Ramblings of an aspiring writer

My wonderful beta reader, Katee, directed me to this. Another blogging writer came up with the idea to celebrate the season and the joy that is mistletoe by having a bunch of writers post kissing scenes from their work.

This is my excerpt from Pretty Souls. Elle, the werewolf, thought that her crush, Jaxson (a fire half-demon), had a thing for her foster-sister, Cass. She’s just found out otherwise, and in typical Elle fashion, punched him and knocked him on his ass.

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“That was for letting me go on thinking you had a thing for my sister.” I held out my hand. “But if you’re still interested…”

He grabbed my wrist and let me pull him up. “I suppose as long as you promise to keep me on my toes and not let things get boring, then I’m still interested.”

I twined my fingers with his. “I’ll do my best. And I vow to knock you on your butt whenever you get out of line.”

Jax pulled me close, and the nearness of him woke the beast and sent her rolling about inside me. He leaned over and breathed along my neck, whispering, “You can try it, but you won’t get rid of me that easily.”

I met his amber gaze and wanted to lose myself in those eyes, in the comfort they promised. His hands slid under my coat, taking up position just above my waist, his fingertips finding the spots he had burned into my memory only a week earlier. I didn’t know if the warmth that flooded through me came from his hands or if being so close to him brought a heat that had nothing to do with demon blood.

I inhaled his scent, that glorious combination of rosemary and cinnamon – forest and home. For a moment I couldn’t tell who wanted to rub up against him more, me or the beast. Then I realized I didn’t care and inched nearer. My hands ran up his chest, remembering the day I’d seen him stepping out from the locker room. His skin was hot to the touch and made me think of summer and days at the beach where he would have no need for a shirt. The beast gave a dreamy growl and I moved even closer.

Jaxson arched his eyebrow in the way that drove me crazy, and the growl escaped my lips. He smirked and moved one hand from the small of my back to behind my neck. “Down, girl.” The words were meaningless. His body told a different story. A better one.

I felt gentle pressure on my neck, but I didn’t need any encouragement. I tipped my head up the tiniest bit and found his lips with mine. My eyes closed as I savored the softness of his lips, the taste of him. His fingers pressed into my skin, and I knew there would be small burns on my back and neck, but I didn’t care. In that instant, I didn’t care about anything in the world except him. Except his mouth on mine. His tongue gently caressed my lips, and I parted them willingly – eagerly.

His tongue entered my mouth, tentatively stroking mine. The touch sent shivers through me and my arms wound around his neck and tangled in his hair, pulling him tighter against my body.

“Ahem.”

Jax pulled back. I turned toward the sound with a snarl on my lips for whoever interrupted us, compliments of the beast.

It was Cass, still sitting on the bench, yards away. “Look, I’m happy for the two of you and all, but I’m feeling a bit weird sitting here watching this. So, any chance you might, you know, go out on a date or something – without me – to make out?”

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I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. Have a wonderful solstice today and enjoy the rest of the holiday season. Time for me to go hunt up a cute guy under some mistletoe. I’m sure my husband won’t mind. Tis the season and all that.