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Sunday Snog - Sexy as Hell

Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a steamy kiss, that's not on the lips, taken from book #2 of The Sexy as Hell Trilogy.


In The Player things get pretty mixed up between our hero, Victor, and heroine, Zara. Add in splash of jealousy, a lot of dominance and some other characters to stir the emotional soup and the flames of desire are soon burning everyone! This moment is taken from when the foursome arrive in their luxury villa in Tuscany and is told from Zara's point of view.



I flicked the lock on the door, swept my fingertip over a highly polished cabinet that held a bunch of flowers, then admired a picture above it of an orgy scene—it was tasteful, nothing too much on show, just several Rubenesque figures feeding each other fruit beneath a tree.“Shit a brick,” Ollie said, flinging open a set of French doors. “We’ve got a balcony.”“Really?” I strutted over, barged past him and onto the balcony. “It’s like a scene from fucking Romeo and Juliette.”Ollie shoved a chair out of the way and leaned over the brickwork. “It’s even got trails of ivy hanging down,” he said, “just like in the movie.”I breathed deep, loving the fresh, smog-free air that filled my lungs. It made me feel alive, free, almost happy. I glanced over the balcony, wondering what it would be like to have been Juliette with Romeo beneath, calling to her, telling her of his undying love.A giggle burst from me. How stupid was I? That was a story, someone’s imagination. Stuff like that didn’t really happen.“What’s so funny?’ Ollie asked. Sunlight was catching in his dark hair, lightening the tips to a shiny, conker shade. His blue eyes seemed bluer. Not as stunning as Victor’s, but the sky was enhancing the pigment“It’s just…nice,” I said, indicating the lake and then sweeping my hand in the direction of a layered garden that rose then fell, lifting again before turning into an olive grove. “I think it’ll be good to be here for a week.”“It’s what you wanted, Mistress,” Ollie said. He shot up his eyebrows, as if silently asking for his reward. I tutted. For that gesture he could wait. In fact, he could do something for me.I slipped off my boots and then yanked at my jeans. Sat heavily in the bucket chair and opened my legs, exposing my turquoise lacy knickers. The cool air nipped my thighs, but the chair was cushioned and hugged my back nicely. It was the perfect position for an orgasm.“Lick my cunt, Ollie,” I said, not caring that the meandering breeze would wend my words through the old boughs of the olive trees, no doubt shocking them right to their roots.“Yes, Mistress.” Ollie grinned and dropped to his knees.A picture of Victor’s face when I’d given the same order that first night of his training flashed across my mind. Unlike Ollie, he’d been stunned—too stunned to move, barely able to speak. But if he hadn’t reacted like I was a poisonous cobra, would he have ever become my student? Would I be here now, helping him?I knew the answer to that was no.I lifted my hips and let Ollie tug off my knickers. The sensation of the weak winter sun dribbling onto my skin and the shift of the cool air around my pussy made me greedy for a hot, eager mouth.“I like it firm,” I said, spreading my legs wider still, “on my clit and in my pussy, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”“Yes, Mistress, I understand, Mistress.”Oh, he was annoying me again now. But he had a willing tongue in his head so he’d do. I shut my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t speak again. He shouldn’t, not if he did as he was told. But knowing Ollie…“You’re so pretty,” he said, “the perfect pussy, and all shaved and neat and pink and—”“Shut the fuck up, Ollie, and lick my cunt. And if you speak again that strap-on will be staying in the suitcase all week.”The look on his face told me that was something he absolutely didn’t want to happen. Ollie had got into anal play with supersonic speed. Mind you, most blokes did once you got them going.I slipped forward a little on the chair, sighed and stared out at the garden as the tip of Ollie’s tongue found my clit and he eased a couple of fingers into my wet entrance.