Snog in the Snow Super Contest! (#sundaysnog #giveaway #shifters)

Happy Sunday!

Today I’m participating in Victoria Blisse’s Sunday Snogs in the Snow contest, which is part of her super Blissemas 2016 celebration. I’ve got a holiday kiss for you to savor—it even has a few snowflakes!—from my story “Snowbound”, which is part of Lynn Townsend’s fantastic charity anthology ComingTogether: Strange Shifters.

Leave a comment after reading (with your email, please) and I’ll enter you into a drawing for a free copy of my holiday BDSM ménage A Contract for Christmas. Even better, every comment you make (on my post and any of the other Snogs in the Snow) counts as an entry toward the Blissemas grand prize, a Kindle stuffed with sexy fiction.

What a deal, right? 

Here’s the kiss. Don’t forget to comment! Then click back to Victoria's to sample the other snogs on offer. (Lots of other authors are doing giveaways, too!

His cool hand rested on her bare back. Then he moved it a bit lower. A little shiver ran up Ellen's spine. Who was this elegant stranger? Could she really trust him?

She gazed up at his pale, composed features. "Are you a vampire?"

Sean started, then laughed. "A vampire? Why in the world would you ask that?"

"Well, you have that kind of style, old-fashioned, polite, as though you'd been born a long time ago. And your skin is so white."

"The consequences of spending my nights pounding out code in a cubicle and my days sleeping," he replied, obviously amused. He opened his mouth to divulge a set of perfectly aligned, normal teeth. "See? No fangs at all."

The Strauss ended and was replaced by Mozart. Sean continued to guide her, leading unobtrusively but firmly. She snuggled against him, enjoying the feel of his satiny tux under her finger tips. It all felt like a dream, or maybe a fairy tale, with Ellen as Cinderella.

"It's almost midnight," Alicia called from the bar, where she was opening more champagne.

Midnight. The gateway to a new year. Dimly she heard Bert leading the count down. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One." Every thing but the dance and her partner seemed unreal.

Sean pulled her closer. His breath warmed her ear. "Happy New Year, Ellen," he whispered. Then he leaned down and kissed her.

For the first second or two, the kiss was almost chaste. His lips were gentle, as though asking a silent question. She gave him a wordless answer. Gaining confidence, he gathered her to his chest while his tongue invaded her mouth..

He tasted of champagne and faintly, fish, probably the smoked salmon canapés. Delicious. The kiss went on and on, growing fiercer and more feverish by the instant. His fingers dug into her hips like claws. Her nipples tightened under the stretchy velvet, until they were as hard as the stones dangling from her earlobes. The swollen bulk pressing against her belly told her that he was as aroused as she was.

Oh God! She was intoxicated, floating on a bubbly cloud, drinking him in. Cries of "Happy New Year" rang around them. Someone started singing "Auld Lang Syne." Ellen ignored everyone, lost in the most ecstatic kiss she'd ever experienced.

"It's starting to snow," someone called. "Perfect for New Year's!"

Sean abruptly broke their embrace. He looked anxiously out the floor-to-ceiling windows, where a few white flakes drifted lazily down onto the city. "Sorry," he mumbled, pushing her away. "Gotta go." He headed for the door.

"What? Wait! Where are you going? Sean?" Ellen nearly lost her balance. By the time she recovered, the tuxedo-clad gentleman who had stolen her breath and her heart had already vanished. She ran out to the empty landing and listened for his footsteps on the stairs. All she could hear was the wail of a distant siren.

Sunday Snog in the Snow (#203)

Today I’m participating in the Blissemas Snogs in the Snow event. I’ve got an excerpt from my holiday M/M/F ménage Almost Home, set in a hot tub in rural New England, after a blizzard. I vividly remember living through storms like this one, where there’s so much snow it pretty much paralyzes normal life—and you have time to think about other things!

Leave me a comment telling me about your most memorable encounter with snow. You could win a $5 bookstore gift certificate!

And don’t miss all the other Snogs in the Snow. Most of the other authors are doing giveaways, too.

Home is a state of heart.

Suzanne and Gino have history going back to high school, but for

years Suzanne has been three thousand miles away, preoccupied with her challenging career. A mistletoe kiss at a holiday party reminds her of their old bond and proves that some things get better with age. When Gino rescues her from a New England blizzard, though, she discovers that she's not the only love in his life. Gino shares his bed and his colonial-era farm house with taciturn painter Harris Steele. Snowed in, without electricity or running water, the three explore the many shapes a triangle can assume. Although she's far away from her everyday existence, Suzanne realizes that she's almost home.

Suzanne had never seen stars so bright. The night sky was a black bowl above them, studded with blazing jewels. The snow blanketing the yard gleamed with some faint inner radiance. At the edges of the property, evergreens clustered in deeper shadow like silent sentinels.

She took a deep breath of the crystalline air, so cold and sharp it hurt her lungs. The tiny hairs inside her nose stood on end. Her earlobes felt like icicles. From the neck down, though, she was bathed in delicious warmth. The bizarre contrast almost made her giggle.

Smooth, hard muscle brushed her thigh. After a moment, roving fingers skittered across her lap and burrowed into her pubic fur. A fiery bolt of lust struck her core.

“Gino!” she scolded. “Behave!”

“Why should I?” asked her lover, rubbing his body against hers under the surface of the water. “Harry doesn’t mind. Do you?”

The lanky blond on Gino’s other flank grinned. “Not at all. Long as you keep up what you’re doing over here, that is.”

