A Kiss Before You Go

Screen Shot 2012-09-26 at 7.12.19 PM

A man’s kiss is his signature   -Mae West

Kissing, it’s more than a joining of lips. Depending on the right person, it can be a joining of souls.  Unfortunately not everyone experiences the perfect kiss every time.  In Beneath the Wall Julianne shares lip-locks with two different Marines.  One steals a kiss, the other uses his lips to speak the words his mind can’t befuddle.  (Above is the latter, in scattered form. )


courtesy of Hallmark movie Operation Cupcake

In my life I’ve had the blissful, the boring and the most repugnant forms of kissing.  The worst kiss happened my freshman year of college.  I had a few lunch dates from this kid in my Art History class and one night we finally went on a dinner date. We visited an Italian restaurant and by the end of the meal I was doubled over with stomach pains from some kind of unknown cheese in my food – I’m allergic to dairy. Since I drove, I asked if I could bring him back to the dorm so I could go home and lay down. He agreed, seeing I was sick and I returned him to school. Then very unwelcomingly, he leaned over the gear shift, sloppily took my lips and shoved his tongue in my mouth.  I was appalled!  Here I was sick, wanting the night to end and I didn’t even get a “feel better”, instead my mouth was assaulted by his wayward tongue.  I pulled away and he barely stepped out of the car before I sped off, not even waiting for him to close the door.  Needless to say, after I yelled him a blue streak on the phone the next day, I never saw him again.  He even dropped out the class we shared! Good riddance.

A year later I had a boyfriend who was the exact opposite of Mr. Slimy Tongue. I called him the Pecker because his kisses were so boring.  One would have thought we were an elderly couple saying good night each time we kissed. Being that he was a twenty-something year-old young man, I expected more than just a peck, but no.  It came down to one summer date under the stars that I finally couldn’t take the simple pecks anymore.  I poised myself right in front of his face, cupped his cheeks and said, “Let me try something for a sec.”  I leaned in and kissed him with all the repressed desire I had from the last few months wanting a better kiss. I took his breath away!  But still his kisses in return were nothing more than a … peck. He just didn’t get it.

Now the very best kiss I ever received was from this sweet young man in my kung fu class, when I lived in California. I’d been on one bad date after another with several wanton guys in my law school. I was frustrated, annoyed and disappointed that these few examples of new millennium men were nothing like the gentlemen of old.  I vowed to let go my ideas of a perfect soul mate and focused on myself, my work and becoming  a stronger person.

Then I met him. A handsome, funny and courteous man, who instead of planting one on me after our first date, merely hugged me.  Confused, because I was used to the others, I drove home only to receive a phone call saying, “I’m not going to kiss you until I know you. I hope that’s all right?”  All right was an understatement! It was refreshing!  When we finally did agree that we were more than friends, we were sitting on my daybed and he  slid his hand up my arm asking, “Would it be ok if I kissed you good night tonight?”  I smiled and said yes, then slowly, as if in a dream, his lips touched mine – I heard symphonies, saw gold and red sparks and felt heat flow from his mouth to mine.  With a slight touch of his tongue on my lips, I inhaled deeply and we drew closer to each other, relishing in the uniting of souls through this one perfect kiss. **does anyone else need a moment – I do?** HA!  To this day, he still makes my toes curl when he puts an effort into a good kiss.

Eryn and Jon kissing

So I know I can’t be the only one with good, bad, and ugly kissing stories.  In the comments below tell me about some of your stories.  And since a lot of my followers are other romance writers I expect to read some good stuff!!


A Moment to Breathe




NMS_0475Well well Happy New Year to everyone!  I don’t know how smoothly your holiday season went, but I think we had Christmas…we might’ve had a New Year… I’m pretty sure we had food.  It was all such a blur here at my little house that I blinked and it was all gone.

December is such a busy month for us with one of my sister’s birthdays, that same sister’s homecoming, my wedding anniversary, my son’s birthday and Christmas all at once and then the New Year –  it is impossible to keep afloat in the sea of festivities.  Then throw on illnesses and trying to edit a book in time for the end of January and it was mass chaos.

I was able to step back on Christmas Eve, after running all around town and settling at my parents’ house for a finger-food dinner and breathe for just a moment. Unfortunately tears followed that breath as I began remembering the days when Christmas was simple, beautiful and perfectly quintessential.  My whole extended family would get together at my grandparents’ house in Norwood, Massachusetts and have dinner with everyone dressed in their very best.  My sisters and I would be in sweet little dresses, hair bows, wooly tights and patented leather shoes, running around the house, waiting to open the enormous amount of gifts under the oversized Christmas tree.  There would be music playing and it was guaranteed that It’s a Wonderful Life would playing on a television somewhere under the roof.  Soon one of the cousins would be chosen to play Santa Claus, retrieving and distributing the gifts among us all, then they’d be opened one by one. By late evening, we were brought barely awake to my other grandparents house where we’d sleep and wake up to another tree looming above colorful boxes.

All were perfect images of a simpler time.  Today, my grandparents are with God or living in a home, old and invalid and gone are those precious times. No one gets together, no one visits, and phone calls are nill to none thanks to social media.  And here I try to make every holiday as precious and memorable as before for my son, but I can’t. I swear, some day I will have that idyllic Christmas eve and morn once again.

Now, as sit and type – tonight being the end of Christmas break for my little boy, I’m grateful that I have my family and that we, as small as we are just the three of us, were together, healthy and happy during the busy season.  Happy New Year All!!!  There is so much to come from this author in 2013!