“That’s it, build up the pressure,” I said, gripping the arms of the chair. “I don’t want it to take too long, though, it’s been a busy day.”He nodded, but because that didn’t interrupt the rhythm he’d started, I didn’t slap him around the head.Contentment weaved its way around me. Denseness began to grow between my legs and in the pit of my belly, a heavy weight I knew would lift off and release soon.A sudden, trilling voice snapped me from my holiday moment. It came from just below our balcony.“Victor, baby, this way to the lake, come on.” There was a pause and a hiccup. “I’ve got so much to show you.”I groaned. Ollie took it as a sign of his prowess in the oral department and sped up.Bloody Catherine.“I’m just coming,” Victor’s voice, a little weary, a lot tense. “You go ahead, I’m a few seconds behind you.”Ollie caught my G-spot. I sucked in a breath, fought the urge to let my eyes roll back. Damn, he’d got that just right. A good, deep, come-hither action. Who’d have thought it?I heard the crunch of feet on gravel, failed to hold in a moan as Ollie suckled on my clit.The footsteps paused.“Oh, yes, that’s it, lick me again,” I demanded loudly so Victor would hear. “Add another finger.”Ollie did as he’d been told, moaning as he lapped wetly at me, the tip of his tongue providing just the right amount of pressure to take me on a pre-orgasm ride.“What the fuck did I do to deserve this?” I heard Victor mutter. The noisy footsteps started up again.Sod him. It was his loss. He’d had the chance to lick my cunt way back when. Oh, I’d given him the merest of tastes since, but still, he’d lost his opportunity, that boat had sailed.Ollie continued to work hard. I tensed my thighs against the tops of his arms, curled my toes on the floor. “Yes, that’s it, keep going,” I said on a sigh.The gravelly footsteps had stopped again. I opened my eyes and spotted Catherine coming into view on the first rise of the lawn. I didn’t move or concern myself. There was no way she could see Ollie from that angle, or from any point in the large shrub-filled garden. I imagined the most she could see would be my shoulders and head.I stared at her as she flicked her hair and swayed slightly. Victor appeared and she reached for his hand, rested her head on his shoulder.My stomach tensed, my orgasm was beginning to crest. I panted and ran my left hand through Ollie’s hair, kept his head firmly where it was. “Yes, yes, that’s it, a bit faster… you’re doing so well.”I kept my gaze fixed on the two figures near the end of the garden. Catherine was gesturing around, as if pointing out dull features and trivial facts.Suddenly she turned, the breeze catching the mumsy skirt she wore. I heard her say something, but she was too far away for me to catch it, plus my concentration was on other things—my need for release.She waved enthusiastically. “Zara,” she called. “Hi, over here.”I shifted my hips upwards, jammed Ollie’s face downwards. Stared at Victor as he, too, looked at me. The wind lifted his hair and pressed his shirt to the hard planes of his torso. I wondered if his cock was bulging. If knowing I was up here with Ollie’s obedient tongue between my legs had turned him on.I raised my right arm. It was struggle; my body felt light and floaty, heavy and dense all at the same time.“Zara,” Catherine called again.“Victor,” I gasped as I came, my attention not leaving him even as my climax shattered around me and through me, robbing my breath and flipping my heart like a bouncing ball.

