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Blurb:
Who ever heard of a divorced marriage therapist? It didn’t
inspire confidence, but her fake wedding ring did. Of course, the ring sounded a death knell for actually meeting men. Not that she’d date her clients because they were already married. She just needed a different life on the side, one where she dated hot professional men who’d wine and dine her. Fat chance.
Instead she spends all her time at King Crab restaurant discussing her failed dates with Jackson, the young bartender. Why did love have to be so hard? Oh yeah, that’s why people came to her for advice. If she
were to advise herself then it would be to grab Jackson, and forget his age.
By the time, she makes up her mind, Trinity shows up; she thinks
Jackson would be the perfect third husband. Elise has to play dirty to win her man with hilarious results.
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First Kiss
Blog: The Art of Kissing
I recently picked up an unread book I have on my bookshelf called The Art of Kissing. This small book by William Cane came from a neighbor’s yard sale.
The author starts out the book by reminding us of our first magical kiss. Think back; what was your first kiss like? Young people are supposed to start somewhere, but what if you’re an adult and don’t know how to kiss?
Did you know smiling and laughing will garner you more kisses than looking sultry or sad. People are attracted to happy people…and they tend to kiss them too. Don’t know how to kiss? The author suggests placing your lips gently on your date's lips and wait a few seconds seeing if your sweetie will respond. Most will and then you simply follow their movements.
Different kisses mean different things. I went out on a second date with my husband and was unsure if he liked me. At the end of the date, I received the sister kiss on the hair. What was that? What did it mean? He later admitted that his intention was to let me know he was fond of me, but not to press too hard too fast.
William Cane reveals in his book that women love kissing. In fact, many women report they could do it for hours. The majority of women described kissing as being more intimate than sex. What makes kissing so special?
It brings a special intimacy and warmness to a couple. To go from a kissing zero to hero, a man has to be creative. Men who kiss you in an unexpected location such as an escalator are bound to get a reaction. Then of course, there are men who kiss you on unexpected places. The number one place women like kisses besides the lips according to an Internet survey is the neck.
What if a man is horrible at kissing? Could be he’s a shy guy who hasn’t had much experience, but might be willing to learn. Then there are men who are rather rigid with their lips who peck at you as if you were corn and they, a chicken. If a man is over thirty-five and still pecks like a chicken…well, you may have to decide how much you like kissing. This is not someone who enjoys kissing. At best, he sees kissing as a way to warm up the woman for the main event.
In Cane’s book, both men and women participated in a survey to see how Americans fared on the kissing scale. Europeans, especially Italians, French and Spanish kissed more frequently and kissed well. They also kissed in public more and kissed for the sake of kissing. Sadly, even the Germans scored higher than Americans did. We can take heart that our British cousins scored rather low too. The complaints against American men included that they usually don’t know how to kiss; they’re too forceful and see it as only a prelude to sex. American women were not open to public kissing as much as their European cousins and didn’t open their mouths as much. We can tell ourselves that was only the opinion of people answering the survey.
A man who loves to kiss and is willing to learn and experiment is priceless. He’ll feather delicate kisses over his lover’s closed eyes. Playful Eskimo nose rubs and puppy dog lick kisses are in his repertoire along with lip sucking and French kissing. He’s tried them all at some time and is willing to try more. Do you remember a movie hero who was a terrible kisser?
The reason behind this is women want men who can kiss well. A kiss epitomizes romance. A man who kisses well and times his kisses appropriately can usually have his pick of women. After a hard day, a simple hug and kiss can make you feel SO much better. On the flipside, couples who divorce usually haven’t kissed for a very long time. The lack of kissing helps break down their initial bond. They no long feel close because they’re not. Never underestimate the power of a kiss.
I recently picked up an unread book I have on my bookshelf called The Art of Kissing. This small book by William Cane came from a neighbor’s yard sale.
