100th Sunday Snog!

Hi folks....it's been a while, but here I am again with a Sunday Snog.  This time we're celebrating the 100th Sunday Snog...thanks to the genius of Victoria Blisse and her other half Kev :-)

Here is mine - it's not a traditional kiss.  And it's really HOT! So if you don't like explicit sex, then you'd better move to another page now.

Right. Still here? Very good!

Here it is:

From KINKY BET

“Don’t think too much, just go with your gut. Do you want to continue? Or will you give up and use your safe word?”

“No!”

“No, what? You must be very clear here. Everything is consensual. If you’re not sure, everything stops and you go home. So what are you saying?”

She ran her tongue over her dry lips. “I don’t want to use my safe word, Sir.”

There. She’d said it, and she suddenly felt lighter and more relaxed than she had in a long time.

The murmur from the crowd got louder and some even clapped their hands.

“I’m glad to hear it, girl, because I’ve got a room full of friends here just dying to see you come.” He traced a finger along the centre of her spine, warming her cool skin. “And trust me, fire girl, you’re going to come like a freight train,” he whispered for her ears only.

Oh God. Just hearing his sexy voice talk about orgasms made her sweat. His shoes scuffed across the floor as he moved away from her head. The room went silent and she found herself once again breathing in short and sharp inspirations. A pulse in her head thrummed in unison to the beats of her heart against her chest while she waited for whatever came next.

As if choreographed and timed to precision, three people attached themselves to her at once. One on each of her breasts, and one on her clit. The triple sensation had her pussy clenching tightly as a small orgasm slipped out. Her breasts were now sucked harder, one of her tormentors biting lightly while the other applied a different technique, using their tongue to flip back and forth over her nipple. Who were these people? Were they men or women? At this point she didn’t care, as long as they didn’t stop!

Another joined the sensual assault, sliding a finger into her pussy while the assault on her clit continued unabated. The only sounds she heard were the moist suckling, and the slick friction of the finger inside her. At some point her mind switched off. It became all about the sensations. Warm, wet and a little bit of pain thrown in, then soothed with gentle kisses and licks. They continued to tease her and draw the experience out. Every time the beginnings of a release surfaced, the crowd seemed to know and eased off, only to start up again until she felt like a combustion engine about to explode. Conal had warned her she would come hard, but she didn’t know if she could take any more of this erotic torture.

“Please.”

At the sound of her voice, everyone released her simultaneously.

“Now is that the proper way to address your Master? Please what?”

“Please, Sir. I need to come in a bad way.”

Conal’s deep laugh echoed through the room. “You’ve certainly been a bad girl so far, but I think you asked nicely enough.”

She gasped as the triple assault resumed, but this time when she got close again, the intensity increased and she thrashed her head back and forth in an attempt to stop herself from screaming out.

“You may come for us now, fire girl,” Conal whispered, close to her ear. Before she had time to process what that meant her body exploded. Her muscles clenched, giving up on any effort to control the spasms overtaking her.

“Let it go, Enya. You’ve given yourself to us. Your pleasure is our pleasure.”

At his words she released her muscles.

“Holy shit,” she cried out as the floodgates opened and wave after wave of pleasure took over her body. “Thank you, Sir!”

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BLISSE KISS SPRING FLING - The Relic - Action/Adventure novel

Hey everyone. I'm participating in the brilliant Victoria Blisse's BLISSE KISS SPRING FLING!

Below you'll find my Sunday Snog from my action adventure book THE RELIC

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Blurb:

They used to be a great team, but could they forget the past long enough to save their lives?

Finding herself in the wilds of a Penang rainforest wasn't something Magda was exactly happy about. Being there on a mission to recover an ancient relic that threatened world peace certainly had its appeal, but the heat, the bugs and wild animals quickly cancelled out any of the excitement of the chase. Adding to her misery was the arrival on the scene of the last person she ever wanted to cross paths with. Vincent Stone, her rival in the search for the relic, and her ex-lover. The man who'd ripped out her heart and trampled on it had no business being in the same country as her, let alone the same town.

Vincent isn't doing much better as he tries to remember why he'd broken it off with her. She made him feel more than anyone else but in his line of work, and with his past history, he didn't have room for a relationship. But damn, she made him want one.