As you can tell, there's an awful lot going on here and the dynamics between the characters are shifting around at a rate of knots.


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7 Deadly Sins

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Who Dares Wins - Cover Reveal

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Something Special for Sommer

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Sharing Nicely by Victoria Blisse

Two hot, sexy billionaires know what they want and they want her, but will they be happy to share nicely?
Kerry Matthews is used to stress—she runs her own high-end London club called Diamonds, but what she isn’t used to is attention from two very persuasive and powerful men.
Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are life-long rivals, but call a truce to spend one night with sassy, curvy Kerry. They’re not content to share forever though. They both have a selfish desire to possess her completely.
Darren buys her seductive lingerie, flowers and chocolates, Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break, cleans her flat and makes her breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement their place in her heart. She needs to decide between them but is dazzled by their persuasive personas and extravagant gifts.
Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene of MFM Ménage and some violence.



Excerpt


“Local legend has it”—Greg turned towards me as we approached the bridge—“that if a couple kiss in a gondola under the Bridge of Sighs at sunset then their love will last forever.” I beamed at him, the soft light of sunset bathed us and, as the shadow of the famous bridge covered us, his lips pressed against mine. It felt like magic, the golden sun like fire around us, the shadow of the bridge holding us, the sound of the water and the peace of that moment. I wanted the legend to be true. I’d not even thought about forever with Greg but when he kissed me it became a dream I wanted to achieve. He pulled back, stroking his hand gently down my arm and smiling, a little hesitantly, a tad unsure. I reached out a hand and cupped his face, wanting to reassure him to make him feel better. “That’s you and me bound forever then,” I said with a lighthearted giggle. “I hope you’re ready for it.” He nodded and turned his head to kiss the inside of my hand. “I think I can work with that,” he murmured, “you in bondage to me forever.” Trust him to twist the romance into something kinky and sexual. Or maybe that was just me, maybe it was what I hoped he meant. I wanted him to tie me down and use me—but maybe not right there, under the nose of a poor working man and half of Venice who’d come out to see the Bridge of Sighs at the most romantic time of the day. It was later that night that he showed me the meaning of his kinky words. We’d enjoyed a meal in our room. Greg was hoping to keep a low profile for as long as possible.  “We were just out on the canal below the Bridge of Sighs where a lot of people saw us, Greg, I’m not sure that’s keeping a low profile.”“No,” he replied, “you can’t let the possibility of discovery get in the way of good romance. And if a tourist snapped us? Well, it will take time for them to contact the media and get those photos circulated. It’s not like I kissed you in front of a horde of paparazzi.” “I’ll give you that,” I conceded, hoping my thoughtless answer wouldn’t leave him in a bad mood all evening. “And you’ll give me more.” He didn’t smile. His face was stony lined and I really didn’t know what he would do next. “Go and stand at the bottom of the stairs.” I was about to argue, I must admit. I wasn’t going to be commanded about like a naughty child. Greg leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I want to have some fun. Play along, please. If you want to stop just shout ‘Diamonds’, okay?” I nodded tersely and went to stand just before the first stair that led up to the mezzanine floor. I looked around, unsure of what to do. I felt a little silly stood there, waiting for something to happen. “I’ve been looking at this staircase since we arrived, imagining you bent over, holding onto the spindles and waiting for a damn good spanking. Hold onto the rails and bend over, my dream’s about to come true.” I gulped and licked my lips. The image now danced in my mind too. I turned round, swung around the last post and readied myself by bending and gripping two rails in front of me. “Oh yeah, that’s it,” he moaned. I glanced to the left and saw him walking towards me, his jaw set determinedly. My knees buckled beneath me. I don’t know what the medical diagnosis for it would have been but I guessed it was because all my blood had drained down to the lower parts of my body and left my brain high and dry. I gripped the cold, hard beams all the tighter and was grateful to feel his hands on my hips to help hold me up. I was even more grateful to feel him hitch up my skirt and fold it over my back until my rump was revealed, the light lace of my knickers the only thing that protected my modesty.A rumble of appreciation rolled from his lips and vibrated through his body until I felt it transfer from his hands into me. I melted under his touch. Even when he lifted a hand and let it drop hard onto my arse I tightened up but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted the delicious pain to continue. He read my mind as his slaps rained down rhythmically. Each impact shook me, pushed arousal through my body and as my buttocks stung, ecstasy blossomed. My nipples peaked and rubbed painfully against my bra, my clit plumped, my pussy moistened until the strip of lace covering me was soaked, the material clung to my lips. “So pretty and pink, but this is in the way,” Greg peeled down my knickers, let them drop to the floor in a flutter of freedom. “Oh, much better.”He stroked my buttocks, the sting revived with his touch. I was torn. I wanted more punishment but I also wanted release. He gripped my hips tightly and pressed his crotch against me, his trouser-covered cock nestling between my buttocks. I rubbed back against him, desperate for more of him. I bent my legs and straightened them again as I communicated my lust to Greg, desperate for him to give me more but with desire so great words wouldn’t come. He stepped back and I heard the clunk of his belt being unfastened and the hiss of the dropped zip. The next time I felt his pressure on me it was from his naked cock probing between my buttocks. He bent his legs and manoeuvred around me, using a hand to press his erection into my wet slit and the other to grip my hip. Once he filled me he held onto me with both hands and thrust hard. I braced myself, tried to hold it together when pain and pleasure at each impact mixed and coalesced, taking my breath away. He slammed hard and fast and he came inside me after just a few moments. The deep-seated grunt he made flooded me with second-hand satisfaction. I didn’t have time to think—he pulled out, dragged me up and turned me around in his arms. He pressed my back against the banisters. He sought out my slit with probing fingers and slid up and down to find my clit. We kissed, mouths mashed together between gasps and pants. I was pure, writhing need and when I came, I screamed against his lips and the pleasure ripped from me, intense and immense. He held me up, breath tickling my cheek. “That was better than I imagined,” Greg whispered. “You’re amazing, Kerry.” “So are you,” I sighed. “Now I think I need to lie down, my knees have forgotten what they’re meant to be doing.” 
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Bio: Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB's Resident "Naked Chef") and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook  Twitter   and Pinterest 

To find out more check out her website. 

Sunday Snog

Welcome to a perfect Sunday for Snogging! Here's a hot moment from Scored, my sexy soccer novel!



