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Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, here's a few from my brand new HOT ICE novel RUSSIAN HEAT!



Tara disappeared through the curtain, heading for a discreet, small door between first and standard that led to a cramped but adequate space for lying down and grabbing some sleep. I turned to the window. The clouds had dispersed and the outline of Greenland was visible with startling clarity even though twilight was spreading fingers of orange red, and yellow over the horizon. Dragging in another deep breath, I stared at the ice crystals forming on the outside of the window. There was a noise behind me—the swish of the curtain and footsteps. I froze.I could smell him again. His aftershave.I spun around.Vadmir was standing in the galley. His enormous shoulders almost spanning the gap between the stainless steel walls. “You’re not allowed back here,” I said, folding my arms and frowning. “The cockpit is just there and this is for staff only.” “I wanted to see you.” He tipped his head and raised his eyebrows. “Alone.”He took a step toward me, hemming me into the tiny space at the end of the galley.I took a step backward and felt the rim of the window press against my shoulders. “You can’t...it’s against the rules.”He came closer still, pressed his palm against the fuselage wall by my right ear and leaned down until our faces were close. “The thing is, Sammy, I’m famous for many things and one of them is breaking rules.” He gave a sinful grin. “But I thought you would have guessed that by now.”“Vadmir,” I said, gulping in a breath. He used up all the space in the confined area, and it seemed all of the oxygen, too. “Please, I’m at work.” The evening light, seeping through the window, cast his face in shadow and beneath the rim of his hat his eyes had darkened to the color of the deepest part of the ocean. “Yeah,” he said, “I can see that and I like it.” He reached out and touched the outer side of his index finger to my cheek, stroked from my ear to my chin and back again. “I like it a lot.” His gentle caress sent a whole load of white-hot sensations bursting through my system. I gripped the preparation surface to my right for stability. My knees were shaky. “Sweet little sexy uniform,” he murmured, darting out his tongue and licking his lips. “It’s got me having all kinds of dirty thoughts about you while I’ve been sitting there, watching you, wondering...remembering.” “You shouldn’t be thinking that way,” I said as an insistent ache settled in my pelvis. He’d been having dirty thoughts about me. Remembering our time together. Well, yes, this was a sex-god hockey player I was dealing with, he was hardly reciting poetry in his head. “And you shouldn’t be watching me, either,” I managed. “What else is there for me to do?” he whispered, “But think about what’s beneath that damn tight skirt of yours and how willing you were to share it with me last night. Damn, we had fun, didn’t we?”My heart stuttered. I couldn’t deny the fun part, but then he hadn’t said it as a question. He knew full well I’d had fun. “There’s plenty to do onboard...watch a movie, read, listen to music. I don’t know, think of something.” I glanced around him at the cockpit door. It was thankfully still shut. “What happened last night between us is over. It was just sex, nothing more. I thought you understood that.”He moved his hand from my face to my waist and tugged me close, until my breasts pushed up against his chest and my legs touched his.I clenched my fist against his shoulder in an attempt to keep him at a semi-safe distance but it was no good, his grip was firm, and beneath the material of his top he was as solid as I remembered. His possessive hold was also as pussy-dampening as my memories served me. “Just sex,” he whispered hotly against my cheek. “Yeah, it was just sex, but fuck me it was intense. You can’t deny that, Sammy.” He slipped his hand to the top curve of my butt and squeezed me closer still. “Intense for me and you.” A long hard wedge of flesh that I’d become acquainted with the night before lodged against my stomach. “I’m not denying it,” I gasped. “It was intense, yes, but it was just one night.” He touched his lips to my ear. His breaths were loud and warm and trickled over my scalp and down my neck. “One perfect night of ecstasy.” I shut my eyes and recalled the sound of him coming, of us coming together. For a moment I was back there, in the hotel room. We were hot, naked and writhing on the bed, as he’d just said, in ecstasy. I could still feel his thickly muscled arms and legs wrapped around me as his athletically-honed body drove us both to exquisite release. Fuck, his arms were around me now.“Russian boy,” I whispered, releasing my grip on the counter and clinging to his biceps. “Sammy...” I tipped back my head and breathed in his scent. I brushed my lips against his jawline, the stubble there was abrasive and sensual, and I allowed my weight to press against him. He was right. It had been perfect. We’d been so in tune, so well matched in the bedroom. Almost like we’d rehearsed everything even though we’d never met before. He let out a small moan as his cock ground against me through our clothes. Lust was pouring through my veins now. I could make out the girth and density of him. My chest was tight and my pussy trembling. I was sure there’d be a small damp patch on my knickers. Damn, as if I hadn’t got enough last night and here I was hungry for more. A sudden sharp click rattled around the galley. The cockpit door.I opened my eyes and shoved at him. “Move!” 