Fate has a way of playing with realities though and as they teamed up they both came to realise that sometimes it was better to just go with the flow. They used to be a great team, but could they forget the past long enough to save their lives?

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In this snog scene - Magda and Vince are captive in a deep pit in the jungles of Penang. They're about to spring out of their prison, so I thought it was a perfect selection for the Blisse Kiss Spring Fling!

Enjoy!


     Magda woke to someone squeezing her shoulder. She tried in vain to push the hand away, but it persisted.
     “Mags,” a voice whispered. Hot breath tickled her ear as the voice got closer. “Mags, it’s time.”
     Time? Huh? She opened her eyes, looking around her with fuzzy vision. Where was she again?
     “Mags, we have to get moving. They’ve been quiet for about an hour now, and we don’t have much time. Are you okay to stand?”
     Oh shit. She remembered now. The pit. They had to climb out of the pit. “Sure, I’m fine. Just give me a minute.”
     Reaching above her head, she stretched her arms, before circling her head for a couple of neck stretches to work out the incredibly stiff kinks she felt. Vincent was doing the same, although she noticed he was still seriously favouring his injured side. It must hurt like hell, but he was being a big man and not complaining. She had to give him that. He was no whiner.
     Holding on to the wall for balance, she stood. She rubbed her arms vigorously to counter the fact that the temperature had dropped considerably since she’d fallen asleep. She held her hand out to Vince to offer assistance, but he wasn’t having any of it, shaking his head as he struggled to get up.
     “It’s easier if I do it myself, Mags. I know which bits hurt.”
     Fine, if that’s the way he wants to play it, let him! Listening to his muffled curses, she walked to the other side of the pit where Vince had made the rough steps in the rock. She hitched her breath when she realised it wasn’t going to be as easy as she’d first thought. The angle of the wall was almost completely vertical, and some parts of it angled in toward the pit, so gravity was not going to help her here.
     The knot in her stomach grew tighter as she thought about the alternatives of not trying. She’d managed to piss off Thornton and his guards, so they would be out for revenge first chance they got. She shuddered as she remembered the lascivious sneer of the one guard as he’d gotten great enjoyment out of cutting her shirt off her and leering at her breasts.
She jumped when a pair of hands closed over her shoulders and a firm body leaned into her back. Her head slipped back to listen as Vincent’s warm breath whispered in her ear.
     “Are you going to be okay with this?”
     No. “Yes. It’s a piece of cake.”
     Cool lips touched her neck and she shivered again, although this time not from the cold.
     “You are braver than any woman I know, Mags,” he said as he smoothed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Never doubt that you can do it. I don’t.”
     Aw shit. Why did he have to be so sweet when she was trying to get him out of her system? She turned to face him and cupped his face with her hands. “For an arrogant bastard, you say the sweetest things, Stone.”
     Then she kissed him softly, pouring out all her feelings into that brief touch of soft skin to soft skin. Even though she knew he would never fully be hers, for this poignant moment in time, they were the only man and woman on the planet. When she pulled away, Vincent was as breathless as she was, and his sexy smile gave her strength.
     Breathing out on a sigh, she turned back to the wall. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

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The BIG BLISSE KISS - Illuminations

Welcome to the BIG BLISSE KISS!

It's a special SUNDAY SNOG today in celebration of Valentine's Day!  Thanks to the wonderful Victoria Blisse for coming up with this wonderful concept :-)

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My special Sunday Snog today is from my Erotic Victorian Historical story - ILLUMINATIONS!

 BLURB:

When you dip your finger in the fire – you get burned!
When Darius and his friend Jamie find Gemma, a young scullery maid, peeking through a shaded window at a ménage scene with one of their guests, they have just the right punishment for her.

Gemma finds she is unable to tear her eyes from the scandalous scene in front of her. Why didn’t she run from this act of depravity? And why did watching it make her body feel heat in places she’d never felt heat before?

Before the hot summer evening is over Gemma finds herself at the mercy of not one, but two very handsome young men who not only want to teach her a lesson, but as she soon finds out – she is the lesson, and this time she is the one with an audience.

Reader Advisory: This book contains hot scenes featuring voyeurism and m/f/m sex that some readers may find illuminating.

