Does your novel include a bit of romance? If so, there’s probably a kissing scene. Kissing scenes are hot, but for a writer they can be intimidating.
How do you make each kissing scene unique?
Last night I participated in My Book Therapy’s online presentation about how including the five senses into our kissing scenes can make them hot. Susie May Warren, Rachel Hauck, and Beth Vogt shared their specific tips. (Getting therapy for our book scenes is a part of being a team member at My Book Therapy. Check them out.)
For this post, I’m sharing a little about what I learned about TASTE.
The next time you kiss your significant other stop and do the following:
- Identify his taste. Does he have a garlic flavor from his lunch?
- How does his taste connect to your emotions? Does the sweet flavor of his kiss remind you of a pleasant memory? Which one? Why?
Here are a few things to consider when adding TASTE to your kissing scene menu:
- Who’s point-of-view are you writing from? A woman might be more hyper-sensitive to a man’s taste than a man, but not necessarily. It depends on your character. Even when tasting you have to stay in character. What would she notice? Would she care? Would he ignore her onion breath because the feeling of her arms around him is more important?
- What smells fit your character? Is your guy character a rugged guy who works in a saw mill or on a horse ranch? Or is he a surfer type who tastes like minty Chapstick or bitter sunscreen?
- What emotion does the kiss taste like? Use taste to open memories. Does his taste remind your heroine of a memory she’d rather forget? Or one she’d forgotten? Does his flavor bring fond memories of a lost love? Tie the emotion of the taste into the description.
The bitterness of his kiss reminded her of the first time she drank unsweetened tea.
She tasted the future of all their tomorrows in the sweetness of his lips.
His kiss tasted like a good stiff drink, giving everything a skewed perspective.
She tasted the tangy flavor of melon on his lips, reminding her of the sweetness of summer.
As he placed his lips on mine I tasted the ruggedness of his strength and felt safe.
His kiss tasted as delicious and pure as a new born baby.
His lips tasted like acid, reminding her of his broken promises, hurtling back up in her throat.