"One night stands should be exactly that, one wild night. Somebody should tell the sexy Russian."
I love working for an airline and traveling the world—it’s everything I’d ever hoped and more. I work hard and play hard and if I can have some sexy time with a hot guy, why not? I’m a free agent.
When my one-night stand is a hunk of a hockey player with a smooth Russian accent and an even smoother way of sweet talking me into his bed, not once but several times over, things definitely get complicated for my heart. I have no intention of having it broken again.
But will he be able to make it up to me? Has he even returned from his homeland? And what the hell is going to happen when engine failure makes my life flash before my eyes? Only one way to find out, and that’s to hang on for the ride.
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Welcome to MY SEXY SATURDAY. This week we're talking about surprises which is perfect for my new HOT ICE novel, RUSSIAN HEAT. Samantha has enjoyed a one night stand with a sexy Russian hockey player, she thinks she'll never see him again...but that's not the case and quite a surprise at 30,000 feet!


I moved to the customer at the window seat. He took a drink but barely lifted his face from his book. Nervous flyer, I suspected. Speed reading to keep his mind off the ascending plane.The engines were still working hard, the floor on which I stood sloped heavenwards.I moved to my next passenger with a bright smile on my face and words of welcome on my tongue.My heart rate stuttered. I caught my breath. I reached out and gripped the headrest of the nearest chair.Staring straight at me, from beneath a green cap, was my sexy hockey-playing Russian boy, Vadmir Arefyev.His blue-velvet eyes were wide and his mouth slack. He was as surprised to see me as I was to see him.And Jesus was I surprised. What the fuck was he doing here? Wasn’t he supposed to be skating around a rink or something? Hitting pucks into a net?“Champagne?” I asked, holding out the tray, my thumb still over the base of the glass to keep it secure. My whole arm was shaking and my throat was tight.He took it without saying a word. The stem looked ridiculously delicate in his grip.God, was it really him? Perhaps it was a lookalike?“Sammy?” he said, twisting his mouth into that amused half-smile he was so damn good at.Oh, it’s him all right.“We have beef in ale for main today or salmon with hollandaise,” I said, swallowing. My mouth was dry and my knees a little wobbly. “And a selection of desserts to choose from. It’s all on your inflight menu.”“What are you doing here?” he asked quietly and leaning his bulk forward in the seat.“And if you need any assistance with working the personal screen, just let a member of crew know,” I said, taking a step backward, toward the galley. “We’re all happy to help.”

(comes with bonus story ROOKIE RULES)

Fall Into Romance Giveaway Hop

Welcome to the Fall Into Romance Giveaway Hop, it's great to see you here celebrating all things romance. I'm proud to have a release in the CITY NIGHTS series which is a set of hugely popular, standalone reads by a variety of authors. My book is set (like all of them) over a 24 hour period in one city in the world. I picked Cape Town, keep reading to find out why and enter my giveaway.




Back Cover Information for One Night in Cape Town
The week before her big day, Tia catches her fiancé getting down and dirty with her best friend. She quickly washes her hands of them both. But why waste a perfectly good and very expensive honeymoon to her dream spot--South Africa?
After bumping into the same cute guy three times in Cape Town, Tia's reminded she still has desires. Before long, they’re hiking over Table Mountain together, and getting to know each other. Levi is charming and funny, sexy and strong.
When trouble brews in the African sky, a wild storm leaves them stranded on the mountain as night falls. Levi's survival skills provides them with quick shelter as the storm rages above. But for Tia, another storm rages between her and her sexy saviour. Will he teach her to trust again? Or is there more to the hot American than meets the eye?

I was recently lucky enough to travel to Cape Town with my husband. We had an amazing time and one of the things I enjoyed the most was exploring Table Mountain. The views of the city were spectacular from what felt like the top of the world! It's also pretty wild and rugged up there, once you leave the tourist area, which we did on a hike to MacClear's Beacon. Plus there are wild animals and temperamental weather to contend with. Here's a few pictures from my trip.









I found it impossible not to be inspired to set a romance story here, and if you grab yourself a copy of ONE NIGHT IN CAPE TOWN, you'll feel you've been whisked off your feet on a mountaintop!


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Back Cover Information for Cold Nights, Hot Bodies
All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It  hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night. 


Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up. 
Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible.

