Greetings!. The story is a #friendstolovers story about two forty-years old best friends who've known each other since college and who may or may not finally admit that they are in love. Throw in a new guy, an ex-gf, #mentalhealth, and a mutt named Buster and mix it together for a good time! It starts here: https://www.instagram.com/p/C5EjbpySDf9/.
#WritingWonders Day 16: How comfortable are you with writing kissing and/or intimacy scenes?
Very.
Humans have intimate experiences. I don't write erotica, but I do write sexy-times as they are appropriate to the story.
What follows is a "clean" excerpt from "Rose in Bloom." There are plenty of on-page sexy-times to come in the tale:
“Rose. Look at me.”
I turned my face toward him, and he leaned in for a kiss. He cupped my cheek gently with one hand and pressed his lips to mine.
If I’d been standing, I’d have lifted one foot from the floor and pointed my toe; that’s how good that first kiss was. I opened my lips and let him slide his tongue past my teeth. I entwined my fingers in that still-damp, raven-dark mane.
"Rose in Bloom" is free on Smashwords through July 31.
I’d been at Wisteria Cottage for about two weeks when the gardener showed up for the first time. I was a little worried when I saw him; Gareth Llewellyn had dark hair in a thick braid nearly to his waist, a bushy beard, and generally looked disreputable in corduroy pants, a baggy shirt, battered fedora, and green Wellingtons. He reminded me of the homeless men I saw on the streets back home, except that he smelled good.