. She's been living in California and working much too hard as the CEO of her own high tech company. She feels awkward and out-of-place after so many years away. Then out of the blue, someone sweeps her into his arms and captures her mouth - someone who turns out to be not a stranger at all, but a man she's known since they were both teenagers.

Here are the opening paragraphs from Almost Home:

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The kiss caught her off guard.

One moment Suzanne was standing in the doorway to Helena’s den, scanning the occupants and wondering if she knew anyone at all at this party. The next moment someone twirled her around and fastened a pair of firm lips on hers. Out of instinct or habit, she closed her eyes. The darkness heightened her other senses. Powerful arms circled her body and pulled her against a fuzzy male chest. Her partner’s scent rose around her, a complex mix of soap and musk, evergreen and wood smoke. His tongue teased the seam where her lips met and she let him enter, her self-protective reflexes dulled by his warmth and the glass of merlot she’d downed on her arrival. His mouth tasted of eggnog and candy canes, appropriately seasonal. He was delicious, in fact—not just his mouth but the quiet confidence of his probing tongue, the sculpted muscle she felt under his sweater, his bold hands wandering across her back to her buttocks. She hadn’t enjoyed a kiss like this in a long time.

She’d felt chilled and tense ever since her plane touched down in frigid Boston but now her muscles began to unknot. He was a miniature sun, melting her, turning her languid and dreamy. She clutched at his solid form and returned his kiss, trading heat for heat. Tropical colours paraded behind her eyelids—fuschia, lime, peach, and aqua—shimmering like the water in her pool back home. She even began to perspire, her long-sleeved velvet dress suddenly too warm for comfort.

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Happy Valentine's Day to all! Drop by my website for lots of free stories, including an original myth about the origin of the holiday. (Note that most of the excerpts and tales on my site are at least R-rated.)

Oh, and I'm giving away a free copy of Almost Home. But you'll have to go visit the Whipped Cream blog and read my posts in order to find out how you can win!