The author starts out the book by reminding us of our first magical kiss. Think back; what was your first kiss like? Young people are supposed to start somewhere, but what if you’re an adult and don’t know how to kiss?
Did you know smiling and laughing will garner you more kisses than looking sultry or sad. People are attracted to happy people…and they tend to kiss them too. Don’t know how to kiss? The author suggests placing your lips gently on your date's lips and wait a few seconds seeing if your sweetie will respond. Most will and then you simply follow their movements.
Different kisses mean different things. I went out on a second date with my husband and was unsure if he liked me. At the end of the date, I received the sister kiss on the hair. What was that? What did it mean? He later admitted that his intention was to let me know he was fond of me, but not to press too hard too fast.
William Cane reveals in his book that women love kissing. In fact, many women report they could do it for hours. The majority of women described kissing as being more intimate than sex. What makes kissing so special?
It brings a special intimacy and warmness to a couple. To go from a kissing zero to hero, a man has to be creative. Men who kiss you in an unexpected location such as an escalator are bound to get a reaction. Then of course, there are men who kiss you on unexpected places. The number one place women like kisses besides the lips according to an Internet survey is the neck.
What if a man is horrible at kissing? Could be he’s a shy guy who hasn’t had much experience, but might be willing to learn. Then there are men who are rather rigid with their lips who peck at you as if you were corn and they, a chicken. If a man is over thirty-five and still pecks like a chicken…well, you may have to decide how much you like kissing. This is not someone who enjoys kissing. At best, he sees kissing as a way to warm up the woman for the main event.
In Cane’s book, both men and women participated in a survey to see how Americans fared on the kissing scale. Europeans, especially Italians, French and Spanish kissed more frequently and kissed well. They also kissed in public more and kissed for the sake of kissing. Sadly, even the Germans scored higher than Americans did. We can take heart that our British cousins scored rather low too. The complaints against American men included that they usually don’t know how to kiss; they’re too forceful and see it as only a prelude to sex. American women were not open to public kissing as much as their European cousins and didn’t open their mouths as much. We can tell ourselves that was only the opinion of people answering the survey.
A man who loves to kiss and is willing to learn and experiment is priceless. He’ll feather delicate kisses over his lover’s closed eyes. Playful Eskimo nose rubs and puppy dog lick kisses are in his repertoire along with lip sucking and French kissing. He’s tried them all at some time and is willing to try more. Do you remember a movie hero who was a terrible kisser?
The reason behind this is women want men who can kiss well. A kiss epitomizes romance. A man who kisses well and times his kisses appropriately can usually have his pick of women. After a hard day, a simple hug and kiss can make you feel SO much better. On the flipside, couples who divorce usually haven’t kissed for a very long time. The lack of kissing helps break down their initial bond. They no long feel close because they’re not. Never underestimate the power of a kiss.
UNEXPECTED COUGAR EXCERPT
His eyes twinkled at her in the dim light, or did she imagine it?
“Nope, I am walking you out to your car. Men look out for the more delicate sex. Although, despite you’re feminine appearance, I bet you’re a tough female, a regular Captain Janeway.”
“Who?” She scanned the parking lot for her car, which wasn’t hard since all the cars were gone, except for a few belonging to employees. She walked toward her green compact sedan with Jackson keeping pace. He rattled the change in his pocket a sure sign of nervousness. What did he have to be nervous about?
“Captain Janeway commanded the Starship Voyager on the ill-fated Star Trek spin-off. Still, her character was a strong, attractive, smart woman—uhm forget I said anything.” He stammered to an abrupt stop.
Elise hip bumped him playfully and acted surprised. “Oops, sorry. I know who Janeway is. I especially liked her Native American first officer, Chakotay.
“Really? I never met a woman who had actually heard of the show. Is this yours?” He nodded in the direction of the green less than beautiful car.
“Untrustworthy as it is.”
