Guest Blogger Candace Havens: The All-Important First Kiss

I love it when the hero and heroine come together for that first kiss. In my books, I make the reader wait until an explosive moment, usually after a big fight. Then POW! Right I the kisser. I love those deep, sensual kisses.

When Alex and her main man, Jake, come together for the first time in DRAGONS PREFER BLONDES, it is one sizzling moment. I know, I wrote it, but every time I read it I get that quick tightening in my belly that comes from a really good kiss. The kind that makes the butterflies take flight in your stomach and makes your knees a little weak.

First kisses are always so exciting, even if they don’t always go as well as they do in fiction. I’ve been trying remember my first kiss, and I think it might have been in second grade with Michael Slocum. It must not have been terribly eventful, because I can’t remember much about it. The first kiss I do remember well was Paul Kibby teaching me how to French kiss in the seventh grade to the sounds of the Starland Vocal Band singing “Afternoon Delight.” They were sloppy wet kisses, but at the time I didn’t know any better. (I know my mom is really proud right now.)

I do have two favorite kisses from my past. The first was with Craig Price when I was in the ninth grade. We’d been circling each other for weeks one summer, just hanging out at the lake. Skiing, marshmallows by the campfire, the whole bit. Then one afternoon he kissed me, and POW! I don’t remember the specifics, but I do remember the weak knees and the realization that I’d never “really” been kissed before. It was awesome.

But not as awesome as the guy who kissed me in December of my Freshman year in college. We’d been friends my first few months of school there. I can honestly say we were best friends. One night I went on a date with a creepy guy, who will remain nameless, but he took me to this cool place. After I punched him in the nuts and made him take me home, I told my best friend all about it.

He was all set to punch the guy out, but I convinced him to take me back to the place. It was on this mesa in the middle of nowhere, but the stars were so close it felt like you could touch them. We were sitting on the hood of his car (which was a big deal because he really loved his car) and looking up at the midnight sky. All of the sudden he leaned over and kissed me. It was a good thing I was sitting down because there’s a good chance I would have fainted.

The kiss was that powerful. “I don’t think you need to go out with any other guys,” he told me as he pulled away. I honestly couldn’t speak. If you know me well, you know what a big deal that is. Then he kissed me again and I decided he was right.

I came home that Christmas and told my mom that I had met “the one” and his name was Steve. We’ve been married 25 years this past June.

So I want to hear about your first or favorite kiss. Who made your knees weak? Or how about the best movie kisses? I think my favorite most recently was the one between Edward and Bella when they are in her room in the “Twilight” movie. I can watch that scene again and again. So tell me yours!

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