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Darius stood by his window swirling the brandy in his glass when a flash of movement caught his eye. By the light of the moon he could just make out a reddish glint in the curls of the woman as she hurried to hide in the centre of the hedge.

Interesting.

He continued to watch for a few minutes, but she had yet to reappear.

He smiled. There was no time like the present to start her lessons, he thought. He drained his glass and placed it on the side table near his door as he left the room.

He slipped through the kitchen and reached the garden scant minutes later. He spied a strip of white poking through the leaves of the hedge. Good, he thought.  She was still there. Upon hearing a loud, lusty cry from the other side of the hedge, he knew the reason behind her hiding place.

She really is a naughty girl, he thought. And naughty girls deserve to be taught a lesson.

He walked quietly towards the hedge just as his quarry backed out. He grabbed her upper arms to prevent her colliding into him. “Shh…” he whispered against her ear. “They will hear you.”

She struggled against him, rubbing her delectable bottom against his groin, gasping when his erection pressed against her. Good. He wanted her to know that finding her enjoying a carnal act pleasured him.

“Please let me go, sir,” she whispered.

He smiled, sensing her arousal. “Why would you want to leave, my dear?” Sliding a hand over her arm and brushing her hair aside, he exposed the white skin of her neck. “Just when it’s getting interesting.”

She shivered, turning her head to the side. “We shouldn’t be watching, sir. It’s private.”

He nuzzled her neck and placed his lips against the sensitive spot just below her ear. “That’s where you are wrong. Unless the activities are in a private room, all is open to be seen here at Maitland House.”

Gemma fidgeted, trying to turn to face him. “B-b-but why would anyone agree to th-that? “

He wrapped both his arms around her body, brushing her breasts. “Because, my dear one, this place is about fantasies. Being watched, like watching, is something people enjoy.”

“But that is wicked!”

Darius laughed softly. “Some might say so, but do you really believe that to feel pleasure, to live out your deepest fantasies…is wicked?” he said as he cupped her breasts.

Her nipples lengthened. Gemma gasped and wriggled. I…um…” She leant her body back against his, sighing as her bottom touched his groin.

“Well? I expect an answer, Gemma,” he said, tweaking her nipples and squeezing them gently.

She struggled against him and lifted her arms, covering his hands with her own and tugging at them.

But he held firm. “Answer me. Can you honestly say you would forgo pleasure just because society tells you you must?”

She shook her head back and forth. ”I don’t…I don’t really know, sir.”

His heart lifted at her response. He was correct in believing she was ready for this. “Very good. An honest answer.” He released her nipples and placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him. “Do not ever deny your pleasure or your needs, little one. It leads to many problems, some you would not even dream of.”

“But what if some of those needs are not allowed. What of the new laws?”

“You speak of the Labouchere amendment? I am impressed that you are aware of the affairs of the government.”

She took a step backwards. ”Impressed, sir? Why? Because as a scullery maid I am not expected to read?”

Intrigued with her spirit, he smiled. “Quite frankly, my dear, yes. I have never before met a scullery maid who reads the newspaper.”

She looked up, her eyes flashing and her nostrils flaring. “I was not always a scullery maid sir. Before I came to Maitland House I was a lady’s maid and companion.”

That certainly explained her dignity and her eloquent speech. His interest was truly piqued. “Is that so? And for whom did you fulfil these onerous duties?”

She looked away. “No one of any consequence, sir. You should be more interested in how you keep the constabulary from closing down this household and locking you and the master away in the Old Bailey.”

The sound of more laughter accompanied by footsteps signalled the departure of the couple from the other side of the hedge.

“It seems our friends have left us,” he said as he reached up and slipped a stray curl behind her ear. “Do not worry on our account, we are quite safe within these walls. The master has many friends and clients from the government.”

She shivered when he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. Her skin was as soft as the finest velvet.

“Th-that is very interesting, sir.”

He stepped closer, feeling her soft breath against his neck as he rested his chin on the top of her head. “Yes it is, but not as interesting as you, my dear. Now tell me more about your previous life.”

Moving her head, she tried to step away, but the hedge impeded her progress. “It’s all very boring, sir. I am sure there are others here at Maitland House who are more interesting than I.”

He leant forward, speaking softly against her ear. “I can see you are not ready to trust me yet, little one. But you will in time.”

