I'm taking a break from The Dragon's Devotion this weekend to share a snippet of The Prince's Consort, my first published book, which will have been out two years on Monday. To celebrate the book's anniversary, here is a snippet of a kiss. (I think I went one sentence under this time, but someday I know I'll get six sentences!)
The second kiss still wasn’t more than the tender slide of lips over lips, but it wasn’t as brief, nor as innocent as the first. Amory’s lips were soft against his, his body warm and fitting just right against Philip’s as he pulled Amory closer. The kiss was perfect, as the first had been. It felt as if he’d been waiting for the kiss, for the man, for years, and at that moment everything had fallen into place. It felt as if they were the only two people in the world for those moments, and the feeling was wonderful.