“Dance with me,” he said onto my lips. “Forget about all of the craziness. It’s just us in here, no one else. Nothing else.”He began to sway and I became aware of the violin music on the TV. It was a lovely gentle tune that wrapped around us, became part of us, and my body moved instinctually in time with it, in time with Lewis.“You even smell pretty,” he whispered.“Thank you. So do you, well…” I giggled. “Not pretty, manly I suppose.”“I’m glad you clarified that.”For a few moments we just held each other and moved slowly to the music. I was hyperaware of every section of my body that was touching his, from my chest right down to our toes that knocked occasionally.“I was worried,” he said, pulling back slightly. “After I kissed you in the elevator.”“Why?”“That you’d be angry with me.”“Erm, no. Actually, I liked it, very much.”“Me too.” His mouth twitched into a half smile. “But I hadn’t asked you. I just did it. I don’t know what came over me. It was like you’d put a spell on me or something.”I grinned. “I’m glad whatever spell was cast worked.”His face was so close our breaths were mingling.“Does that mean I can do it again?” he asked.Yes, please.“I think we just established that you don’t need to ask.”He stopped our gentle dance, paused for a second, then rested his lips over mine. His mouth was barely parted and his damp tongue just warmed the center of my bottom lip.I pressed myself to him. Touched the tip of my tongue to his and allowed myself to get lost in the deliciousness of his flavor and the way he was squeezing me tight. His arms were solid around me and I could feel the power harnessed within his muscles. He was so strong yet so gentle. It was an intoxicating combination that hit all the right buttons in me.Quickly the kiss intensified, not so that it became fast and frantic, just deep and soul-searching. I adored how he played with my tongue and explored my mouth. I gave as good as I got, drinking him up, catching my breaths when I could.Tangling my fingers in his hair, I pulled him closer. Delighted in the sudden zap of sensation that seared up my spine when he ran his hands down my back and cupped my buttocks. I had no choice but to give in to the heat and longing building within me. My pussy was damp and my skin greedy for every caress. Sex was taking over all my thoughts.He lifted me by my bum cheeks, onto my toes and trapped me tight against his body. I gasped into his mouth as the steely length of his erection prodded my abdomen.“Ah, honey, you’re driving me nuts,” he murmured, then kissed me again—eagerly, hungrily, as though he might never stop.If I’d thought I was turned on before, I was sorely mistaken, because now lust flowed in my veins like lava spewing from a volcano. Nothing could stop it. I had to get acquainted with the damn fine specimen of a cock that was jutting eagerly at my belly. A nuclear bomb could detonate outside the hotel and I wouldn’t notice. Lewis Tate was hard, for me. Life had never been so good.I slid my hand down between our bodies and squeezed his shaft through his jeans, firm and confident, then gave a small upward stroke that was a promise of what was to come.He groaned into my mouth. “That feels so good but I want to touch you too.”“Touch away.” I was pressing and stroking his cock now. Loving how it felt so rock-solid beneath the denim as though bursting to be free.He released my buttocks, found the zipper at the top of my dress and whizzed it open.I was aware of the material loosening then falling away as he smoothed the straps over my shoulders and down my arms.“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, casting his gaze over my body.I was forced to move my attentions from his cock as he slipped the dress off me completely and let it puddle on the floor at my feet. The air was cool stroking my skin, but I was glad of it. I was on fire and the flames needed tending to—now.“Lewis, I—” I reached for him again.“Wait.” He held me at arm’s length, his eyelids heavy and his lips parted. “Let me look at you. You just about blew my mind down at the pool the other day. Not grabbing you and making you mine was nothing short of torture.” He tightened his grip on my shoulders. “That would have made quite a spectacle of in front of the guys, though.”“Yes, it certainly would have.” I couldn’t help but eye the impressive bulge at his groin. I was itching to get a hold of him again.“Don’t throw the white bikini away, will you?” he said.“Why not? It’s useless.”“It’s perfect, but just not for wearing in public.” He pulled me close and the sensation of his clothes scratching against my bare flesh was divine.“Well that’s the only time I swim, in public. I don’t have a private pool, you know.”“I have.”Of course he did. Duh.“And if we go for a swim together in private, I’m going to insist you wear that bikini.”“Oh, will you now.” My breasts were engorged with longing and my nipples tight little twists that ached for stimulation.“Yeah, because next time I see you in that bikini I’m not going to be able to stop myself from attending to the raging hard-on it gives me.” He scooped my breast into his hand, caught my nipple between his fingers and tugged slightly.I watched, fascinated, and let pleasure wash through me. “Is that so?”“You’d better believe it.” He caught my mouth in a sudden ravenous kiss. I clung to his shoulders, bowled over by determination that had apparently robbed him of patience.Which was good, because my patience was all used up too.I was practically naked.He soon would be.Then we would fuck.It was the only thing that could happen next. My sanity depended upon it.



I hope you enjoyed that steamy moment, if you'd like a copy of Scored it's available only on Amazon (Amazon UK). And if you like pretty pictures of hunky soccer players, check out my Pinterest board dedicated to their hotness!
Have a great day
Lily x

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The Sexy as Hell Box Set which Natalie and I are offering at a bargain introductory price is heading up the Amazon charts.


