In Celebration of 100 Sunday Snogs: Win a Copy of Hidden Heat!


Congratulations to Victoria Blisse for her 100th Sunday Snog! Now that’s a lot of tongue action… 😉

To commemorate this milestone, Victoria is raising money for Médecins Sans Frontières – her JustGiving page is here for those interested in giving a little.

Want to win an ebook copy of Hidden Heat? Just leave a comment at the bottom of the post and I’ll pick a winner at random a week from now, on 30th September 2013. 🙂

For the 100th Sunday Snog I decided to pick a scene from Hidden Heat to share. Enjoy!

hiddenheat_800We spent the next twenty-four hours in Scott’s room, cuddled up together under the blankets, talking and eating and watching netcasts in between sexscapades. Even when we were exhausted and on the verge of sleep, I still felt a primal urge deep within me, and the anxious part of my brain continued to worry, though I locked it out of my conscious thoughts.

When the time came for me to head over to my parents’ place for lunch, I pulled on my clothing with a heavy heart. I’d tasted a piece of my perfect life, and facing the real world wasn’t something I ever wanted to do again.

In my ideal fantasy existence, I could stay in bed with Scott for as long as I wanted, taking trips to the bathroom and maybe downstairs to the soundproofed kitchen or living room to liven things up a little. Food would be magically provided, and we wouldn’t need money or to worry about people finding us out.

Being a doctor would factor in there somewhere, too, but thinking about the university just scared me today. It was too much of a reminder of the lies I had to tell on a daily basis.

And speaking of lies, I should really get going.

“See you at the hospital tomorrow, then?”

Interpreting the glum look on my face correctly, Scott wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. “You look like you’re stepping outside to get shot.”

“Maybe not shot. Vanished off the face of the earth, maybe?” Thinking of my Aunt Leah’s disappearance, I shuddered. “If I don’t come back…thank you for this weekend. It’s meant a lot to me.”

“You’re gonna be fine. Go and see your family, talk about the course, your roommates, the latest news…and then go home and call me. After the anatomy practical tomorrow, we’ll go see Beth, let her quiz you a bit.”

“I’d rather come back here and submit to your questioning.” I tried to buoy my own spirits with the teasing, and it worked—a little, anyway. Scott gave me an evil grin, and I kissed him, unable to help myself.

He curled his fingers around my waist as he responded, and I couldn’t help but kiss harder, driven by the demands of my constantly lustful body. I’d thought that actually having sex would take the edge off my craving, but it only seemed to have intensified the situation, and every tiny thing about him made my head swim with desire.

Scott drew back before I did, breathless, and cupped a hand to my cheek. “How is it possible that you’re still horny?” Beneath the amusement, I could sense unease. I obviously wasn’t the only one scared by my out of control hormones.

“Will it pass, do you think?” I needed to calm down, so I pulled out of his arms and wandered across the room. A fine drizzle was falling outside the window, and I knew I’d be frizzy-haired and bad-tempered when I arrived at my parents’ place.

“Hope so.” He sighed, ran his hand through his hair. “Not that I’m complaining on one level, but it’s going to make your training rough.”

Even that sounded sexy to me. “Okay, I’m gonna go. Maybe when I get back out into the world, I’ll remember my self-control.”

Together, we went downstairs and towards the front door. Grant heard our approach and appeared in the living room doorway. “Leaving us so soon?”

“I wish I didn’t have to,” I said, chancing a look at him. Grant was good-looking, but the urge to do entirely inappropriate things to him was only a tenth as strong as what I felt for Scott. What kind of a screwed-up situation was I in that made me relieved by that?

“You’ll be back, then?” He grinned. “I figured as much, the way we barely saw you all weekend.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the gentle teasing. There was something about Grant that put me at ease, and I was grateful for it. “Sorry. It’s been a while.”

“Wounded!” Scott staggered, as if hit by a bullet to the heart. “It didn’t have anything to do with me, personally… Any piece of male meat would have done…”

Something about his overly aggrieved tone told me he was in a better mood than his words suggested. Turning, I kissed him, meaning to just brush his lips with mine then reassure him he was the only one in my heart. Once the kiss had begun, though, I lost track of everything except how good he felt—his hand at the back of my neck, his warm chest against my breasts, his tongue just briefly flicking against mine…

“Get a room, you guys,” Grant said after a few seconds, and I tore free of Scott’s arms before I could get too carried away, blinking back tears of frustration.

“God damn it!”

“Uhhh…” Grant’s voice was confused. “I was kidding.”

“It’s not you,” Scott told him, his voice low. “She has nymphitis.”

Hidden Heat is available from Total-E-Bound Publishing, Amazon US, Amazon UK , Barnes & Noble, Kobo and All Romance eBooks. It’s the first book of a two-part story, and the second part is not yet written, although it’s fully plotted out and on my to-do list – you have been warned! 😉

Happy Endings

This post isn’t what you think it’s about! 😉 It’s actually about the part after that.

I’ve finished the majority of the first tale in my Suppression universe. I’ve had my characters lust after each other, distrust each other, get scared, get happy, get it on, and now they’re revealing a few post-coital secrets.

I’m a little stuck for how to end it, though. I can’t answer all the questions just now, and there’s lots left to explore… including an entire political regime to overthrow. But hey, they’ve just had sex, all that can wait for another day.

So do I segment this into a series of shorts, or do I try and novelise it? That is the question. The whole ‘some writers write to write, and some writers write to have written’ thing applies to me on both sides. I want to have it finished… but I also want to see where it’s going to take me. I’m not sure exactly what I’m going to do yet.

So I’m taking a break for the night. I’ll decide later.

In The Movie Version…

Every now and then when I create a character, I stop and think ‘who would play him/her in the movie version?’ Usually I don’t have the answer straight away, especially with male characters. But after writing 5,000 words of Suppression, it’s actually my male love interest who’s leaped from the page to the imaginary screen in my mind.

Meet Scott Thorne:

In the movie version, he’d be played by Kris Lemche. Who isn’t smiling in this picture. But my character is actually pretty laid back, and he smiles a fair amount… he also has a well-tuned instinct for sarcasm. The two can co-exist, I swear!

Thinking about my female protagonist, things get a little bit fuzzier. I haven’t even settled on a name for her yet, but since I’m writing in the first person, that’s okay. She’ll coalesce eventually.

Suppression WIP – Excerpt

I figured if I posted a bit of this new story to my blog, then I’d be committed – I’d have to go through with it. I have a pretty good premise, I think. And a kind-of plan. I just hope it doesn’t get too reminiscent of George Orwell’s 1984.

Critique/questions welcome – here or Facebook or Twitter. 🙂

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A New Plot Bunny

I’m not sure if ‘plot bunny’ is a term used outside of the fan fiction world. Every now and then, a new one moves into my brain, and if I feed it enough carrots and let it hop around my consciousness for a while, it grows into something I can write.

My latest plot bunny involves a society where people choosing to pursue high-flying careers (doctors, lawyers, politicians, scientists, law enforcement, corporate masterminds…) agree to have their sexual urges modified and suppressed, for the sake of focus and productivity. My protagonist will have faked the procedure somehow, and will have to hide it from everyone – until she meets a guy who’s also faked it…

Not sure how far I’ll be able to take it, but I’m letting it wander around in my brain at the moment. Hopefully, it’ll grow up big and strong enough to become a novella – or more.