Today I’m delighted to be taking part in the Fiction Addiction Book Tour for Kiss Me In Paris. You are in for a treat because the authors have a wonderfully romantic guest post to share with Me, My Books and I readers.
“No one knows my secret. Ever since high school, ever since I started living in fear, no one has known the true me. But then I met him, and I couldn’t hide anymore.
He became my hero, saving me from the villain of my past. He became my friend, his smile a blanket of warmth. And he scared me. Because he, this beautiful man, he might become more. Then he’d see the real me, and I couldn’t let that happen.
My name is Winter, and what I desire most I can’t have.
Flashes of the night I was drugged rush back to me. His strong arms carrying me through the streets of Paris. The feel of his heart beating as my head rested against his chest. The soft press of his lips against my forehead when he thought I was asleep.
Oh shit. I’m falling for the cowboy. Cade.
But we can’t be anything more. He has his own secrets. His own darkness he keeps hidden, like the letter he keeps with him everywhere he goes.
The letter he refuses to open.”
Format: Kindle Edition
File Size: 1187 KB
Print Length: 314 pages
Publisher: Daring Books (25 Jun 2013)
New Adult Contemporary Romance – 87, 000 words – Standalone in the Kiss Me series.
Travel the world with the Deveaux’s as they find love, and trouble, in all the right places.
Kiss Me in the Airport: Our First Kiss
When you write a romance novel with your spouse, it’s inevitable that your own relationship seeps into the pages of the book.
Kiss Me in Paris was no exception. And given the title, and the fact that Cade and Winter have their first kiss in Paris, we thought we’d write about our own first kiss, his and her style. Enjoy this story of our first kiss, and at the end, share with us YOUR first kiss.
Kimberly Kinrade says:
I kissed my husband within moments of seeing him for the first time.
It was like a scene from a movie. Our eyes met across a crowded airport. We were drawn to each other like magnets. (Or something more romantic than magnets. Also, something more romantic than moths to a flame, because that simile sounds painful.)
The air between us sizzled with desire and unmet need. When he reached for me and pulled me to him, when my breasts pressed against the muscles in his chest, my heart beat faster and butterflies swarmed my stomach. His lips found mine, and as he deepened that kiss, our essence mingling as we breathed in each other, I knew I’d spend the rest of my life loving this man.
How could I know so soon?
Well, there is a backstory. You see, we may have just met that moment in the airport on New Year’s Eve, but we’d been anticipating that meeting for months.
Dmytry and I first got to know each other on Twitter. Through a series of fortuitous tweets, we discovered a shared love of writing.
What started out as writing partners grew into something more, but we weren’t ready to call it love. Not yet.
We were scared. Scared of how we would make it work when we lived in different countries. Scared of what the world would say to our age difference, to the fact that I already had three children.
But it didn’t matter, because the love we had was stronger than our fears, stronger than our demons, stronger than anything the world could put in our way to stop us.
And so that kiss was a promise of forever.
As Winter says in Kiss Me in Paris, “Airports hold their own kind of magic. They are gateways to other worlds, in the most real sense. An airport is a portal, taking you from one life to another. When you fly, you’re suspended in time and place, not existing anywhere fully until you land.” And she’s right.
That day, in that airport, with that kiss, we traveled from one life to another.
I traveled from the life of a single mom struggling to make ends meet, to a married woman working full time with her husband to live both of our dreams as writers.
And it’s a trip I’ll never forget.
When Winter and Cade kiss for the first time, they get fireworks in Paris, but when Dmytry and I kissed for the first time, we got a whole new life.
Dmytry Karpov says:
We once had a Skype conversation, and it went something like this:
Kimberly asked, “Will we kiss, at the airport?”
And I typed, “We will. I’ll kiss you.”
Then she replied with a ❤ or a
I don’t remember. But I do remember that from that moment I started to plan our first kiss.
I’d kiss her forehead first. Now, I’m not sure why I thought that. Perhaps because I’m taller than most people and foreheads are mostly what I see. So I imagined: I’d lean down and kiss her forehead. Good.
Next, I’d cup her face in my hands, look her in the eyes, and say, “I love you.” That would be our first in-person ‘I love you,’ and it seemed fitting that it should come before our first kiss. Now, I know that’s not the way things usually happen in real life. In real life, people kiss, then say I love you weeks or months later. Right. Right. Right. But it is the way things usually happen in the movies. And I like movies. So do most people. Often, they’re more romantic than real life. So my life would be like a movie.
Once all the forehead kissing and the eye staring and the love speaking was done with, then, and only then, would I kiss Kimberly. That sounded perfect to me.
Of course, I knew it would never happen. Things never happen as you expect.
Days later, I got ready to leave.
I packed one backpack. I left early in the morning. A few hours later, I arrived at the Los Angeles airport. There were a great many people there, and I walked alone for a long while. My greatest fear became that I would not recognize Kimberly the first time I saw her. Or perhaps, that I had already seen her and walked by. Terrifying thoughts, really. How did I expect my plan to ever work?
Eventually, I noticed a group of children. And they noticed me. And then they smiled and charged at me.
I knew them to be Kimberly’s kids. And looking over their cute little heads, I knew that I would see the woman of my dreams.
And I did.
She stood before me, though she was still a few feet away, radiant and glowing and warm like the sun.
I gave the kids at my feet a hug.
And as Kimberly walked toward me, I walked toward her.
We hugged. And I kissed her forehead. And I cupped her face and stared at her eyes, big, blue and beautiful, and I said, “I love you.”
And I kissed her.
After that, I don’t remember much. We walked to the car I suppose. But I do remember what I learned.
That sometimes, things do turn out as you expect. And sometimes they turn out even better. And that from that moment on, my life turned out even better than I imagined.
Our love for each other is made out of memories. And that first kiss may be the most powerful memory of all. When I think of the human experience, I can think of nothing more powerful than falling in love. It’s something everyone should experience.
And I want to help them. So I wrote a novel with Kimberly, now my wife, about falling in love. It’s called Kiss Me in Paris, and it captures all the wonder and excitement I felt that day at the airport.
I hope this novel helps people experience love and remember their own. I hope, reading it, they’ll remember their first kiss.
And how they planned it.
Or how they didn’t.
And how wonderful it was.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kimberly Kinrade was born with ink in her veins and magic in her heart. She writes romance (contemporary and paranormal), fantasy and paranormal stories for all ages and still believes in magic worlds.
She lives with her three little girls who think they’re ninja princesses with super powers, and her husband, also known as the sexy Russian Prince, who is the love of her life and writing partner.
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