Friday, October 6, 2017

Some Stuff About Kissing

I am the worst person to write a kiss scene. This could be because I’m a thriller writer and, as such, am better suited to gore and stalkers. But, probably (definitely), it’s because I’m me and I’m neurotic. There’s just so much to think about it when you’re writing them. Stuff like, Is the hero sufficiently into this? Or, my personal favorite, Is this sexy…or assault?
It’s a fine line, people.
Plus, kiss scenes are hard to write. No really, they are. You have to consider logistics, emotions, and your hero’s ability to verb the heroine’s noun without sounding gross. See? These are all things that give me terror sweats. The accident scene in Never Apart took a few hours to write. That last kiss scene with Finn? It took days.
It’d be so much easier if I could just type “And then they sucked face.” But y’all don’t want to read that and neither do I. You know who I could read again and again though?
Yeah, I know. You don’t care, but I’m in a sharing mood. It’s probably all the carbs I’ve been loading lately. Side note: I enjoy saying “carb loading.” It makes me sound like I’m preparing for a marathon rather than worrying about the upcoming release of Never Apart. I am a big fan of frosting. Big. Fan. And sandwiches. Those are good too.
And now my side note has turned into a full-fledged digression. For those of you playing along at home, this is surprising no one.
Okay, back to writers who amaze me. In no particular order, let’s start with…
Rainbow Rowell. If you have not read Eleanor and Park, there is something seriously wrong with you. Kidding! But really why? Why? Why do you hurt me like this? All I want to do is share the awesomeness that is Eleanor and her Park. Rowell’s kissing scenes are so well done—not only because she’s a beautiful writer, but also because the tension leading up to that kiss is perfectly rendered.
Sherry Thomas. Okay, confession: I have not read THE BURNING SKY series…yet. I discovered Thomas back when she was writing historicals and they were amaze-balls.The emotional angst between the hero and heroine in Private Arrangements was like a gut-punch. In the absolute best way. When the h/h finally kiss, you want to cheer…and cry because there’s so much damage between them.
Simone Elkeles. Actually, I’m going to have to say that again, Simone Elkeles. Can we say Perfect Chemistry? Yes. We. Can. How about Chain Reaction? Yep. Enough said.
Although now I have to sit down. Y’all are going to have to give me a second.
Okay. Am better now.
So those are some of my favorite authors, but because I’m still filled with the spirit of sharing (or cake pops, it’s a toss up really) I’m sharing one of my favorite kiss scenes from Never Apart and it’s from Finn’s POV! I am not Rainbow Rowell, Sherry Thomas, or Simone Elkeles, but I hope you enjoy it.

Excerpt from Never Apart:
Tell her the truth. The idea grabs my breath as the humid breeze picks up again, swirling around us with even more force. “If I hadn’t come to Boone, I would never have met you and I know I would’ve missed that—missed you. I would never have known your name or your face, but I would’ve known the absence of you, the gap that was left in me because you were never there.”
I’m breathing and not breathing and we’re so close, I can’t help myself. As she stares at me, I brush my fingertip against her knuckles, feel her skin’s heat. It’s like discovering something no one has ever named.
“I think I know what you mean,” she whispers at last, putting down the Solo cup.
Grabbing my T-shirt.
I exhale—hard—and lean closer.
“Yeah?” My heartbeat is deafening as her other hand climbs my chest.
“I want…”
Then she kisses me and I’m frozen. I’ve kissed dozens of girls. But this kiss? I can’t move. I can’t think. She feels—oh my God, this is what the first jolt of espresso feels like, what the first rush of whiskey tastes like. She’s warm, but I’m burning.
My hands go for her neck, her jaw, her cheeks. She kisses me like she needs something, but I kiss her like she’s everything.
“I’ve wanted this,” I whisper against her lips. She’s snowfall soft. “I wanted you to want this…”
“I do want it.”
I pull back. Grace’s lips are swollen and her eyes are wide. She looks like she just woke up, and it knocks the air from my lungs.
“I want it so much it scares me,” she says.
I cradle her face in both hands. “Me, too.”
Then she drags me down to her again, and I’m lost. My fingers in her hair, my hands along her cheeks, my thumbs bracketing her mouth. I can’t get enough.
I’ll never get enough.
I push her against the wall, and she pulls me closer. My hips grind into her stomach and she digs her fingers into my shoulders.
Grace…” Her name rides my groan, and she smiles. Inside, the music climbs and people laugh and someone gasps. I shouldn’t be able to hear it, but I do.
So does Grace. She goes still. I look up.
He’s drunk. Swaying a little. Furious.
Is this the part where he fights for her? Where she takes him back? My hands tighten around Grace, but she doesn’t notice. She’s turning for him. She’s going to him.
Or is she?
Grace falters, and in the distance, heat lightning splits the blackened sky. A storm’s coming.
Then Ander’s eyes meet mine, and I know it’s already here.

Never Apart

What if you had to relive the same five days over and over?

And what if at the end of it, your boyfriend is killed…

And you have to watch. Every time.

You don’t know why you’re stuck in this nightmare.

But you do know that these are the rules you now live by:

Wake Up.




Now, the only way to escape this loop is to attempt something crazy. Something dangerous. Something completely unexpected. This time…you’re not going to run.

Combining heart-pounding romance and a thrilling mystery Never Apart is a stunning story you won’t soon forget.

About Romily Bernard:
Romily Bernard graduated from Georgia State University with a literature degree. Since then, she's worked as a riding instructor, cell-phone salesperson, personal assistant, horse groomer and exercise rider, accounting assistant, and, during a very dark time, customer service representative. . . . She's also, of course, now a YA novelist. So don't let anyone tell you a BA degree will keep you unemployed. Romily currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia. Her debut novel, Find Me, won the Golden Heart Award for YA Romance from the Romance Writers of America in 2012.

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