Her shoulders rose as she shivered, despite the summer evening. “Please, sir, I should go back to my room,” she whispered. “I am needed in the kitchen in a few short hours.”

He sighed, knowing he should not hold her from her duties. “I will let you go when you agree to allow me to gain your trust.”

“I do not understand, sir.”

“If you will agree to meet with me tomorrow, I will show you more ways to feel pleasure.” He placed a finger over her lips. “Before you say no, I will assure you that nothing will happen unless you allow it to. If you ask to stop our lessons, I will honour your wishes.”

She stared at him, her face a picture of innocence. “I am not sure what you are asking, sir.”

“I want to show you what is possible. I want to teach you not to deny your feelings or that wonderful passion I see beneath your very proper appearance.” He kissed her lightly on her forehead, her skin warm and soft against his lips.

She looked away from him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I shouldn’t, sir.”

He smiled.  “But you will.”

Still she refused to look at him. “You will let me go if I ask it of you?”

“You have my word as a gentleman.”

“Please, sir. May I have this night to think about it?”

He cupped her face with both hands, turning her to face him. “Look at me, Gemma.”

She slowly raised her eyes. “Please?”

His face was barely inches from her mouth. Her sweet breath mingled with his as he whispered against her lips. “You have until morning.”

She licked her bottom lip.

“Here is something to help you think about it.” His mouth covered hers.

He had expected to coax her mouth open, but nothing prepared him for the spark of electricity once their lips met. His tongue licked along the seam of her mouth and she willingly opened for him, allowing him to invade the velvet depths. She sighed as he explored her mouth, flicking in and out slowly and sending heat coursing through his veins.  He licked and tongued and suckled her mouth as she leant into his embrace. 

He struggled to withdraw, especially as his cock was as hard as a pole, but he knew the pleasure that awaited them on the morrow was worth some self-restraint now. As he eased away from the kiss, he smoothed his hands down her shoulders and gently pushed her back. Her eyes were burning with need and he almost took her again, but reluctantly held back. “Until tomorrow, little one.”

Her breathing was ragged as she stared at him for a few more seconds before walking to the house. He kept watching as she slipped back through the kitchen door, closing it softly behind her.

Only then did he allow himself to adjust his trousers. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day indeed.

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SUNDAY SNOG - The Master's Prize

Hey folks...here we are again with a SUNDAY SNOG!  Today I have the first kiss between the reluctant sub Elise and her soon to be Master - Mitch.  That's right...it's from THE MASTER'S PRIZE - my first BDSM story with Total-e-bound.

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EXCERPT from THE MASTER'S PRIZE from Total-e-bound

“Hoo wee, ladies and gents, we have a winner. A donation is making its way up to the studio as we speak to claim his kiss with the sexy Miss Elise Blake. Stay tuned for this momentous occasion. We’ll be back with the tongue action after these few words from our ever-popular sponsors. Don’t move.”

Throwing off his earpiece again, he raced out into the corridor to meet the elevator. As the doors opened he stopped in his tracks then moved forward laughing. “Mitch Collins! Bloody great to see you, mate. How’ve you been?”

“Can’t complain,” said the deep voice belonging to the man coming out of the elevator. “Things will be infinitely better once I get what I came for.”

Davo shook his hand vigorously. “The kiss, oh yeah, the kiss. Well, you’re a lucky bastard, Mitch. She’s a real looker.”

“So I believe.”

Elise almost fainted on the spot. She recognised both the name and the sexiest voice she'd ever heard. It was him, the man from the BDSM club. Shit! The club she’d gone to after her crazy friend Nicole dared her. He was the training master who had the body she’d been having erotic dreams about and somehow he’d found out her name. How had he done that? The memory of how much she’d been turned on by that place freaked her out, and the thought that this gorgeous hunk of man presumed that she would be his willing slave made her fascinated, angry, and scared to death at the same time. And, if she was truly honest with herself, incredibly turned on. However, she still wasn’t quite sure she could go through with the whole dominant–submission thing, so once when he'd called looking for her and told her secretary that they had met at a friend’s club and she realised where he meant. Afraid of what the consequences would be if she gave in to her desires, she'd decided not to return his calls. She’d been avoiding him for weeks. In fact, she’d been trying to forget that night at the club altogether, not that it was easy. The erotic scenes she’d witnessed invaded her dreams every night, and now a consequence of that visit was standing right here in front of her. Holy shit, great predicament, Elise!

