Today I have the wonderful Shelly Crane on the blog to talk to you a little bit about kissing as part of her blog tour for her new book, Smash Into You.
Locking lips, smooching, necking, pecking, mouth mauling, lip therapy, mouth to mouth, making out, first base, sucking face, frenching, swapping spit, tongue wrestling, tongue lashing, snogging (thank you Harry Potter), tonsil hockey, smushy goodness, kissing…
My absolute favorite parts to write. Thank you Urban Dictionary for that lovely list.
If done correctly, in writing kiss scenes, with just enough description to make you melt but force your imagination as well, you should be able to feel all the emotions even without words between the two characters. I want you to feel his hands on her waist, his fingers in her hair, feel all the goosebumps that he provides on the arm of the girl he’s wooing. I don’t just write the mushy stuff to make you swoon, I want you to feel it, bone deep as something magical happens between them. I don’t have a process or a plan when I write, especially kissing scenes. I think it should flow and make you feel exactly like it were happening to you when you read it. You should know it’s coming and feel the anticipation of it just as the character does. It should just come into the story when it’s natural and give you butterflies, give you chills, give you shivers, give you a blush stretching from your neck to your cheeks.
You should be consumed with giddiness when you read a truly fantastic kissing scene. I hope that when you pick up one of my books, that you feel every emotion, every touch, that you can imagine exactly the way they both connect down to the goose bumps and lips and tongues and fingers through the hair. I hope it makes you remember your first real, good, solid kiss and if you’ve never been kissed, I hope it gives you something to look forward to.
My books are mushy, gushy, and gooey. My love stories are sweet and all consuming. That’s the way I write. And all my stories begin in my mind with a world-rocking kiss on the horizon.
Jude has spent the whole twenty one years of his life running. From what, he wasn’t quite sure. His mother tried to keep him safe; a low profile, a constant move on the horizon, a week’s pay always stashed away. She tried to instill in him that he was special somehow, though would never elaborate. He never felt different. He was so completely normal and vanilla that he wondered if it had all been in her head. But then she was murdered and all he saw was a running silhouette of a man as his mother said three final words to him. Three words that changed his whole being.
Never stop running…
Now he’s semi-settled into a big town. The college is huge and easy to blend into. It’s been three months since he had to move because ‘Biloxi’, as he calls the man who killed his mother, found him once more.
Then Marley, an eighteen year old girl who is as infuriating as she is blissfully ignorant of her gorgeousness, smashes into his car with hers. Then smashes into his life as he realizes that whatever it is he has that Biloxi wants, she has it, too. And now, they’re after them both.
About the Author
Shelly is a NEW YORK TIMES & USA TODAY bestselling YA author from a small town in Georgia and loves everything about the south. She is wife to a fantastical husband and stay at home mom to two boisterous and mischievous boys who keep her on her toes. She loves paperbacks, coffee, and candy corn, and to spend time with her family and friends, go out to eat at new restaurants and site see in the new areas they travel to, listen to music and also LOVES to read.Her own books happen by accident and she revels in the writing and imagination process. She doesn’t go anywhere without her notepad for fear of an idea creeping up and not being able to write it down immediately, even in the middle of the night, where her best ideas are born.