On our blog hop this week, each of the romance troupe authors put up some snippets from their books. My concern was that since I did not write erotica I might not fit in. Thank you Shannon for setting me straight on that.
Romance comes in all forms. It can be hot, hot, hot, or sweet and tender. It can make you turn red and look around the room to make sure no one can actually see what you're reading. Or, it can make you smile warmly and say "awwww".
Yes, romance is a many splendored thing and truthfully, it is in the eye of the beholder. Everyone is different. We all love different kinds of romance and there are many. Contemporary, historical, western, paranormal, and erotica. And inside each of these are countless subgenres. But no matter what kind of romance you enjoy reading or that an author enjoys writing, there is one very important ingredient to any type of romance:
The mind-boggling, toe-curling, knee-knocking kiss.
The first kiss should be special. It should make your heart pound, your hands tremble, your knees knock, and turn your mind a muddled mess of goo. So should all the kisses after that. Maybe I’m old fashioned, but those are the kinds of kisses that I like to write about. And experience.
The blog hop made me think of those types of kisses and how I met my husband.
After my divorce in 2002, I signed up for one of those on-line dating services. Match.com to be more exact. Yes, that is how I met my husband.
I can still remember most of the profile I had written. The perfect man for me must have a sense of humor, be a romantic at heart, and he must understand the importance of mind-boggling, toe-curling, knee-buckling kisses. Yep, I did. I put that in there.
I swear that I could write a book titled "50 Worst Dates". I went on a lot of first dates, very few second dates, and even more rare was the third date. Then in 2004 I met the most perfect man for me.
Our third date was the best date I had ever experienced in my life. We went to a blues festival along the riverfront. Can’t tell you what the band played because we talked all night long. I’m giggling right now as I think back to that warm summer night. We laughed, talked, and laughed some more. He has a wicked sense of humor and I like that.
Once it was time for the date to end, he took me back to my car. The kiss good night, and yes, that is all we did was kiss, lasted an hour and forty-five minutes. When it was time for me to really leave and go home, he smiled, winked at me and said, “Was that the mind-boggling, toe-curling, knee-knocking kiss you were talking about?” I think I fell in love with him right then and there. Yep, it was a knee knocker! We were married eight months later. He still gives me those kinds of kisses, even after all these years.
So no matter what romance genre you like to read or write, it is my humble opinion that the story should have at the very least one of those kinds of kisses in it. Yes, frenzied moments of fiery passion where clothes are tossed hither and yon are fun too! We’re all adults. We know how to insert tab a into slot b. But without that kiss, that knee-knocking kiss, I think the story loses some of its appeal. At least for me it does.
So what about you? Do you enjoy reading (or experiencing) those kinds of kisses? A