|Frankie Diane Mallis|
Here are the rules straight from Frankie's blog...
No Kiss Blogfest Jan 2, 2013!
Things You Should Do To Prepare For The Ultimate Non-Kissage Festivities!
2) Sign up for the No Kiss Blogfest by filling in the Mr. Linky below. Because Mr. Linky is awesome.
3)Tweet about No Kiss Blogfest, using the hash tag: #nokissblogfest because #hashtagsareawesome
4) After you've recovered from New Years Eve, write a blog sharing your Almost Kiss, No Kiss Blogfest entry (either one from your WIP, one you just wrote, one from a book, movie or tv show, or even a really hot almost-kiss picture)and post on January 2, 2013!!! Because reading your posts are awesome! (Don't forget to link back)
Get ready for the steamiest day of 2013! It's going to rule!
What's my entry for the almost-kiss? Currently reading a fab Victorian romance story by C.J. Archer called The Medium. In the story, Emily Chambers has the gift of sight and can communicate with the dearly departed. She and her sister have no trouble sending the spirits back to the 'Waiting Area'...normally. However, one distinctly handsome ghost is defying their every command to return to the holding area to wait for the Administrators' next command. Jacob Beaufort is something of a rogue but one that excites Emily. After only a few days of them being in acquaintance, things heat up! Check this Victorian steamy scene out...
(This excerpt taken from C.J. Archer's The Medium which is book one of this trilogy. It is available in the Amazon Kindle Store at no cost.)
I stood and set my book down on the writing desk then sat beside him on the bed. He lowered his gaze to our hands, inches apart on the bedcover.
And then something happened. His fingers moved ever so slightly towards mine. My breath caught in my chest and I watched, waiting for his fingers to move again, but they did not. Nevertheless, they had moved. Jacob was still looking down at them.
Silence enveloped us but id didn't feel awkward or heavy. More...charged, thick with unspoken words and a thousand jumbled emotions.
All of a sudden I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, explore the bruises of his knuckles, the smoothness of his fingernails. I inched my fingers closer and his moved too, towards mine, as if we were two magnets drawn to each other. Finally we touched, just our pinkies, but it felt like a spark jolted through me on contact.
"Emily," he whispered. My name had never sounded so good, like a hust of a gentle breeze across a grassy meadow. "Tell me what you'd been about to say." His voice was buttery soft.
"Why are you thanking me?"
"Oh. For caring about my health of course."
His fingers recoiled and curled into a fist as if I'd slapped them away. I felt the abrupt loss of his touch so keenly it hurt.
So there you have it folks, my version of the age-old almost kiss, or the Victorian version of such!
Get all the juicy details of how you can participate in the 4th Annual No Kiss Blogfest here. We'll all be looking forward to fanning ourselves throughout 2013...Happy New Year!!