Bloody hell, why did he have to be so damn gorgeous? She’d looked him up on the Internet and the photos she’d found didn’t do him justice at all. The shaggy dark brown hair was the same, but those dark blue eyes rimmed by those incredibly long eyelashes, and that lopsided grin? Oh man, then there was his body. It should be illegal for a man to have shoulders so broad and a bum so muscular you just wanted to sink your teeth into it.

It doesn’t matter.

She still didn’t want to go out with him, especially after the arrogant way he’d been pursuing her. He didn’t seem to understand the meaning of the word ‘no’, and she still didn’t understand why he picked her. She was sure they’d never met in person before. In fact, along with the mask, she’d been careful not to interact with anyone at that club. She wasn’t sure she was ready to explore that particular fantasy for real. Not yet.

Anyway, it was the principle of the thing. She had no time for rich jerks who thought they only had to flash some cash and every woman would jump at being their slave. She’d already done the rich boyfriend thing and it sucked big time. Even if she did fantasise about giving over control of her body to a dominant lover, she always chose her own men on her own terms, and that was the way she liked it. If she kept reminding her self of that fact, she just might believe it too.

Mitch caught her looking and smiled with that impossibly sexy mouth. Oh man, what a smug smile. Even if he did make her insides shiver, she wasn’t putting up with smug. Standing up straight to her full five foot seven in height, she stared him right in the face… around about his chin level actually…and spoke. “And who might you be?”

The smile didn’t waver even for a millisecond. He was good, but she was better.

“I take it you have the required money with you, Mr.…? What did you say your name was?”

Davo stepped in between them, grabbing Elise’s hand. “Elise love, don’t you recognise him? This is Mitchell Collins. He’s the owner of Collins Technology. Of course he has the money, and if he hasn’t got it on him, I know he’s good for it.”

Throwing Davo’s hand back to him, Elise moved to stand beside him so she could keep an eye on her quarry. “Oh? You sell computers or something?” She knew exactly how much he was worth, but there was no way she was letting him know that. Let him put that in his pipe and smoke it!

The corners of his mouth kicked up just a touch. “Something like that, Elise. And please call me Mitch. There’s no need to be so formal under the circumstances now is there?” In a few minutes, we’ll be on quite intimate terms.”

Her mind went into overdrive. Oh shit! This was the man in her fantasy dreams. Oh God, don’t lose it now, Elise. Forcing herself to calm down, she took a deep breath in and blew it out slowly. She could do calm. She was in complete control of herself. And pigs might fly too, but she was sure going to give it a try.

“Why not, Mr. Collins? In a few minutes, it will be all over and we’ll probably never see each other again. Why bother getting familiar?”

“Elise! Don’t forget Mitch is donating money to our charity…”

Mitch laughed. A deep, throaty, sexy laugh. Damn. Why did that sound make her panties dampen of their own accord?

“I don’t mind calling you Miss Blake if you really want me to. Makes no difference to me. It’s all in a good cause.”

Great going, Elise. Keep it coming, nice and easy. “So you’ll just give us the money then?”

There came that laugh again. “Nice try, but no. I always collect on what I’m owed, and make no mistake, I plan on collecting from you, Miss Blake, and the pleasure will be mutual. You can count on that.”

Damn.

A spiral of anticipation ran up and down her spine and then made a beeline to her pussy at his last words, but before she had a chance to reply, the studio technician popped his head out the office door in the nick of time.

 “I’ve played four songs and I’m on the third commercial. You guys better get your arses back here and now or we’ll lose the listeners.”

Davo jumped to attention. “Okay, guys, we’d better get to the studio. Do your lip lumbering exercises, we’re about to broadcast a five thousand dollar lip lock.”

Great.

Shit.

Hell.

How the fuck was she going to get out of this?

Davo showed Mitch in to the studio then turned to Elise, whispering in her ear as he leaned towards her. “You have to do this, Elise. No getting out of it now. Come on, it’ll be fun.” He placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards him, looping his other arm through hers.

