Lynne Barron Author of Romantic Novels

Kisses, Kisses and More Kisses

As a writer of erotic romance novels I am admittedly obsessed with kisses.

Deliciously soft and slow kisses.

Decadently wild and hungry kisses.

First kisses, farewell kisses, chaste kisses, passionate kisses and every imaginable kiss in between.

I love them all.

But there is a special place in my heart for those kisses that take my hero or heroine by surprise, the soft brush of his lips when she expected to be devoured, the tempestuous twist of her tongue when he anticipated bashful resistance.

And my absolute favorite, the kiss that a man never imagined was part of his vast repertoire of kisses, a kiss that is as much about his hand tracing the slope of her cheek as his tongue trailing along the seam of her lips, a kiss that is both tender and fierce, exploration and discovery, a kiss that is a mingling of his breath and hers until he can taste them together on his tongue, a kiss that makes him think…

Wow, I didn’t even know I knew how to kiss like this.

Kisses inspire me to write, write and write some more in hopes that one day I will write a kiss so tender, so passionate, so out of control ferocious and sweet and sensual and just plain yummy that I will think…

Wow, I didn’t even know I knew how to write a kiss like this.

The Perils of Finding a Publisher

Becoming a published author is a lot like turning down a pretty little tree-lined lane you’ve passed every day but never taken the time to explore. At first you are intrigued by this new path, curious as to where it will lead and certain you will be able to find your way back.

The first leg of your journey is all smooth roads and pretty scenery as you plot out the story that’s been flitting around in your mind for months or perhaps years. You stroll along when the words are flowing at a nice even pace, skip about when they are falling from your fingertips faster than you can type them, and stop to rest when you slam into a detour sign and the words simply disappear. But eventually you get back on the straight and narrow, or twisted and curvy if you are writing an erotic scene with hills and valleys and long legs twining and tangling.

Before you know it the end appears to be in sight, a sun-dappled park with a parade of publishers clamoring to accept your novel and a fountain overflowing with royalties.
Then you type those two little words.

The End.

And you realize you have not reached the end of your idyllic journey at all. No, you have arrived at the base of a mountain and to reach the summit you must traverse steep inclines, jump from jagged cliffs, and swim through a river of foamy rapids.
Writing a novel is a walk along a pretty little tree lined lane.
Finding someone, anyone with a desire to read your manuscript, let alone actually publish it, is a trek up Mount Kilimanjaro.