She found herself drawn to the slightly nerdy bartender, and they were at her car. If he were a date, she’d expect a kiss. If a guy tried to French her, plastering her against her car, she definitely wouldn’t go out with him again. If he pursed up his lips reminiscent of a second grader, she’d pass on him too. A firm, light touch of the lips solicited a second date, unless he’d triggered one of her taboo areas during the evening. This included rhapsodizing about the wonders of his mother, complaining bitterly about his ex, and every other woman who passed through his life, or expecting sexual favors as a nightcap.
A press on the keychain fob unlocked the car, turning on the interior light and highlighting the backseat complete with all the bachelorette gear for a friend’s party. Maybe Jackson wouldn’t notice the cake in the shape of male genitalia. At five times the real size, it was hard to miss. Jackson covered his mouth in sudden coughing fit and turned his head slightly away. He hadn’t missed it.
“Are you a baker by trade?” he asked in a choked voice.
“Argh, I prayed you didn’t see that. A business associate in my building is getting married. Shirley, a sixty-plus widow, picked out all the goodies. I’m the lucky one who gets to haul it all around. If they knew how unreliable my car has been lately, they might have picked someone else.” She put her hand on the door only to find his hand there already.
“Allow me.” He opened the door. “What’s wrong with your car?”
“Starter.” She slid in, turned the key, and listened to the car grind and not start. “It takes a while for it to catch. I know I should get a new one, but…”
“What?” He braced his arms against the roof of her car and leaned in to talk to her. “Why aren’t you fixing it? It’s not safe for you to be out on your own and not be able to get your car started, especially in a dark parking lot.”
Same lecture her father gave her a few days before. She sighed and muttered “Thanks, Dad.”
Jackson recoiled, slamming his head on the open door frame. Damn, just when she thought he might kiss her. Not that he should, but she hoped he would. It would mean he was interested in her, although he’d already shown her more attention than she’d had in the last six months. Still, he was probably just a nice guy who walked lone women to their cars.
He spun away from her to better curse under his breath, holding his head with both hands. Getting out of her car, she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him from the back, an extremely bold move on her part.
“I’m sorry Jackson you’re nothing like my father, with the exception he’s a nice guy. You’re a nice guy. He has brown hair. You have brown hair. He has—oh, I’m babbling.”
Jackson turned slowly in her loose embrace until he faced her. “I like it when you babble.” His lips moved closer to hers when a voice broke into their romantic bubble.
“Jack, I can’t get the credit card machine to work,” a disembodied female voice called out.
She not only heard his sigh, she felt it. He backed off, dug out his wallet, and pawed thought the contents until he produced a battered business card and handed it to her.
“The guy who owns this garage is a friend and a former co-worker. He’ll give you a free estimate and do honest work. Try starting the car again. I don’t want to leave without it running.” Jackson glanced back at the figure at the door.
“Okay.” She hopped into the car and cranked the engine again, hoping it would start.
She didn’t need her wonky car holding up business. This time it caught. Backing out, she waved at Jackson. Would this be the last time she saw him? Probably not if she continued to use the restaurant to meet her dates, the thought of him watching her soldier through inappropriate pairings would make her even more self-conscious. Why didn’t she ask him out? Maybe she read the signs wrong. It might horrify the guy. The thought of even more masculine rejection tightened her lips and steeled her determination to give dating a break.
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His eyes twinkled at her in the dim light, or did she imagine it?
“Nope, I am walking you out to your car. Men look out for the more delicate sex. Although, despite you’re feminine appearance, I bet you’re a tough female, a regular Captain Janeway.”
“Who?” She scanned the parking lot for her car, which wasn’t hard since all the cars were gone, except for a few belonging to employees. She walked toward her green compact sedan with Jackson keeping pace. He rattled the change in his pocket a sure sign of nervousness. What did he have to be nervous about?
“Captain Janeway commanded the Starship Voyager on the ill-fated Star Trek spin-off. Still, her character was a strong, attractive, smart woman—uhm forget I said anything.” He stammered to an abrupt stop.