Please note Cold Nights, Hot Bodies was previously published with different cover art.
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On this weekend, Polly and Lucan work the kinks into their relationship.
When Polly is caught in a compromising position with a toy and a hardcore video, she doesn’t think her husband will ever go near her again. She feels twisted, nothing like sweet wife he married. Little does she know, she’s awakened a monster by prodding Lucan’s sexual beast and making him sit up and take notice.
Finally.
But what about Lucan’s needs? He’s been so busy at work that things have gotten out of his grip to the point he can’t even remember his fantasies.
During a weekend of passion and turmoil, heat and pleasure, they vow to never drift apart again. Neither can imagine just how far they’ll go to please the other, or how well matched their particular variety of kinks are.

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Rookie Rules - Bonus Short Story

If you grab yourself a copy of my brand new HOT ICE novel RUSSIAN HEAT  you'll find a bonus short story at the end to wrap up Jackson and Melody's sexy one night stand.




Rookie Rules - back cover information


New hot-shot Viper player, Jackson Price, gave me one hell of a night to remember. He could play a woman's body the way he controlled a puck-with skill, precision and only one thing in mind, hitting that spot.
I thought that was it, once I'd peeled myself from the ceiling, that we'd never see each other again. But when my best friend announced she was marrying Jackson's best friend, and I was to be bridesmaid, I knew our paths would cross again.
Or would they? Perhaps I could spend the day avoiding him, resist his lingering gaze, sneak away before he stole my heart and soul...again. Hey, who am I kidding? He's not a top athlete because he gives up, and it seems, he has every intention of taking another shot, at me.
Excerpt


It wasn’t because I was worried the wedding wouldn’t go to plan. Or that Samantha and hot-shot defenseman for the Orlando Vipers, Vadmir Arefyev, wouldn’t be eternally happy together, they would be, they were a perfect match. No, it was because he would be there, standing at the head of the altar right next to the groom. He’d be all big and gorgeous in an Armani suit that Darya and I had collected the week before. I wasn’t sure how I was going to cope with seeing him after all this time. Awkward just wasn’t a big enough word. Soul-achingly cringeworthy went somewhere near it.It had been over three months since I’d captured the eye of Jackson Price, rookie goaltender for the Vipers. He’d given me a seductive smile and then made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I’d felt bad ditching Samantha, for a nanosecond, and then I’d had one of the best nights of my life.
Jackson had taken me back to his place and without delay we’d got straight down to business. We both knew what we wanted and boy, did we take it. He’d been like a stallion all night, endless stamina and a body that was made for being licked all over. And lick I had, and sucked and kissed and anything else he’d let me do, which as it turned out, was whatever I wanted.My cheeks heated at the memory as the piped organ music pulled me into the moment. Faces were turning our way accompanied by gasps and oh’s of delight. Everyone was as wowed as me by Samantha’s bridal beauty.The aisle was long and a flutter of petals, newly settling from behind Samantha’s voluminous dress, floated around my high heels as I moved. I stared at the back of the bride’s head, studying the intricate lace on her veil. Then I looked at the petals, at my bouquet. I looked everywhere except straight ahead. The groom and his best man were not my concern. I was only interested in Samantha, she was my responsibility.Eventually the aisle ran out and Samantha turned to Darya and handed over her flowers.Still I stared straight ahead. A fat church candle, the flame shivering in a draft, held my attention.“Harmony,” Samantha said, a slight frown creasing her brow.“Yes,” I said, a smile automatically forming on my lips.Must not look to the right.He was there. I could see his massive outline and sense his overwhelming presence. I stepped forward and carefully, still holding my flowers, lifted Samantha’s veil over her head. Cautiously, as though it was the most important job in the world, I then smoothed it flat and neat so that it hung just tickling her tanned shoulders. My hands were trembling but I hoped anyone who noticed would put it down to the nerves of my vital veil job and not Jackson’s proximity.I started to turn away, but like a magnet my eyes were drawn to him.He was staring straight at me. Eyes darker than sin and a mouth that was made for kissing…and more.My stomach rolled and my heart sped up. For a split second it was like we were the only people in the church. Everyone else faded into the background.Jackson Price was as gorgeous and as dangerous as I remembered him to be. His black hair was freshly cut, and his mouth held a cocky half-grin. How could he look so chilled, so unruffled when I felt as though my skin was on fire and my nerves were jangling?He dropped his gaze down my body and one side of his mouth curled a little more.Oh fuck!Was he remembering me naked? Naked and on my hands and knees with him driving into me, fucking me hard and fast? Or was he thinking about how he’d wrapped my legs around his shoulders and feasted on my pussy until I’d cried out with the exhaustion of multiple orgasms.“We are gathered here today…”



Find ROOKIE RULES at the end of RUSSIAN HEAT

The Tutor by Kd Grace - OUT NOW

Please welcome Kd Grace to my blog today with her brilliant new novel The Tutor, and she's chatting about intimacy.


