This is a featured article column called FIRST KISS. We ask authors to share a first kiss scene from one of their books published in 2017. And each author graciously sent in an excerpt. Enjoy!
Title: Virtue: Sons of Scotland
Author: Victoria Vane
Genre: Historical Romance
Publication Date: September 15, 2017
Buy Link: Amazon
A man without a past…
Abandoned at a monastery as a young child, Alexander serves two masters—God and the fading memories of his past life—the one he never got to live. As he nears the day to take his vows, he’s sent on a last sojourn into the real world, but what begins as a test of faith becomes a journey to manhood.
And a woman who doesn’t know her own heart…
Born from the line of two kings, Lady Sibylla Mac William is abandoned by her sire as a child and then ruled illegitimate. Though she lives a happy life under her uncle’s protection, Sibylla craves something more, but never could she imagine losing her heart to the would-be monk who unexpectedly arrives to tutor her brother.
Together, they will forge the future of a kingdom…
When dark secrets from the past come to light, Alex and Sibylla’s fates become inextricably entwined. Will Alex choose the safe and secure path he knows, or will he reject holy orders to embrace his true destiny… and the woman he loves?
FIRST KISS EXCERPT:
“I willna humor ye, Sibylla.”
“Why nae? Canna ye climb?” she taunted. “Or perhaps yer robes get in the way? Ye could always do what I do and tie them up.”
His gaze tracked slowly upward from her delicate bared toes, to a set of trim white ankles, and then to a pair of smooth, shapely calves. Alexander shut his eyes before he could give in to the temptation of looking higher. He really should leave. He’d come to this place seeking peace for his soul, but all he could think about now were the strange stirrings in his body.
“Enough of the games. If ye want to speak ye’ll come down!”
“Verra well,” she replied with a huff. “Hold out yer arms.”
“What? Ye canna mean to jump!”
She grinned. “But I do.” Bracing her hands on either side of her hips, she wiggled forward on the branch.
“Ye’ll break yer fool neck,” he warned.
“Nae if ye catch me.” Her gaze sought his. “Would ye let me fall, Alexander?” she asked softly.
“Nae,” he murmured with a slow shake of his head. “I’d ne’er see ye hurt if I could help it.”
Her mouth stretched into an impish grin. “Then ye’d best hold out yer arms.”
Before he could protest, she launched herself from the tree. Alex crashed backwards feeling like a ton of stones hit him as her small body slammed him onto the ground. While he lay stunned and breathless beneath her, Sibylla burst into uncontrolled chortles. But he found no humor in his situation. By the time he caught his breath, heat of an unfamiliar kind had begun to warm his blood and infuse his loins, as he lay beneath her soft, feminine body. As much as he wished it, he couldn’t bring himself to move—except for the parts that shouldn’t.
Awareness of his arousal came to her suddenly. Her breath hitched and gaze widened, but she made no move to pull away. Instead, they both lay fixed and still, and almost afraid to breathe. Alex willed his body to ignore its natural response, but his efforts were futile. He’d never before been so much at odds with himself.
“What is wrong, Alexander?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head, only to refute himself a moment later. “Everything,” he said. “Everything is wrong. Nothing is as it should be.”
“I dinna understand ye.”
“Neither do I,” he replied. “’Tis why I came here—to be alone and to figure it out.”
“Do ye want me to leave?” she asked.
He knew what he should say. He knew what he should do but, somehow, he was powerless to resist the lure of her warm, soft body. “Nae,” he replied after a moment. “I dinna want ye to go.”
“I’m glad.” She smiled. “I dinna want to leave.” To his dismay, her gaze drifted down to his mouth. She leaned closer until her silky hair brushed his face. “If ye dinna mind, I would verra much like ye to kiss me, Alexander.”
He knew he should not but, God help him, he wanted to. “Kissing leads only to temptation,” he replied.
“But a kiss in itself isna sinful or wicked,” she argued. “A kiss can mean many things. Are there nae chaste kisses? Kisses of friendship? Affection? Kisses given as greetings? Kisses to say goodbye?”
“Aye, but that’s nae the kind of kiss ye wish for, is it?” he asked.
“Nae.” She shook her head with a grin. “I’ve had all of those kinds before. What I havena known is a lover’s kiss.” Her grin faded and her eyes entreated as she whispered, “Would ye oblige me, Alexander?”
If he allowed himself to respond to her request, the dam would surely break. Alex shut his eyes, trying to marshal both his wits and his faltering will, but he failed to block out her subtly fragrant scent that seemed to come straight from heaven above, her warm, sweet breath, and her pliant breasts pressing against his ever-tightening chest… and then her petal soft lips brushing lightly over his. He felt her hesitancy and wanted to reassure her but sheer force of will restrained him. He’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted to kiss her back. His bones ached with the need to respond, but he knew very well that his resistance would crumble to dust.
“Did ye nae like it?” she asked.
He opened his eyes to find uncertainty clouding hers. He reached up to touch her face. “I dinna kiss ye back, Sibylla, nae because I dinna want to. I dinna kiss ye because I kenned I would only want more.”
“And do ye?” she asked breathlessly. “Want more?”
It was not the response he’d intended to evoke. “Aye. I do.” Unable to resist any longer, he drew her closer, slowly closing the inches between them until their lips were but a hairsbreadth away. Gently cupping her head, he pressed his mouth to hers, testing and tasting in a gentle exploration. He felt awkward and unschooled at first but let instinct guide him.
With a sigh, Sibylla twined her arms around his neck, fitting her body to his. Warm, and responsive, her lips met his. Their mouths melded and breaths mingled as the kiss lengthened. Alex experimentally flicked the corner of her mouth with his tongue. She opened on a tiny gasp. A puff of her breath entered his lungs, making him suddenly lightheaded. More. It wasn’t enough. He needed more.
He licked again along the seam of her mouth. She parted her lips. The first contact of tongues nearly blinded him with sensation. The tender torture intensified as each slick stroke of their tangling tongues stoked the flame. This was so much more than just a kiss. It was as heady and powerful as a magical potion. Passion made his pulse pound and dulled his mind.
God in heaven. I am truly lost.