Chocolate Roses is at the printers!
Janie Rose Whitaker’s whole world revolved around her chocolate shop until Roger Wentworth and his daughter Emily moved in next door. Anyone would think he fit the mold of the “perfect guy,” but soon Rose discovers the secrets of Roger’s life. The more Rose resists getting involved in his complex life, the further they are drawn into a bittersweet relationship. You will laugh, cry, and crave chocolate as you read this humorous LDS, Jane Eyre parody.
Since Chocolate Roses is a love story, I invite everyone to tell a funny story about a kiss--in good taste, of course. My story is the classic one. My date, hoping to get a kiss at the doorstep, leaned against the doorbell. My father greeted us seconds later. Needless to say, there was no kiss.
My date looked finally ready to offer me a kiss after dating for two months. He was just leaning forward when we heard a horrid crash, which needless to say interrupted any hope of a kiss. He jumped off the porch with an oh no and promptly ran down the block where his car had slipped out of gear and crashed into the back of the neighbor's car. It took him another two weeks to work up to another kiss...IN my house. :) FYI: It was worth the wait.
ReplyDeleteGreat story, Karen. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI don't know how funny this is but a good one to tell my kids to ward them off of kissing. I kissed this guy who didn't tell me that he wasn't feeling well. During the middle of the kiss he must have tried to breathe out of his nose or something. As he did so a huge nose goober came and landed on me. Before I knew what was going on he pulled back wiped my face and ran for the bathroom. I really tried to not make him feel bad but I WAS SO DISGUSTED and NEVER kissed him again!
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, I didn't know that you wrote!! Now I need to go get myself some copies of your books!
ReplyDeleteOkay, I have a story to share and your daughter probably already knows it...
Once upon a time there was a boy I decided I wanted to kiss. This was a big deal because I had waited fairly long to kiss any boy, ever.
One night, after a night out, he took me home and we were chatting by his car. No surprise, that magic moment came. He leaned in. Our lips met. And then so did our teeth.
I happened to think it was pretty funny, so I pulled back and laughed. He wasn't too happy and not too long after things were cut off between us.
Lesson learned:
Boys don't like to be laughed at when they kiss you.
Also, even if you find a kiss-mishap story hilarious, use discretion. Don't share it with your English teacher, in front of an entire class (in which he was also in) because then you will get ribbed for it for the rest of your high school years and be nick-named 'mack-momma'.
Thank you Candice for the story and the advice!
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