What Exactly is Intimacy 
If two people who are attracted to each other can’t actually touch, can they still find a way to be intimate? What exactly is intimacy, and is it really dependent on being able to touch each other? I wanted to explore the elements of intimacy in my novel, The Tutor. I’m blessed to live in a very intimate relationship with lots of touching, but what would that intimacy look like if my husband and I could no longer have physical contact? How much of what binds us to someone and what makes us close depends on being able to physically touch? Lex Valentine and Kelly Blake must find their way to each other without touch. Can they do it?    
The Tutor Blurb:
Struggling writer, Kelly Blake has a secret life as a sex tutor. Celebrated sculptor and recluse, Alexander ‘Lex’ Valentine, can’t stand to be touched. When he seeks out Kelly’s advice incognito, the results are too hot to handle. When Kelly terminates their sessions due to what she considers her unprofessional behavior, Lex takes a huge risk, revealing his identity to her at a gala exhibition, his first ever public appearance. When Kelly helps the severely haphephobic Lex escape the grope of reporters and paparazzi, rumors fly that the two are engaged, rumors encouraged by well-meaning friends and colleagues. 
The press feeding frenzy forces Kelly into hiding at Lex’s mansion where he convinces her to be his private tutor just until the press loses interest, and she can go back home. They discover quickly that touch is not essential for sizzling, pulse-pounding intimacy. But intimacy must survive the secrets uncovered as their sessions become more and more personal.


