The First Fight/First Kiss Blogfest Pt 2

The First Fight/First Kiss Blogfest Pt 2

The First Fight/First Kiss Blogfest is hosted by Jackie @ Bouquet of Books. Feel free to check out her website to join in and read the other entries!

Post 1 will be on Tuesday, June 12 - Share your 1st FIGHT scene on your blog... lovers spat, a banter back and forth, a battle scene, a classic fist fight, etc. It can be physical or verbal, fists or magic. Whatever you want.

Post 2 will be on Thursday, June 14 - Share your 1st KISS scene on your blog. It can be a peck on the cheek or a full fledge kissing session. Whatever you want to share.

From The Falcon Prince
This is one of my favorite scenes, explaining Arman and Kaitlyn's connection. Not the first kiss, but close to it. I hope you enjoy it!

He looked down at Kaitlyn who was now asleep in his arms. It had been nearly a decade since he last saw her. Memories of that night flooded into his mind.

He had fallen from the sky, snapping branches as he went. When he collided with the ground he felt his bones break with the impact. Blood spurted from of his wounds. Cyrus was out of his grasp now, and the pain of regret filled him. He would die before he could revenge his sister’s death.

Arman’s breath came in gasps; he tried to will himself up but couldn’t move. He only hoped he would die soon, before a wandering animal made him into their next meal. His eyes gazed up at the sky and he saw the moon, full and high above the trees. He had never thought much about the moon before, now it would be the last thing he saw before leaving this earth.

A moon-lit angel appeared above him, with long hair and sparkling eyes. She was his namisad, his soul-mate, he knew with every fiber of his being. There were stories told that if one did not meet their soul-mate in their life, they would wait for them on the other side and return to guide them to the celestial realm. His soul-mate bent down and gently touched his broken wings. She caressed his bloody chest. He no longer felt any pain, only incredible peace. Arman closed his eyes and let the feeling wash over him. He didn’t have to fight anymore; he was going with his soul-mate to the afterlife. A surge of lightning made his body quake, and he felt as light as air. It was the merge, when his soul-wind bound with hers. Soon they would be going together. Soon he would be free.

She screamed.

A tidal wave of pain rocked his body.  Instinctively he lashed out.  His body felt heavy again. In confusion he opened his eyes. She was standing away from him, holding her hand against her chest. Blood trickled down her arm.  She was no angel. She was a young woman, a human woman.

He knew that he was healed now. But everything was wrong. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. He let out a piercing screech and flew away from her.

How did she? What had she done? A soul-joining could not do that.

He flew up high above her and she started to run, taking off past the trees. From a distance, he followed her back to a campsite. He had to know who she was and why she did this. He watched her from the upper branches of pine. She was just an ordinary teenage girl, probably eighteen or so, a little younger than he was. She sat at the campfire next to her father. Trembling, her frightened eyes would look up from the fire to scan the woods at every sound. She must have been as shaken as he was. The back of her hand had a long scratch that she mindlessly rubbed with her fingers. He regretted that he hurt her. For hours he tried to figure out how she was able to heal him, and how she was able to become his namisad. But no answers came.

Sky People were forbidden to soul-merge with humans. And while he never cared much for conventions, his life would be far too dangerous for her. For whatever reason he had been given a second chance, and he would use it to see the fall of Cyrus. He couldn’t bring a young human woman into this, even if she was his namisad. She would live a better life with her kind. It was best if he flew away and the farther from her the better. He left then, taking off into the moonlight to begin his new life. He vowed to never see her again, a vow that he has broken many times over the years. Whenever he flew near the city, he always checked on her from a distance.

Now he was carrying her to his home.

She was no longer a young woman with wide eyes and a thin body. She had the lush, full figured body of a woman. Thick, strong hips and delicious thighs. Her beauty ignited a desire in him that he hadn’t felt in years. Strands of light hair broke free from her ponytail and chaotically framed her face. He imagined kissing her lips, her throat, her collarbone. He wanted to untie her pony tail, running his fingers through her hair and watch it cascade over silken skin. He wanted to kiss her deeply, passionately. Desire burned within him. No, she definitely wasn’t a young woman anymore. 
Arman pushed back his longing with a stern grimace. He could not give into temptation. Not now.

First Fight/First Kiss Blogfest Pt 1

The First Fight/First Kiss Blogfest

The First Fight/First Kiss Blogfest is hosted by Jackie @ Bouquet of Books. Feel free to check out her website to join in and read the other entries!

Post 1 will be on Tuesday, June 12 - Share your 1st FIGHT scene on your blog... lovers spat, a banter back and forth, a battle scene, a classic fist fight, etc. It can be physical or verbal, fists or magic. Whatever you want.

Post 2 will be on Thursday, June 14 - Share your 1st KISS scene on your blog. It can be a peck on the cheek or a full fledge kissing session. Whatever you want to share.

Arman and Kaitlyn's First Fight
From The Falcon Prince

She struggled to free herself from his arms but he held on. Kaitlyn grunted in frustration. “Let go of me!”

Arman’s face became cold ice.  He was angry at his own lack of self-control, at almost kissing her. Impervious to her thrashing and wriggling he pressed her closer to his chest.

“Not until I get you safe.” Arman commanded. He had a way of intimidating others with his presence. Most would not dare to argue with him.

 She started punching his shoulders with her fists. Her cheeks turned red.  “If you had just let me go earlier, I’d be safe at home right now.”

Arman raised a quizzical eyebrow. “You mean violated by those grackles and then taken to be a slave for Cyrus.”

