Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Indie Life, What's Up, More than a Kiss



Today is my first Indie Life post, and today I'm posting about a wonderful program I discovered along the way:


Compulsion Reads is an Indie site for Indie authors by Indie authors. Basically, it's an endorsement system. And not everyone who submits gets endorsed-less than half do, actually. Which in essence is a good thing, because if your book does get their coveted gold seal, that means yours stands out.

What I'm reading: Treasure Island. Again. I can't help it, I loved it.
What I'm writing: I'm not really writing at the moment, too deep in formats for Bashan.
What's inspiring me right now: Autumn. I really love this time of year.
What else I've been up to: Basically enjoying my children and seeing my second book come together. Does it get any better than that?

 
Okay, so I found this blogfest yesterday, and I just had to join. Basically you have to post a kissing scene from one of your books. So here it is, from The Newstead Project:
 
He smiled down at me, a knowing smile, and lifted our hands to his soft, full lips as he gently kissed the back of each of my fingers before letting them fall back down between us.
We continued that way in blissful silence, until we reached the farmer’s trail at the end of Markham Lane. It was no more than a frozen dirt path that, after making a few turns along a creek, led to my trailer. I slowed and Joel stopped.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
He bent over until his face was only a couple inches above mine. I don’t think either one of us was prepared for what being that close would do to us.
My hand lifted to his face and lightly traced along his cheekbones, up to his forehead, before circling back down to his jaw. My fingers hesitated by his lips.   
His eyes burned bright as his head lowered. My breath held, waiting. But just when I would’ve sworn it was inevitable, his jaw tensed and he slowly shook his head. I don’t know if it was to him or to me. His lips touched softly on my forehead instead, a light brush that was over before it began.