 Excerpt - First Contact: 
For a long moment they sat in silence again, both wrapped in matching terry robes, both looking slightly worse for the wear. He was okay with that. He could have sat there with her all night, but she broke the spell. “Lex, you’re exhausted. Do you think you could try to get some more sleep?”“Stay with me.” The words were out before he could stop them. “If you stay with me, I can sleep.”She stood and looked back at his bed and, for a dreadful moment, he though she was going to say no. “All right then, but your bed’s a train wreck. Why don’t you come to mine? It’s virtually undreamed in tonight. Besides I only allow good dreams in my bed.” She nodded to the open French doors and gave him an encouraging smile.Back in the Meadowlark Suite she went to work on their sleeping arrangements, putting a barrier of pillows down the middle between them. It was a huge bed, just like his, so there was still lots of room. “There are enough cushions and pillows and throws for a herd of elephants to have a slumber party,” she said. “I don’t move much when I sleep, but this will make sure that I don’t accidentally touch you or you me.” She pulled back the covers and nodded to the space. “Get comfy and I’ll tuck you in.” He did as she asked, wishing desperately that they could lose the pillow barrier and he could take her in his arms and hold her all night and wake up with her still pressed against him. The thought made his chest ache with longing, but that she was here, that she was next to him, sleeping close, that would do. That was so much better than anything he’s ever been able to imagine for himself. When she was settled in on the other side of the pillow barrier, he couldn’t keep from smiling. She was in his bed, well technically it was his bed, wasn’t it? She wore his engagement ring, and she did! She still wore it. She hadn’t taken it off. At least for the moment he could almost imagine the two of them as a normal couple climbing into their bed together after a hard day, lying close to each other before they both drifted off to sleep. What must that feel like? Would he ever know? If he ever did, at this moment he couldn’t imagine anyone he’d rather share his bed with than Kelly Blake. And just before he drifted off to sleep, he remembered that she had found him, she had followed him and come searching for him, both the other night in the sculpture garden and tonight. She had rescued him from the dream world and she hadn’t been repulsed by his neediness. She had stayed with him. 
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Kelly woke with a pillow tossed carelessly over her face and a heavy warm weight on her body. It was only when she moved slightly in an effort to dislodge whatever it was that she realized the heavy weight was Lex Valentine. She froze, heart summersaulting in her chest, right exactly where his head rested, dark hair tickling her chin. All around them she could see nothing but mounds of pillows, but there were none between them. There was nothing between them. His head lay between her breasts with one hand cupping her. One well-muscled leg was thrown over her body just above her hip, which his morning erection prodded enthusiastically. What the hell should she do? If he woke up like this, he would pass out or throw up or both, at the very least he would have a panic attack, but she hadn’t moved. He had found his way to her in his sleep, and he clung to her like he would a lover. Like he would a lover! That thought focused her enough that she made an effort to relax. It was human contact. The cost, from what she had seen yesterday -- at least between the two of them -- the cost was worth paying. His unconscious had known exactly what he needed, what he desired. So why not let his unconscious take care of the need he couldn’t yet take care of consciously. Did she believe that he would be able to at some point? She desperately wanted to believe that, and she wanted to be there when it happened. She wanted to be the one he took consciously into his arms. His thumb brushed her nipple and she battled to hold still in the bed as it stiffened and rose against his stroking. The satin hardness of his erection surged where it pressed trapped between her hip and his body, and he began to shift and slide against her. She swallowed back a moan, feeling the rush of heat down low where her legs were spread. Had she slept that way, or was it an unconscious response to the nearness of him and his obvious need of her. She couldn’t help it, she wriggled slightly beneath him until she was a little more open and the rhythmic clench and release, clench and release, of her pelvic muscles mirrored his slid and shift, slide and shift. He squirmed and moaned and she froze, for a moment fearing he was waking up and once again at a loss as to what she should do to make it easier for him. But instead of waking up, he shifted more fully onto her until he was almost, but on quite on top of her. His cock pressed up against the inside of her thigh, and still he shifted and slid and moaned softly and, God help her, she found herself wriggling and grinding in an effort to get more fully beneath his body, in an effort the get him inside her. Jesus, she wanted him inside her! She wanted him inside her like she’d never wanted anything as his fingers curled around her breast kneading in rhythm to his shifting, in rhythm to the undulation of her hips. Then he took his hand away and she all but cried out in her frustration, catching herself just before there was any sound other than a heavy intake of breath. But there was very little time to dwell on the absence of his hand as he moved splayed fingers down the flat of her belly and wriggled his way into the top of her panties, there he rested his hand only for a moment on her pubic curls and she arched against it, effectively willing him to seek out the place where she needed to be touched. And thank fuck, he did! He found that place, and memories of the slippery pear half flashed through her head as he carefully, but urgently fingered her open and began to stroke and probe. This was insane. He was asleep. She absolutely had to wake him before it was too late. If he woke up like this he’d be embarrassed as well as panicked. If he woke up like this he would think she was taking advantage, which she was. And then he found her clitoris, and she held her breath and dug her heels into the mattress to keep from moving as he circled her -- first with his thumb and then with two fingers slick with her own lust. Then he found her rhythm and he thrust and scissored, circled and probed, exactly as she had told him she liked it, as she had demonstrated on the pear. There was nothing she could do but let him touch her, let the feel of him wash over her in waves, the incredible sensation of being caressed so intimately by Lex Valentine. Her haze of arousal was sharply punctuated by his moans and grunts, not the sounds of distress, but the sounds of a man about to ejaculate. Though her own shifting and rocking had become almost entirely internal, she was there with him, right on the edge as he stroked and touched and tweaked. Christ, how could anything feel better than this? He stopped breathing. His whole body was one tightly clenched muscle, the shifting and sliding had become outright thrusting, and the moans and grunts had escalated to guttural growls. At some point, she didn’t know when it had happened, she grabbed onto the headboard to keep back the overpowering urge to touch him, to take him by the wrist and hold his hand down where she needed it, to grab him by the cock and stroke him until he came, or even better to guide his erection down between her legs where she wanted him most of all. But before there was time to think about it, he grunted, then grunted again, and she felt the warm wet of his release against her thigh. That was enough to send her over the edge. Try though she might, she couldn’t lie still, and Lex woke up.  “Kelly? Fuck!” His words were followed by a hard thud and a barely swallowed string of curses as he rolled off onto the floor.  “Christ, Lex, are you all right? Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do. I should have woke you up.” “You did wake me up,” he managed between gasps for breath. “Christ, woman, no one has ever woken me up like that before.” He groaned and rolled onto his side. “Are you okay?”  “Never better.” He said with a soft laugh that sounded somewhat painful. “I’ll be even better still if I can get the room to stop spinning. For a long moment there was no sound but the sound of his breathing. She wasn’t breathing at all, though she desperately needed to. She was too busy trying to listen to him, to make sure he was okay.  At last he spoke. “Did I just … Did we just.”  She couldn’t help the giddy little laugh. “Your fingers aren’t sticky from fondling canned pears, big boy, and I’m gonna need clean sheets.”

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About K D Grace/Grace Marshall
Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about? 
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She loves mythology. She enjoys spending time in the gym – right now she’s having a mad affair with a pair of kettle bells. She loves to read, watch birds and do anything that gets her outdoors.
KD has erotica published with Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.
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Russian Heat - NEW AND OUT NOW (Includes bonus story ROOKIE RULES)

"One night stands should be exactly that, one sexy, crazy wild night, so when fate has different plans and a hot Russian hockey player is involved, things are sure to heat up."