            “Yes. I mean no. Let me down!”

 Kaitlyn was a fighter and this charmed and delighted him. Arman’s face relaxed from its stony expression. A slight smile pulled at the edges of his mouth. “When I know for certain that you are safe I’ll take you back home.”

She was gasping for breath from her struggle. “Promise me,” she said while her silver-blue eyes searched his. They reminded him of a deep river on a cloudy day, and glimmered with spirit and intelligence. No doubt she was trying to figure out a way to escape, but whatever she tried he would outwit and protect her.

“I guarantee it.”

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The Two Sentance Pitch

The 3 day Dust It Off Blog Hop starts today, hosted by Cortney Pearson and Theresa Paulo. Check out their web sites for more information, the rules and to find the other participants.

The first part of Dust it off is to give a 1-2 sentence pitch. After hours of struggling here is what I've come up with. I still think it needs work but I'm not sure what to do. Any suggestions would be appreciated. Thanks!

The Falcon Prince
Paranormal Romance
25,000 words

Revised 5/8/12
Arman, the falcon prince, didn’t want to bring Kaitlyn into his world of war and magic, but there was no choice when he had to save her from a group of shape-changing black birds. Having Kaitlyn so close has only increased his attraction for the woman who unknowingly bonded them as soul-mates so many years ago. Now he needs to protect her from his enemy, the Sky Lord Cyrus who is using women to gain power. But will keeping her safe mean sacrificing his only chance at love?

Oh, My Hero! Blog Hop - Hot Hunks Tell All Interviews Arman

 

  As shirtless muscle-bound men glide across the television screen a deep voice introduces the show, “You’re watching Hot Hunks Tell All with your host, Debonetta Obannon.” The camera zooms in on the hostess as the audience cheers. Petite with curly blonde hair, she is sitting in a chair wearing a hot-pink dress and orange stilettos. Debonetta pushes her cat’s-eye glasses against her nose as the dimmed lights turn brighter.

A gorgeous man sits across from her wearing a black suit that perfectly fits his toned body. His skin is the color of rich latte and dark chocolate hair sweeps over his broad shoulders. The man flashes her a shining smile, framed by a well-trimmed mustache and goatee.

Debonetta turns to the camera, pale curls bounce against her cheeks.

“Hello Hunk Junkies!” The live audience screams with glee. “Were here tonight with a very special guest, Arman from Iran.” She crosses her legs. “Arman, thank you for joining us tonight.”

“You’re welcome.” He bows slightly, and leans back against his chair. Cat calls and whistles sound from the crowd.

“Can you give us your full name?”

“Certainly. I am Arman Payam Sharifi El Sarakh Prince of Khar Turan, Last of the Sarakh, and Lord of the Lost Ones.” His voice is dark and seductive with an accent that calls to mind desert sands and exotic spices.

“Is that really your name?”

He laughs.“Afraid so.” Arman’s strong hands curl in his lap. “My father was the last lord of Khar Turan, and I am the last of his line. I lead the Lost Ones, those who side with the light to protect the great ones of prophecy. But you may call me Arman if you wish.”

“Thank you. So, what’s it like being able to shift into a falcon?”

“Its incredible.”

“I can imagine.” She seductively flutters her lashes. “Would you describe it for us?”

“When you will the falcon to come forth a force surges inside of you. The energy builds and builds until it bursts and the change begins.” He stands up from his chair, and stretches out his arms. “Wings sprout, talons grow, a beak forms, chest muscles stretch. You become a falcon.” His stature is aristocratic; power radiates from him as the air surges with energy and crackles with lightning. In the blink of an eye a falcon is hovering in the air where Arman stood.
 He takes off with scree, flapping his wings, and glides in a circle above the astonished crowd. A wide-eyed Debonetta jumps back in her chair as he returns. He lands on the chair across from her and shifts back to his human form. Smiling to the crowd Arman hops off the chair, sits back down and adjusts his jacket. The audience goes wild.

“Oh. My. God,” she manages to say over the clapping and shouts of enthusiasm.

Arman runs a hand through his dark hair and laughs.

 “Is it painful, I mean to shift?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter. When I am a falcon I feel powerful. I become one with the sky. To fly across the winds, the mountains, the sea…nothing feels more free than that, nothing more exhilarating.”

She smiles, “So, are you a morning or a night person?”

“At night things get a little feathery,” his sea-green eyes twinkle with hidden thoughts.

“Ahh,” she places a finger against her lower lip and leans forward. “So tell me, how would you describe your perfect heroine?”

“There is only one woman for me. She is my namisad, my soul-mate. There are stories told among my people that if one does not meet their soul-mate in this life, they would wait for them on the other side and return to guide them to the celestial realm. When my people find their soul-mate, their souls merge and they are bound together.”

“For life?”

“Forever.”

 “A little birdie told me that you are still looking for this special woman?”

“Maybe.” He flashed a mischievous grin. “Maybe, I already found her.”

“Oooh, that’s juicy.” She clears her throat. “Unfortunately our time is up.”

 Debonetta turns to the camera and waves. Thank you for your time Arman, and thanks for Watching Hot Hunks Tell All.  See you next time Hunk Junkies!

To read more hunky interviews go to Oh, My Hero! Blog Hop, by clicking on the this or go to the link at the bottom of the blog. This hop was hosted by Jaycee and Victoria, thanks ladies! You can also read more about Arman in my current WiP, The Falcon Prince which will be revealed in more detail in the near future. This was a lot of fun, thanks everyone for reading!