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No Flag by Liz Berino

Please welcome Liz Borino to my blog today with her hot new m/m book, No Flags.


The Evolution of No Flags
No Flags starts with a news report about an explosion that caused a building to collapse and kill twenty Army Intelligence Officers in Afghanistan. Will Kelley has reason to worry that his husband, Mike, was one of the casualties. 
But that isn’t where the story started. Let me back up and bring you into my mind. Please don’t be scared. I had the above scene playing in my head for months. But I had no idea what to do with it. All I knew was these boys would not go away. Which I found particularly annoying because I did not like them at first. See, in my original vision of this book, Will spent three months unable to get information about Mike’s condition. In that version, Mike had chosen not to disclose to his sexuality because despite the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, there was – and still is – a lot of discrimination in the armed forces. So, Will was forced to assume Mike died and get on with his life. Until he walked in with only one arm. He had stayed away during the hardest parts of recovery out of pride. Anger is not a strong enough word for what Will felt. First, because Mike had put him through the pain of the not knowing. Secondly, Mike was not supposed to be deployed. They married right before the end of his contract, but the Army involuntarily extended it. Yet, everyone told Will he had no right to be angry and he should just be grateful his husband was alive. They had a catastrophic fight and the book ended with the couple starting over.
Things had to change because despite me not liking these characters – and telling them as much – they still refused to get out of my head. So, I changed the story. Captain Mike Kelley still falls in love with a civilian. The couple chooses a Domestic Discipline lifestyle, but Will is only comfortable committing to giving up control if Mike’s contract is finished at the end of February. Well, it’s supposed to be, but Stop Loss allows Mike’s superiors to force an involuntarily extension. Now, Will feels betrayed and devastated, even though Mike had no control over the situation. They reconcile before Mike’s deployment and do their best to keep their marriage and structure alive until Will sees the news report. This time, Mike is able to swallow his pride and call Will when he’s transferred to a hospital in the states. They had a hard road ahead of them in terms of physical and emotional recovery, but at least I could work with them.
Besides for the plot changes, the concept of time is very different in the published version of No Flags than the way I originally saw it. As an editor, I’m privileged to read many books. One author who inspired me is Anastasia Vitsky. When I read the first in her The Way Home series, I was dumbstruck by the way she made her story flow while jumping between time periods. It had never occurred to me that I didn’t need to start at the beginning and write to the end of a story. No transitions!  I loved it! I wrote scenes as they came to me and plopped them into the book. At the end I had… a mess! My betas followed for the most part, but I didn’t, and I couldn’t trust that other readers would. I rearranged the scenes in such a way that only two were out of order. Now I have a book I’m proud of and boys I’ve fallen in love with. I hope you will, too!
Blurb: 
For Mike and Will, “No Flag” meant “come home alive,” but will their love survive what happens next? 
Captain Mike Kelley does not ignore his intuition, so when sexy bartender Will Hayes captures his heart, Mike embarks on a mission to win him over to a Domestic Discipline relationship. Will accepts with one caveat: Mike must promise not to renew his Army contract. Mike agrees, and they spend a year building a life together, getting married, and starting a business.  
Only days before their café’s grand opening, Mike receives news that threatens everything he and Will have built. The Army invokes the Stop Loss military policy to involuntarily extend his commission and send him back overseas. Will, left alone to cope with the café, must rely on the support of old friends who may be no longer be trustworthy. Through emails and Skype calls, Mike and Will keep their love and structure alive… until insurgents wage a horrific attack on Mike’s outpost. 
Mike awakens in a hospital with a devastating injury and no his memory of the attack. As the only survivor, Mike’s memory may be the key to national security. Mike struggles to cope with his injury and Will struggles to support the man who always held him up. Both fear they have lost their previous relationship. Will has Mike back rather than a folded flag, but in the aftermath of war, can they rebuild the life they had before?  Especially when those closest to them may not have their best interests at heart?
* * * *Bio
Liz Borino transcribes the world inside her head onto the page, and share it with the people who are stuck in the “real world” to makes their lives a little more interesting. Because in her world, heroes fall and stand up again with the help of their partners and friends. Liz’s world is littered with formidable obstacles, which her heroes overcome with a fire of courage and passion. The beauty of love between two men is celebrated. Who wouldn’t want to live there?When not with her heroes, Liz enjoys exploring cities, working toward social justice, and editing for other authors. Liz is less than three months from obtaining her Masters’ degree in English and published nine books since 2010.  
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