I love my job, working on the airlines and traveling the world is everything I'd ever hoped and more. Fun comes in bucketsful, I work had and play hard and if I can have some sexy time with a hot guy, why not? I'm a free agent.
Except when my one night stand is a hunk of a hockey player with a smooth Russian accent and an even smoother way of sweet talking me into his bed not once but several times over, things definitely get complicated for my heart. I had no intention of having it broken again.
But will he be able to make it up to me? Has he even returned from his homeland? And what the hell is going to happen when engine failure makes my life flash before my eyes? Only one way to find out, and that's to hang on for the ride.


Excerpt
I took a deep breath and stared at the curtain. Much as I wanted to I couldn’t hide in the galley for an entire flight. And why should I? We’d both known what we were doing. No strings sex, that was all. Really fucking good sex but still, no ties afterwards. We were both adults, right? We could move on from this with no ill effects.With my chin tilted I moved down the aisle again. I tended the man opposite Vadmir with a smile and a polite remark. He took his drink and I promised to return with water so he could take a pill.As I spoke I could feel Vadmir’s gaze on me. If he reached out, across the aisle, he’d be able to stroke my ass, the way he had in the corridor the night before as we’d tumbled into my room. But now I didn’t wear hotpants, now I had on a navy, pencil-straight skirt that fitted me like a second skin and a tight fitted jacket that nipped in at my waist and skimmed neatly over my breasts.Now I was in work mode, a professional and he’d have to just accept that.I worked my way farther along the aisle, tending everyone and then slipped back toward the galley. When I walked past Vadmir, so close I could smell that damn gorgeous cologne he wore, again I knew he was staring at me—at my ass as my hips swayed with each step.Was he remembering how he’d bent me over the bed and fucked me as he’d gripped my hips to keep me just where he wanted me? Damn, I reckon I had two sets of bruises from his fingertips. We’d gotten pretty carried away on that particular occasion.Hurriedly I pulled the curtain across, glad to be out from under his scrutiny. A mass of memories were billowing in and out of my mind like a jumbled blur from a porno movie. I was hot, hot and flustered.Tara was heading out with a tray of pre-dinner snacks. I was behind with my serving but that didn’t matter.I moved to the window and flapped the top section of my blouse, breezing it beneath my jacket. Why was it so warm in here?I stared downward. Beneath me cotton wool clouds ballooned together, an undulating surface for us to skim over. Below the clouds the Atlantic was stretching out before us, a vast stretch of water waiting for us to cross.The hostess buzzer pinged and I glanced at the screen. It was my passenger who wanted the water. Patience clearly wasn’t his strong point.After reaching for a bottle of Evian and a tray of snacks I moved back into first class. I delivered the water and then set about handing out hors d’oeuvre. The business lady took two and the nervous flyer waved his hand at me, refusing even a nibble.Bracing myself and plastering on my most professional smile, I turned to Vadmir.Damn the guy was sexy. He’d done a casual destruction of his clothing since I’d last looked at him. His cap was twisted to the side, the top button on his black polo shirt was undone—the collar a little curled—and he’d un-tucked the base of it from his jeans. I itched to straighten the collar but resisted. Last night I’d had permission to run my hands, and my tongue, all over him.  But that was last night and this was now. Now he wasn’t mine to touch.“Would you like something from the tray, sir?” I asked, lowering it in front of him.He didn’t even glance at the carefully prepared canapés, instead he stared, unblinking, straight into my eyes.“Sir?” I asked as my heart thrummed and that scorching flush of heat moved back over my chest. I tried to beat it down but he was soul-achingly handsome and I was finding it hard to speak, hell, breathing was difficult. “Can I tempt you with something?” I managed.“You know my name,” he said in a low, rumbling voice as he narrowed his eyes. “Quit the sir thing.”“The thing is, sir,” I said, “Right now I’m handing out food to passengers and you’re a passenger.”“I am more than a passenger.” His nostrils flared. “And you know it.”I gulped. He hadn’t shaved—no doubt been in too much of a rush after our late start to the day—and he had a dusting of blond stubble over his jaw and chin, it was denser over his upper lip. It gave him a rugged, menacing look that combined with his accent and the steely look in his eyes just made him all the more alluring.“I take it you don’t want anything,” I said, refusing to think of him as alluring for another second. I was on duty and it just wasn’t professional to think that way. “But if you change your mind please call for a stewardess.” With my free hand I indicated the small red button on the control panel on the arm of his seat.Suddenly he dashed out his hand and wrapped his fingers around my wrist. He pulled me in close, so close so that I was leaning right in toward him.I gasped and gripped the tray tight to prevent the contents from spilling. “What are you doing?” I whispered harshly as my nose almost touched his.“You know my damn name, Sammy,” he whispered, his hot breath spreading over my neck. “You were screaming it last night. Screaming it as I made you come so hard you could hardly remember what planet you were on…” He paused. “So use it. Say my name.”My stomach clenched.He mashed his lips into a tight line, then, “Please,” he said, softer this time, “don’t make me feel like I was nothing more than a jock with a cock to you. That would be hurting my feelings very much.” He frowned and swallowed.A full body tremble attacked me. I gulped in a breath. “V…Vadmir,” I said, nodding at his hold on me. “Let go of me…now.”He flashed open his fingers and released my wrist.
“Thank you,” he said. “That was all I wanted.”

