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/

Can One Kiss Change Someone's Mind & Opinion?

Good Morning!

How often do you think about kissing someone you can hardly tolerate? I sure don't LOL! But Ace Harris and Lexie Morgan have begun to sorta/kinda like each other despite the fact they've clashed from their very first meeting and continually thereafter.

Here is their first kiss.....

Ace rolled to his feet and reached down to give Lexie a hand up. The fact that they were leaving was cause for more teasing by his bolder comrades.

Lexie tossed her head and grinned over her shoulder. "Ha! You’ll never know if he even gets to first base," she taunted her new friends.

 

Whistling and jeering, they egged Ace on. He pulled her against him, his earlier thoughts of privacy forgotten. "Ah, little Lexie," he taunted, his voice thick with male pride and arrogance. "You’ve been challenging me to shut that pretty mouth since the first time we met."

 

Before she could pull away, he turned her in his arms. His mouth covered hers and hushed her protests. She resisted but a moment before something wonderful began to happen.

His lips were soft, persuasive, his arms firm, but gentle. His tongue traced her mouth, urging not forcing entrance. Once allowed, instead of the rough thrusting she was used to, and expected, he dipped gently inside as though savoring all the sweetness she had to offer.

The woman in her responded with a little cry of delight that sounded more like a purr, the little girl within responded with a whimper of fear as the thought occurred to her once again that she was losing some part of herself.

Blood warmed by degrees.

Ace held her until the moment of tension passed and their senses hummed like high voltage wires. His hands ran over her in a gentle, subtle caress until he cupped her cheeks in his work-roughened palms. Slowly, gently, he released her lips, thrilling in the soft moan of protest that escaped her.

A low wolf whistle reached their ears. "Looks more like second base to me," came the taunt. Ace released her. His mind and body reeled from the potency of that one kiss. "Don’t give them the satisfaction of being embarrassed," he whispered his voice husky.

Tempered Joy

© 2008

Publisher: ComStar Media

ISBN: 1-933866-14-4

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

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.

Red Roses for Valentine's Day? Maybe Not....

When you hear the word "Valentine's Day" most people think roses....lots and lots of red roses. But did you know that the color of a rose has meaning?

In researching my upcoming women's fiction novel, The Visionary, (due Nov. 2011 from Five Star Expressions) I had the opportunity to research the topic of roses and was amazed at what I found.

Writers for White Rose Publishing understand the symbolism of the White rose is purity (hence white wedding gowns, white baptismal gowns, etc). Peach roses represent sympathy (or loyalty). Yellow roses are given in friendship and Pink signify innocence and sweetness - which is why you see mostly pink & white bouquets given to young girls. Black roses usually embody death or dislike.

But what about all those Red Roses? You guessed it....Red roses are the symbol of love and romance which make them the perfect Valentine's Day gift for your spouse or significant other.

In some cultures roses symbolize the answer to a specific prayer while in others, dreaming of a rose garden means your death will occur in spring. So, the next time you're tempted to give roses as a gift, think about what you appreciate about and want to say to the person receiving them.

My short story Choices takes place on Valentine's Day and has references to roses symbolizing the answer to prayer.

Best-selling novelist and songwriter, Camie Rogers has penned numerous accounts of the secret love she holds in her heart. Country-Music Superstar Kip Allen has changed from the shy, humble boy, to the epitome of “star.” Can the two rediscover each other after one night of his Home is where the Heart is Tour? 

Choices is available now from White Rose Publishing for only $1.00 and Kindle for only $.99!

Pamela S Thibodeaux

"Inspirational with an Edge!" (tm)

http://pamelathibodeaux.com/
http://pamswildroseblog.blogspot.com/

Lonely Widow's First Kiss

Valentine's Day ~ the day for lovers. But how would you feel about that first kiss after being widowed for more than a year?

I can tell you from experience, the event is both thrilling and terrifying!

Heroine, Rebecca Sinclair's response to the first kiss from her hero, Ray Jacoby may surprise you......

She lowered her gaze, and he lifted her chin with his finger and waited until she looked at him again. “I want to kiss you, Becca, here in the midst of Paradise,” he whispered, his lips covering hers with devastating tenderness.

Rebecca heard his primitive grunt of satisfaction when he let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. An answering purr escaped her as tiny pinpoints of pleasure bathed her senses with light and color. Never in her life had she felt so alive, so consumed with sensations.

Whether a moment or an eternity, she had no idea how long they stood there, his mouth in sweet possession of hers. All she knew was that when the kiss was over she was plastered against his hard body, her breathing was sharp almost painful and her fists were clenched in his thick, sandy-colored hair. Appalled at her wanton response and the needy way in which she clung, Rebecca flung away with a startled cry of distress, and began to run.

Find out more about Rebecca and Ray's story in my novel, The Inheritance, available now from White Rose Publishing in Ebook and Print!

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