Elise hip bumped him playfully and acted surprised. “Oops, sorry. I know who Janeway is. I especially liked her Native American first officer, Chakotay.
“Really? I never met a woman who had actually heard of the show. Is this yours?” He nodded in the direction of the green less than beautiful car.
“Untrustworthy as it is.”
She found herself drawn to the slightly nerdy bartender, and they were at her car. If he were a date, she’d expect a kiss. If a guy tried to French her, plastering her against her car, she definitely wouldn’t go out with him again. If he pursed up his lips reminiscent of a second grader, she’d pass on him too. A firm, light touch of the lips solicited a second date, unless he’d triggered one of her taboo areas during the evening. This included rhapsodizing about the wonders of his mother, complaining bitterly about his ex, and every other woman who passed through his life, or expecting sexual favors as a nightcap.
A press on the keychain fob unlocked the car, turning on the interior light and highlighting the backseat complete with all the bachelorette gear for a friend’s party. Maybe Jackson wouldn’t notice the cake in the shape of male genitalia. At five times the real size, it was hard to miss. Jackson covered his mouth in sudden coughing fit and turned his head slightly away. He hadn’t missed it.
“Are you a baker by trade?” he asked in a choked voice.
“Argh, I prayed you didn’t see that. A business associate in my building is getting married. Shirley, a sixty-plus widow, picked out all the goodies. I’m the lucky one who gets to haul it all around. If they knew how unreliable my car has been lately, they might have picked someone else.” She put her hand on the door only to find his hand there already.
“Allow me.” He opened the door. “What’s wrong with your car?”
“Starter.” She slid in, turned the key, and listened to the car grind and not start. “It takes a while for it to catch. I know I should get a new one, but…”
“What?” He braced his arms against the roof of her car and leaned in to talk to her. “Why aren’t you fixing it? It’s not safe for you to be out on your own and not be able to get your car started, especially in a dark parking lot.”
Same lecture her father gave her a few days before. She sighed and muttered “Thanks, Dad.”
Jackson recoiled, slamming his head on the open door frame. Damn, just when she thought he might kiss her. Not that he should, but she hoped he would. It would mean he was interested in her, although he’d already shown her more attention than she’d had in the last six months. Still, he was probably just a nice guy who walked lone women to their cars.
He spun away from her to better curse under his breath, holding his head with both hands. Getting out of her car, she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him from the back, an extremely bold move on her part.
“I’m sorry Jackson you’re nothing like my father, with the exception he’s a nice guy. You’re a nice guy. He has brown hair. You have brown hair. He has—oh, I’m babbling.”
Jackson turned slowly in her loose embrace until he faced her. “I like it when you babble.” His lips moved closer to hers when a voice broke into their romantic bubble.
“Jack, I can’t get the credit card machine to work,” a disembodied female voice called out.
She not only heard his sigh, she felt it. He backed off, dug out his wallet, and pawed thought the contents until he produced a battered business card and handed it to her.
“The guy who owns this garage is a friend and a former co-worker. He’ll give you a free estimate and do honest work. Try starting the car again. I don’t want to leave without it running.” Jackson glanced back at the figure at the door.
“Okay.” She hopped into the car and cranked the engine again, hoping it would start.
She didn’t need her wonky car holding up business. This time it caught. Backing out, she waved at Jackson. Would this be the last time she saw him? Probably not if she continued to use the restaurant to meet her dates, the thought of him watching her soldier through inappropriate pairings would make her even more self-conscious. Why didn’t she ask him out? Maybe she read the signs wrong. It might horrify the guy. The thought of even more masculine rejection tightened her lips and steeled her determination to give dating a break.
Want to read more. All my ebooks are 20% off on www.secretcravingspublishing.com. Usecode: Morgan20
Do not forget to comment for prizes.
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