It looked like there was no escaping it. Bloody hell. It was only a kiss. Only a kiss with a practicing dominant who’d finally caught up with her. Sure. Only a kiss. Maybe once he got the kiss from her, he’d leave her alone.

Yes, hold that thought.

Did she really believe that?

Nope, not for a minute. Not after all the trouble he’d gone to. She wouldn’t put it past him to have engineered the whole thing.

“Elise?” Davo whispered, his hand covering the mike.

She sucked in a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll do it. But remember, it’s just a show for charity. Nothing more.”

Davo let out a relieved breath as he reclaimed the microphone. “Okay, listeners, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The Big Kiss! We have computer tycoon, Mitchell Collins, here live in the studio about to lay one on our gorgeous newsreader, Elise Blake. Woo wee, I can feel the heat from here and they haven’t even started yet.”

The grinning disc jockey pressed a button on the panel in front of him and a sucking sound effect rang throughout the studio. Elise stuck her tongue out at him, and blushed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Just great. Thanks to her pale colouring she could always count on her body to embarrass her just at the wrong moment.

“Take your places, Mitch and Elise.”

Mitch turned to Elise and placed his hands on either side of her face. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

She tried to be nonchalant. She could do it if she tried really hard.

Only a kiss, remember.

“Go on. Get it over with. I just hope you cleaned your teeth this morning.”

He smiled at her.

Damn, the insult didn’t work.

There was that sexy, cocky and smug grin again. What was keeping him? Just do it, for God’s sake…oh God, here it comes.

He nodded at Dano who signalled the thumbs up that the microphone was now live.

“I’m always ready to kiss a woman who has a voice like sin and a body more beautiful than I ever imagined.”

“Huh?”

The grip of his hands on her face tightened, and even though he wasn't hurting her, he held her firmly in place. “Shut up and don’t move.”

What did he say?

Before she could ask him out loud what the heck he was talking about, he brushed his lips over hers. Once, then once again. Just a light touch, but some major tingles were happening in her chest about now. Without thinking, she slipped her arms around his neck, and buried her hands in his silken hair. Her eyes closed and he went in for the kill, taking complete control.

Oh my God - the man could kiss!

The pressure increased as his tongue prodded her lips open, and she almost fainted from the intensity of the intrusion. His breath tasted of something fruity and exotic and his clever tongue was thrusting at just the right speed to cause maximum arousal.

Slow, slow, fast. Slow, slow, fast.

Breaths mingled. Tongues tangled and time stood still. Mitch slid his hands from her waist to her buttocks and squeezed. Hot liquid seeped onto her underwear as her whole body tingled with unbelievable sensation and scorching heat.

Whoa, baby!

He pulled her closer, rubbing the hard length of his erection against her body,  confirming he was as aroused as she was. Steamy pictures of them both naked and writhing together on black silk sheets flashed through her mind. She could almost feel his sweat dripping on to her chest as he thrust inside her. Holy shit!

The sound of raucous whistles and clapping brought her back to reality. Pushing herself away from Mitch, she sucked in a deep breath, turning away from him so she could get her bearings.

Oh my God!

She’d never gotten that turned on in such a short space of time before, especially not with a total stranger.

“We had lift off, ignition and spontaneous combustion all at once here folks. The temperature just went up twenty degrees in the studio. Phew! Now that is what I call a K.I.S.S!”

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SUNDAY SNOG - THE DREAM MASTER

Hey, it's time for the Sunday Snog again folks!  This week I have a snippet from THE DREAM MASTER. I just love Hels and Dim.

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BLURB: Working undercover and pretending to be lovers with his long-time work partner should have been a piece of cake—except good ole 'Hels' wasn’t the person Dimitri thought she was.

Genre	Suspense
Book Length	Novella
Erotic Rating	Total-e-burning
eBook Format	ePub/HTML/PDF/MSReader(lit)/Mobipocket(prc)
eReaders Supported	All current eReaders
Send direct to Kindle?	Yes
Cover art by	April Martinez
ISBN#	978-0-85715-289-3

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Dimitri tried to read his partner’s face as their captain outlined their assignment. Hels must be as freaked out as he was, but for the life of him, he couldn’t see any sign of it. The orders were to go undercover in the Dream Master’s, posing as a couple searching for the key to happiness. Since her revelation about Morpheus’ methods, she must have known there was a chance they would have to do some heavy-duty playacting to look the part. It shouldn’t be too hard since they were such great buds. She wasn’t beautiful in the classic sense, but she was attractive in her own way. He trusted her completely and was pretty sure she trusted him too, but still, it was a bit disconcerting. The slight tic in a small muscle near her eye was his first warning she wasn’t as controlled as she pretended.

