Showing posts with label Kiss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kiss. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Frivolous Wednesday: In the Mall

I've been working on several edits (including one of my own book) as well as writing the fourth book in my series. Plus I'm reading Quicksilver, a heavy book by Neal Stephenson. So, today I'm going with frivolous stuff. I'm going to pretend I'm shopping with you all, my readers, IN THE MALL. Let's go and buy all the stuff our collective conscience (or my husband) would tell us not to in real life:


1. Shoes: I like these suckers. 
Hello Kitty + Doc Martens = AMAZING


2. This book: Frivolous! Girly! SO buying it.


3. Top: Probably would never, ever wear it, but maybe I can hang it up as art.


4. Ditto with these pajamas:
I just wouldn't stand there like that when I get my pair.


5. Getting thirsty? Time for a big old smoothie. With extra caffeine and whipped cream.


6. I'm having a bag of candy on the side, because virtual stuff has no calories. Yay, virtual stuff!
They don't carry these at my mall, but I want them. Do I know what they taste like? No. No, I don't.


7. Maybe I'll pick up a toy for my kid while I'm at it:
What do these do??? Nothing? SWEET


8. And this dress:


9. And another book.


10. One last thing. What should it be? Clothes? More shoes? Yes, I think more shoes. File these in the "never wear but could use as art" category.
Louboutin, darling.


Hurray! That was fun. Kiss, kiss!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Wild Fire - Lisa Zhang Wharton and Romance

Lisa Zhang Wharton


I write with Lisa Zhang Wharton at Fantasy Island Book Publishing. Take a careful note of her name, because such a talented writer won't stay unknown for long. She is the author of Last Kiss in Tiananman Square, a story of doomed love before a tragic, historical event in China.
She is also the author of many short stories (You can see more here and here) and this one captures the fire of romance, just in time for Valentine's Day.
Last Kiss in Tiananmen Square


The fire starts shortly after the dawn.  The black smoke is blowing over the Mississippi from the boathouse, hovering over the river.  Red flames are shooting up like vicious devils to declare their power as the precious wooden boats burn into ashes.
Riding my bicycle along the river, the view of the boathouse burning rekindles the flame in my heart.  The rowing season is over.  So is my little interlude with Ray.  Now the boathouse is engulfed in flames.  The place that was filled with my beautiful moments with Ray is about to become just debris and cinders.  Looking at the black smoke in the distance, I could not ignore the lingering heat in my heart.  Is that what I am seeing in the distance, the still-smoldering fire in my heart?  Those long-ignored smoldering embers, nearly forgotten, have enkindled a renewed fiery passion..  Through the smoke, past the blackened wooden A frame, I can still feel Ray and I having our wild kisses. In a dark corner of that boathouse, when everyone else was out rowing on the river, we had our very private time together..  As I watch the smoke and the flames licking the sky, I can feel him rubbing my hair. …The excitement has returned, but only for a brief second, as our special place burned in the distance.

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“The river is beautiful,” said Ray, woke me up from my deep thinking.
“I thought you lived on the water.”
“Yes.  I do.  But lakes and rivers are very different.  I never really appreciated that until now. OK!  It’s different, too, in a motorboat.  You’re usually just watching for traffic.  On the river you see the bank, the trees, the houses and all the reflections..  Gee, I’m even starting to appreciate nature.”
“So write a poem for me,” I was challenging him, which was always fun for me.
“Hey, don’t push the envelope.  Keep trying.  Maybe after ten years, you will be able to get a few lines out of me.”
Then he turned around.  “By the way, I will be on a business trip next week.  I wouldn’t be able to take lessons for a week.”
Looking at his eyes, his two small eyes were glowing like a river flowing through them.
I stepped over and hugged him.
“I will miss you.”  Words slipped out of my mouth.
He was silent for a long time.  Then he started kissing me.
With the stars as witnesses, the Milky Way and all the rest of world, his passionate kisses made me feel otherworldly.  When was the last time I had such experience?  I did not remember. 
He held my face with his big, slightly rough hands.  His face was glowing under the stars and the reflections of the streetlamps..
“Meihua, you know.  What we have just done could damage both of our reputations and could be potentially dangerous.” 
Silence.  A cold breeze made me shiver.
“But it is worth it with you”, as he showered more kisses on me.  I felt so tiny and cozy between his muscular arms.