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Manage the Vipers hockey team! Me? Well, that’s my role now. Shame a gorgeous, cocky-assed goaltender is testing my patience. Sweet cheeks—really, is that any way to refer to the boss? Dustin “Speed” Reed certainly seems to think so.

It’s okay though. I’ll escape to my billionaire father’s paradise retreat. Except Dustin decides to jump on for the ride. Then the tension really heats up, hotter than the scorching midday sun.

I want to slap him and kiss him. Push him away and rip off his clothes. The feeling is mutual—a potent cocktail of anger mixed with lust. I know we shouldn’t. It can’t end well, especially when I’m going give him the sack as soon as I push him out of it.

      But what’s the fun in having rules if no one ever breaks them? I’ll take what I can, give him what he wants and worry about balancing the books tomorrow. Surely my heart will be fine.




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“You shouldn’t have worried my father about this whole contract business. He’s sick.” “I didn’t, my agent did. That’s his job.” “He should have contacted me.” He huffed. “Perhaps he knew he’d get as much sense out of you as he would a damn puck.” I poked his chest. This time, instead of feeling the hard padding he wore when dressed in his goaltender getup, I felt his sun-warm skin and the solidity of his sternum beneath my finger. I tried not to let touching his flesh affect my body, but it did. There was something about his skin and the strength beneath that flicked my switches. “I told you back there,” I said as firmly as I could, “I’m here to stay. Get used to it.” “So am I?” He grabbed my wrist, wrapped his big fingers around it and pulled my hand away from his chest. “We’ll see,” I said, tugging. I was surprised when he me let go and quickly made the most of it by stepping around him. I needed the sanctuary of the villa. I’d taken five steps when I felt him clutch my upper arm and the heat of his hand burn onto my skin. He spun me quite roughly to face him. I staggered but he had a good hold and righted me with what seemed like no effort. “So let’s fucking do this,” he said harshly. “Right here, right now.” He grabbed my other arm, pulled me close. I caught my breath and stared up at his wild, angry face cast in shadow by his peaked cap. “Do what?” “Hash this out. The damn contract.” “No, that’s not how it works.” “It is in my world. Tell me, what do I have to do for an extension with the Vipers. I want three years. I’ll go with the same conditions as I have now. Can’t start fairer than that.” “Dustin, no, we can’t do this. Not here, not now.” He licked his lips, leaving a wet sheen there that captured my attention. “We can. Come on, what do you want?” I shook my head, licked my own lips. I couldn’t bring myself to say it. But the truth was I didn’t want him at all because the team couldn’t afford him. Not on his current exorbitant salary anyway. God knows what my father had been thinking when he’d agreed to that. He must have been on the whiskey or something. I looked out to sea, watched a lone gull swoop across the surface of a crashing wave. “Tell me,” he said again, pulling me closer still. My breasts came into contact with his chest. A dart of longing went through me like it had in New York when he’d kissed me. How did he do that, when he was so damn furious with me it just made me want to get closer to him, physically that was. Sense told me I should run, get the hell away, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. “This won’t work,” I said. “Why not?’ “Because I…I don’t want you.” I pressed my hands on his dense pectoral muscles, stared up at him. “Why not?” “The state I’ve inherited the team in is…” I stopped myself. I couldn’t go into all the financial details with a player. That wasn’t fair, nor ethical. Not when I hadn’t had a chance to hash it out with Dad yet. “The state you’ve inherited the team in?” He spoke with a guttural quality to his voice, as though he’d mixed gravel with the words. “I can’t discuss it. You’ll just have to accept the decision.” His nostrils flared and his lips flattened. “You mean that, don’t you? You really don’t have any intention of renewing my contract.” He paused. “Shit.” God, I hated to see pain in his eyes. He clearly loved playing for the Vipers. And who could blame him? It was every hockey player’s dream come true. I slipped my hands higher onto the base of his neck and rubbed the taut tendons there with my thumbs. “I wish I did want you,” I whispered. Oh, what a lie. Because I did, just not for the team. His body, pressing against mine, the smell of his slightly malty breath and the way he was eating me up with his gaze. It all made me want him very much. In my bed. Suddenly he snapped me tight against him, wrapped his arms around my waist and set me flush against his body. “And I wish I didn’t fucking want you,” he said, his jaw tightening, the syllables seeming to struggle to get out from between his gritted teeth. He wished he didn’t want me? Those words ping-ponged around my mind. What did he mean? That he did want me, the way I wanted him, even though it made no sense? I went up on my toes and cradled the back of his head. I stared into his eyes, looking for answers. His pupils were wide despite the sunshine, and desire flamed within them. Yes, I’d been right, he did want me, exactly the same way I had to have him. Now. I kissed him. With the same furious passion he’d inflicted on me in the hotel. For a horrendous moment I thought I’d made a God almighty mistake—his lips were still, his tongue flat. But then he melted, opened up and let me in. He groaned, dipped his tongue into my mouth and slid his hand up my back to my hair, bunching his fingers in my casual updo. Like before, his kiss transported me to a wild place where anything could happen. I writhed against him and was aware of his cock hardening against my stomach. It thrilled me that he was turned-on by me. Big, tough Dustin was hot for a bit of action with little old me. Bring it on. “Fuck,” he muttered against my lips.“Okay,” I gasped.



