I’m a hopeless romantic so there’s no way I could resist the Kissing Day Blogfest. Here’s my excerpt from HATSHEPSUT: FEMALE PHARAOH.
Senenmut didn’t move, but stood rigid as stone until Hatshepsut’s hand reached out to clasp his. The silence seemed to last forever, just the sound of their breath mingling with each inhale and exhale, their fingers interlaced. She wanted that flawless moment to last forever, the two of them standing on a precipice they could never return from, each aching for the other. She reached up, tracing the narrow white line that scarred his forehead. Senenmut’s resolve shattered, a groan escaping his lips.
When their lips touched, it was for a kiss as searing as the winds of a summer khamsin, leaving Hatshepsut breathless in its wake. Senenmut’s arms bound her to him, his hands wrapped in her hair as the kiss ravaged her willpower.
And yet, she was Queen of Egypt. This was treason.