Harris had untied his ponytail. His golden locks flowed over his shoulders, darkening to sepia where wet. With his thin face and chiselled features, he looked like some warrior ascetic, a knight on a quest for some sacred prize. Suzanne could understand why Gino found him attractive. She wondered whether he really was one-hundred percent gay.

Leaning back against the redwood wall and closing her eyes, she allowed the peace of the night to enfold her. Her limbs were heavy. Her heart felt as though it was about to overflow.

The growl of motors and a rattling of metal reached her ears. Gino’s solar-heated hot tub was at the back of the house, away from the street. Still, the faint noise shattered the intense quiet of the snow-smothered night.

“Ploughs,” said Harris, cocking his head in the direction of the sound. “At last.” He pointed to the cloudless sky. “Looks like they were wrong about more snow, though.”

“We’ll drive you over to Pelham early tomorrow morning,” Gino added. “Actually, the highway department might have towed your car already. We’ll call first, assuming we’ve got power. Anyway, don’t worry, you’re likely to be well on your way back home by tomorrow afternoon.”

Home. Suzanne didn’t want to think about California—her neat, modern, empty condo, all the problems and decisions awaiting her at work, the bland weather and the vacant sky.

“There’s no rush,” she said finally. “I’m going to miss my Monday appointment anyway. But thank you.” She squeezed Gino’s hand. “For everything.”

Now, despite all that they had done together, she found she was shy. Steam drifted up in pale swirls from the heated surface of the water. Underneath, she could barely make out the shape of their naked limbs. “I’m going to miss you,” she murmured finally. “Both of you.”

“You’ll be back for Christmas, though, won’t you?” Gino’s eyes were shadowed but Suzanne understood the yearning she’d see there, if there were more light.

“Maybe…” she began. She imagined another holiday with her parents, pleasant but predictable. They wouldn’t mind if she disappeared after the opening of the presents. And suddenly she couldn’t bear the thought of not being with Gino again, very soon. “Yes. I’ll be back. I promise.”

“Wonderful.” Gino pulled her into a kiss that made her heart pound and her pussy tremble. “You can stay over, you know,” he added when he finally released her. “You can stay for as long as you want.”

Sunday Snog #104: Cat Toy

Greetings! Today's snog is special, for several reasons. Every comment you leave on today's snog counts as an entry in Victoria Blisse's fabulous Blissemas 2013 blog hop. You could win an ereader of your choice (Kindle or Nook), or a $100 bookstore gift certificate. Follow the link above for all the details, as well as links to all the other bloggers who are participating.

You'll find more Blissemas Kissmas snogs at this week's Sunday snog page. They're all chances for you to enter and win as well.

Also, this snog comes from my latest chapter in the Cat Toy serial. Things are heating up - I think I'm actually going to finish this thing in the next few months!

This Sunday also coincides with my December newsletter. I have special holiday gifts for both authors and readers. Check the newsletter for details.

Anyway, enough blabbing. On to the snog!

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“We'll have to cut them off.”  We huddled together naked on the floor, backs against the couch, each pondering the implications of Tom's theory. His arm draped protectively around my shoulder. Despondent, feeling lost and utterly powerless, I slumped against his solid chest. His quiet, determined voice broke into my funk of despair and sent a chill shuddering through me.

“Cut them – oh, Tom! How can we? I can barely keep myself from blurting out your secret when I'm in her presence.” 

“Her magical aura doesn't affect me to nearly the same extent.”  His smile was grim. “I know her too well.”

“But you already told me that as your maker, she has special power over you. How can you get close enough to slice off the rings - “ I swallowed my disgust at the bloody notion - “without her reclaiming you as her familiar?” 

“I don't know.”  He bent to bury his face in my hair, breathing deeply. “Ah, Shaina. You smell like a tropical forest. Green and bursting with life.”  His gentle fingers nudged my chin, raising my eyes to his. “How I wish – but that's an empty dream.” 

I cradled his face in my hands, then drew his lips to mine. This kiss had none of the feverish need of our earlier wild coupling. Instead, shimmering energy flowed from his mouth to mine, a surge of power that shattered my dark mood and, against all reason, kindled hope. I drank deep from him, then beamed back my renewed sense of possibility. We dream for a reason, Gram used to say. As I melted into my lover's embrace, I believed her.

He stroked my back, feathering his fingertips down my spine. As always, his touch awakened my senses. My nipples tightened into plump peaks, aching for stimulation. Below, new arousal drenched and soothed my recently ravaged pussy, which felt empty and hungry. Desire twisted through me, bordering on pain.

I shifted onto my knees to straddle his outstretched legs, crushing my breasts against his firm pecs and trapping his hardening cock between us. My juices trickled into his wiry pubic curls, until they were as soaked as my own. Meanwhile I probed his mouth, my tongue brazen and demanding. I'd always been a bit reserved sexually, worried about seeming too forward or slutty. With Tom, I became shameless. I knew, in the depths of my being, he'd match me kiss for kiss, thrust for thrust, giving me everything I craved – and more.

This time, though, he resisted me. My whimper of disappointment earned me a last quick brush of his lips, but then he disentangled himself from my arms and rose to a standing position in one fluid, graceful movement.

“It's so easy to get lost in you, my beauty. But we must think – come up with some kind of plan.”  Hands clasped at the small of his back, he paced back and forth in front of me alike a caged lion.

With a sigh, I flipped back into a sitting position. Watching the muscles flex under his gleaming chocolate-tinted skin, I thought I'd die if I couldn't touch him. But I knew he was right. 

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