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Welcome to Sunday Snog! Here's a smooch from my hot new BDSM story AT HER HUSBAND'S COMMAND.


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In their cottage in the country, thirty-two-year-old submissive Melody and her dominant husband Ivor have the freedom to enjoy intimate gatherings with friends who share their particular interests. But when a new—and very beautiful—young woman makes her first appearance at one of their parties, Melody cannot help growing envious of the attention she receives.
As soon as Ivor learns of his wife’s reaction to this new woman’s presence, he makes it very clear to Melody that their bond is stronger than ever and there will never be room for anyone but her in his heart. But when she persists in letting her unfounded jealousy get the better of her, will Ivor follow through with his promise of a long, hard, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking?


Carefully he pulled her top up and over her breasts, slipped her arms from the thin straps and lifted it over her head. But he didn’t remove it completely. He left the neckline around her brow and the material fanning over her hair and onto the pillow.“That reminds me of your veil,” he said, studying her.“And that pleases you?”“Very much.” He leaned in for a kiss. A long, seductive kiss that calmed her and reminded her of how much she loved him, not just for the awesome sex but for the kind, generous, and strong man that he was.Eventually he lifted up. He gripped his cock and gave it a couple of firm strokes. “Do you remember what you said when you saw my cock that first time?”She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”“What was it?”“That I didn’t think it would fit.” She gave a slightly embarrassed giggle as she recalled her naivety. “That was silly of me.”He raised his eyebrows. “And does it feel like a silly thought now?”Her giggle faded and she swallowed a bolt of nervousness. “No, Sir. It doesn’t.”“But I will make it fit,” he said, sliding closer to her. “And I will make it good for you.” He caressed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. “Do you trust me to?”“Always, I always trust you. You’re my master.”“No, don’t call me master, not now. I want to be Ivor, your new groom, the way I was that night.”“Yes... Ivor, of course.”He smiled as he took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and teased, using his teeth to create small nips of pain that had Melody groaning and arching her back.He pulled at her skirt, bunching it upwards around her waist. “I remember how you blushed,” he said, looking into her eyes. “When I did this for the first time.”“Did what, Sir... Ivor?”“This, my little virgin.” He shuffled lower, pushed her legs wide, then settled himself between her thighs.Melody ran her hands into his hair and closed her eyes. She could indeed remember her embarrassment that first night when he’d kissed her there, brought her to the brink of orgasm with his tongue. She’d never imagined what it would be like to have a man’s face pressed against her pussy, hadn’t thought it would be part of their wedding night, but it had been, and it had been amazing.Ivor stroked his tongue over her wet labia, then applied pressure to her clit.Melody whimpered and tensed her stomach muscles. The plug in her arse shifted slightly, creating a thicker, fuller feeling deep inside of her.He began to stroke her clit, building up the pressure. She needed to come so badly but wouldn’t unless he gave her permission to.She was aware of him probing her pussy entrance then sliding a finger inside. It didn’t feel any different with the plug in, and his way was eased by her moisture.“Oh, please, Ivor, more. I want to come.”He lifted up and hovered over her. “You will... soon.”
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