Well hello there!
I’ve been rather quiet on this little blog for a few days (or is it weeks, hmmm who even knows?) – And I say THANK GOODNESS for the Sunday Snog for kicking my butt into gear 😀
I’m all about the countdowns today – it’s the countdown to the 100th (can you believe it?) Sunday Snog which takes place on 22nd Sept. The lovely Miss Blisse and all the Snoggy authors are hoping to raise some money for Medicins san frontier – it’s a cause I really believe in – especially in these volatile times. So come along and kiss it all better in a couple of weeks with us. The link in today’s snog over at the Blisse’s will tell you more.
The other countdown is…
Some of you might know I have a new erotic novel due to come out very soon – all the edits are done… artwork is neaaarly there – it’s just a countdown until I get a release date. So here is a snog from this sexy dystopian fantasy, Taking Flight – it’s the very first kiss in the whole book. There’s no buy links but if you like what you read and would like to know when it becomes available, please follow me on Twitter or like my Facebook page – thanks for snogging!
‘Peace offering?’ She placed a cup next to Marcus, who was still hiding behind his newspaper, brooding. He slowly lowered it and smiled.
‘Sorry,’ he said, cocking his eyebrow in the way Deborah found heartbreakingly endearing – though she imagined he meant it to look sexy. ‘I just, I don’t know …’
‘Get jealous?’ Deborah was smiling now. She picked up a cushion and held it at her back while slinking forward. She knew it was hard on him, the hours she spent at the lab and even through the night at home.
‘I’m not jealous, I’m …’
‘You’re jealous.’ She laughed and brought the cushion round, flinging herself onto him.
‘Well,’ he said, wriggling under her, ‘that damn chair sees more of your arse than I do.’ He jerked his hips, throwing her off onto the rug, and pounced quickly on top of her, holding her hands above her head. Deborah let her tension go and sank into the floor, relishing the strength and weight pressing down where he straddled her. He stared, studying her; she felt like he was trying to read her thoughts when he looked at her like this – but then, maybe he was just trying to get her attention. Maybe he knew that even at this very moment a part of her mind had logged back on to the puzzle and was beavering away on other matters despite both their intentions.
She wrenched her focus back to the here and now. To him. They’d been together since high school. He’d seen her potential and had taken jobs to house them both and send her to college then grad school, sacrificing his own education for the sake of hers. Affection flooded through her as it always did when she remembered that. Then he squeezed her wrists tight, stretching her T-shirt across her chest, and the affection turned to lust. He languidly drew his gaze away from her eyes, down to her breasts, watching each nipple pucker and stiffen in turn as if he were a conjurer. He held her hands fast in one of his and yanked her T-shirt up to expose the excited mounds of flesh. She wriggled as he bent his head to her ribcage and nuzzled, tickling her sensitive sides.
‘Stop it,’ she squealed breathlessly, ‘I can’t stand it!’ But he kept nibbling and tickling until she thought she might pee herself. Then he stopped. Pulling off his own top, he slithered up to her face again and kissed her ravenously with his full, sensual lips. She responded and suckled on his searching tongue, pulling him deep into her mouth. His free hand was now working her right breast, kneading and toying with her nipple, making it buzz with sensation. Her house trousers were suddenly oppressively tight and she shuffled her hips, trying to free herself of them. He pinned her fast to the rug.
‘Oh no.’ He broke away from the kiss to whisper into the base of her earlobe. ‘That’s my privilege.’ The grip on her wrists went slack and he snaked his way down her body. She lifted her chest as he reached her breasts, trying to force a nipple into his luscious mouth, or at least have him graze one with his weekend beard, but he ignored the offering. She should have known better; he was an outrageous tease and she reminded herself not to lift her hips when he reached her mound. He was kissing her belly now, circling her naval with his tongue, dipping in now and then. It felt odd, and somehow, very naughty as he engulfed the area, drawing her tummy into his mouth while tonguing the dip of her belly button. She had the usual hangs-ups about her stomach and had flinched the first time he had rubbed it sensually, telling her there was nothing sexier in this world than a real woman’s soft belly. She’d never quite believed it, and to this day still held her muscles tight, even when succumbing to his attentions.
His hands reached underneath her and cupped the top of her buttocks just at the waistband of her trousers. She resisted the temptation to lift her hips just as she’d promised herself, but when he gripped the fabric to pull them off, as she expected, he pulled up instead of down and the already tight trousers rode snugly up into her crotch. Now she wriggled.
‘Stop, don’t move,’ he warned and held her in place with the straining material. She looked down over her own body to see his face disappearing between her legs. He pushed her knees apart to make space for himself and pulled the cloth tighter as he bent forward. Her constricted pussy felt raw with the seam forced crudely between her lips, and when he leant into her, the heat of his breath caught her by surprise. He lapped at her through the material, quickly soaking it with his kisses…
Blurb
“Find me at the meeting point. We are more than the physical.”
Four generations from now, toxins are ravaging the land and the future of mankind is in peril. The surviving men are being rounded up and taken to holding facilities. Research scientist, Dr Deborah Regan is hoping to stabilise the decreasing male population before her lover, Marcus becomes one of those taken away.
When the authorities come looking for Marcus, Deborah abandons her research to go on the run with her lover. They flee to the forests where they stumble across a couple indulging in some very steamy alfresco loving who agree to teach them how to live in the wild. The couple also reveal that they are intent on finding an ultimate sexual union where at the point of climax their spirits break free from the confines of their bodies and unite.
Plunged into a life of lust and survival, Deborah soon realises she can easily slip into this trancelike state and she and Marcus set out to create a transcendent bond of their own.
Can they achieve the ultimate unity before fate separates them for good?
An erotic dystopian fantasy following a young couple trying to elude capture and separation.
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