“You can’t be serious, Boss.” Her face turned the dark shade of red it always did when she was riled up. “Dim and I can’t pose as lovers. We’re cops, for God’s sake.”

She whirled around to face him, her eyes pleading for him to intervene. He couldn’t. It was a damn good idea and probably their best bet to catch this bastard. “Aw, c’mon Hels.” He smiled at her, trying to ease her worry. “It won’t be too bad. You know I’m housebroken.”

She glared at him before turning back to the captain. “It’ll affect our working relationship which means we can’t do our job if that happens. There has to be another way.”

Captain Richards closed the file in front of him and sat back in his chair. “This is the only way, Peters, and you know it. Consider it an order.”

“But, Boss—”

The captain held up his hand, blocking her reply. “No buts. You and Dim make a great team and I expect you both to act professionally. Got it?”

They both stood, knowing when the boss meant business.

Dimitri got in first with a reply, “Yep.”

The captain stared at Helena. “Peters?”

She nodded, clearly unhappy but there was no other choice. “Yes, sir.”

Helena moved out the door and stormed down the corridor to her desk. She grabbed her bag and headed for the back entrance. Dimitri chased after her and jumped in the passenger seat of her Corolla as she fired up the ignition.

“What the fuck are you doing in my car?” she said through clenched teeth.

“We should talk about this, Hels.”

“We will. Later. Right now I want to spend some time on my own to get my head around this. Now get out of my car!”

Her face was no longer red. In fact, it was a pale shade of green. Did posing as lovers really affect her that way? “Does the thought of pretending to get it on with me worry you that much, kiddo?”

She turned her head away from him and stared out the window at a couple of rookies walking past in their squeaky-clean, new uniforms. He waited. After a little while, she turned back to face him again, looking a little better than a few seconds before. At least her colour had improved.

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white. “It’s not that, Dim. I’m just not very experienced with all that stuff. I’m not sure I can be convincing.”

He let out a sigh of relief. Was that all it was? “Okay, we can deal with that. Let’s go get some coffee while we come up with a game plan.”

She shrugged and looked behind her before reversing out of the parking place. “I suppose we can’t afford to muck around with this. Andre’s?”

“Nah, we need to keep this conversation private. How about your place?” Maybe she’ll relax more on her own turf. They could do this, he was sure of it. All he had to do was to get her to relax and remind himself she was his partner, not his current girlfriend. It could get messy otherwise.

Once they sat in her living room, Dimitri rethought his idea that being in her apartment would help her relax. Helena sat with her legs curled up tightly beneath her and was looking around the room—anywhere but at his face. Shit. He had to do something to break the ice or they’d get nowhere with this investigation. She was really stressed out about this. He needed to show her how easy it could be before she really freaked out.

Rising, he walked over to her chair and stood in front of her. She looked up at him, her eyes wary.

“What are you doing, Dim?”

“Put down your cup, Hels.”

She unfurled her legs and reached over to place her cup on the table. Here was his chance and he wasn’t going to waste it. In a quick move, he hooked his hands under her armpits, pulled her to her feet and swooped down on her mouth.

She twisted and attempted to turn away, but he placed his hands on either side of her head, holding her firmly in place. He traced her lips with his tongue and she gasped. At the unexpected opening, he invaded her mouth, exploring every crevice, thrusting deeper and deeper. Oh God, she tastes so good

Her hands slid up to his shoulders and she squeezed gently, drawing him closer to her. Her hair smelt of strawberries, a scent he suddenly found incredibly alluring. Sparks between them well and truly ignited a heat he never, ever expected. Shit, this is Hels. She moaned as he angled his head to taste more. He sucked in her sweet breath, groaning when she unconsciously wriggled her body against his straining jeans.

