Kiss and Tell: Love at First Handshake with Celia Kyle

by Guest Blogger on April 15, 2011 · 1 comment

in J-L, Kiss and Tell

by Celia Kyle, guest blogger and author of Wicked Prey

I was young when I met my hubby, barely out of high school and trudging my way through community college. Ugh. Monday through Friday, seven until noon.

Of course, there was always a bright point in my days. Monday, Wednesday, Friday…seven in the morning and I’d be sitting outside my English 101 classroom, waiting for the professor to show. Funny thing, Craig would be there, too. Both of us were early birds and would arrive at least fifteen minutes early.

But it’s not like we actually talked to each other. Oh, no, that would have been too easy, right? Nope, we stared at each other out of the corner of our eyes when we didn’t think the other was looking. That went on, class after class, for at least two months. Pathetic, huh?

Don’t worry, it gets better. One of us “grows a pair”.

Um, it wasn’t me.

You see, Craig had to quit school and rather than lose me and miss out on what could be the greatest thing to ever happen to him… *snort* He looked me up in the phonebook and called me. Out of the blue and before that night, the most we’d said to each other was, “Hey, did we have homework last night?” <-Okay, that was me that asked. Dumb huh?

That first night? We talked for four hours straight. Not a breath or a gap or uncomfortable silence to be heard.

The next night, we went out on our first date. A late dinner at Applebees (go quesadillas!) and then he brought me home, walking me to my door like a true gentleman.

I stood there, nervous, keys jingling, smile beaming, and waited for our first kiss. Even if it was a peck, I was ready. Woo hoo!

Know what I got?

Yup, you guessed it. A handshake.

Jeez, I love that man.

It’s eleven years later and we’re still together, barely any time spent apart. Of course, we’ve progressed past handshakes by now. *wink*

Wicked Prey:

Arria moves through life, a fierce predator slithering amongst the prey. Or is she? Even the fiercest hunter can become the hunted. The pursued. The captured. The killed. But what if she wants to be snared?

This short story is one of contrasts, the differences between predator and prey, hints of domination & submission and want & need between lovers. There’s a certain glory in the differences in their colors, but their cultural contrasts relate to their animal counterparts and not those that may appear in a contemporary work, addressing current stereotypes.

Arria is a black mamba, one of the deadliest, yet vulnerable, snakes known to man, while Liv is a goshawk, a natural predator of snakes. They could–should–kill one another yet can’t fight the attraction, or the risk associated with becoming close. Their sex is primal, fierce, and loving, constantly changing with the ebb and flow of their control over each other. (6,990 words)

Buy: Wicked Prey

About Celia:
Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.

Visit her at http://celiakyle.com or http://summerhousepublishing.com

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1 Jordan K. Rose April 16, 2011 at 7:09 AM

Celia- that is adorable! I loved your love story. Thanks so much for sharing. Really made me smile. Jordan

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