What the fuck am I doing? He couldn’t be getting a hard on? Not with Hels. She’s his partner, his buddy. They were just practicing for the mission. Fuck. Pushing gently on her shoulders, he broke their lip lock. His erratic breathing made speech fairly impossible, so he just stared at her face, trying to figure out what happened.

She stared back, those beautiful indigo eyes shining with arousal. Damn, where did that thought come from? He’d never noticed how beautiful they were before. And he’d never noticed them aroused before. Shit. This is Hels.

He dragged his gaze from hers and pushed her gently away. She landed with a small bounce on the couch across the other side of the coffee table as he backed up a few steps. His hand shook as he raked his fingers through his hair before smiling at her stunned expression.

“I guess we now know we can be convincing.” 

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SUNDAY SNOG: THE RELIC

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This snog scene is from one of my favourite books : THE RELIC.  It's a steamy action adventure and I hope you like Magda and Vince as much as I do:

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          Why did she do it? Why did she always have to go and piss him off and then totally throw him off balance by being so damn sexy? There was one thing for sure— being around Magda was never boring.
         And she was probably the most fuckable woman he knew.
         Just watching her swing those hips as she overtook him on the path back to the hut got him all hot and bothered. The Islamic disguise flapped carelessly in the breeze as it hung discarded over her shoulder and it reminded him of the trouble it was for her to stay in character. Nope, she wasn’t the submissive type at all, although from memory… she didn’t mind at all when a man took charge in the sack, as long as they got to switch every now and then.
         She turned her head and gave him a cheeky grin. “What are you smiling about, Stone? I’m kicking your butt out here in the jungle, you wimp! Pick up the pace why don’t you or it’ll be dark before we get back to the hut.”
         He chuckled to himself as the memories stirred his cock to life. He shouldn’t be enjoying himself so much when they were in such deep shite, but he couldn’t help it.
        “Not everyone can be a jungle warrior woman like you. Mags, but put me in my favoured environment and I am the Master.”
         She stopped and turned to face him, hands on her hips and a big grin on her beautiful face.      “Favoured environment? Where would that be? In a kiddies’ playground?”
         Moving quickly, he reached her, grabbed her shirt and pulled her close to him, their lips so close he could feel her sweet little breaths teasing his mouth. “Playground is right, Mags, but no kids are allowed where I am talking about. Strictly ‘Adults Only’.”
        She gasped, and he saw that cute little nervous tic at the side of her mouth just begging to be kissed, but he hesitated, waiting to see what she would do next.
        “You sound pretty sure of yourself, Stone. That’s very arrogant of you,” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
        “Not at all,” he breathed back, moving his free hand to the small of her neck and gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. “I’m very good at what I do, and I’m not afraid to prove it.”
         She moaned softly and that was all the encouragement he needed. His mouth covered hers and demanded entrance. She tasted of the tangy mangosteens they’d eaten for breakfast as his tongue explored her mouth, thrusting slowly in and out, exactly how he wanted to fuck her.
        Right now.
        Right here.
        Slow and easy, and making it last until their bodies exploded. He let go of her shirt and slid his hand inside, covering her bare breast with his palm. She kept her arms by her side, but her nipple pebbled hard in to his hand and he couldn’t resist rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
       “Oh God,” she gasped as she broke away, leaning her head to the side allowing him to trail his mouth over the softness of her beautiful neck. He could feel the heat rising on her skin as her breathing became more ragged the more he touched her. Jeezus, she was on fire!
         He moved his hand from her shirt and slid it under the waistband of her shorts, slowly inching towards her gorgeous pussy. His cock leapt for joy when his index finger entered her body.
      “Jeezus, Mags, you’re so wet.”
       Her body stiffened, and he felt her withdraw from him, physically and emotionally. Shit, he’d fucked up again. Carefully, he removed his hands and took a step back from her, his breathing uneven and coming in short spurts.
       Magda stared at his face, her beautiful green eyes shimmering with unshed tears and full of confusion. “We can’t do this, Vincent,” she whispered.
       Aw shit… you’re a fucking idiot, Vince!
       “I’m sorry, Mags. I know we shouldn’t be doing this, but you just don’t know what you do to me.”
        A hint of a smile came over her lips. “Yes, I do, Vincent. Me and every other woman who crosses your path.”
        Ouch.

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