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! 😉

Sunday Snog – Switching Off

It’s been a while since I’ve done a Sunday Snog! Here’s an excerpt from Switching Off, featured in Total-E-Bound’s Switch anthology.

switchingoff_800Jon seemed to sense her unease as he stroked his thumb across her cheekbone, affection in his eyes. “I’m the same guy you’ve always known, Nina. I can just see how much you need to let go of everything for a while. If you don’t want to do this, it’s fine. And if you do, I’ll go as slow as you need. Your choice.”

Nina closed her eyes, nuzzling her cheek against his palm. His intensity intoxicated her, and her usual stress-filled, whirling thoughts seemed to subside whenever he got this close. What harm could it do?


Even with her eyes closed, she could sense him relaxing. He took a deep breath. Then, his voice rougher than usual, he murmured, “Open your eyes.”

With an effort, she did, and looked up into his face. He seemed to be examining each of her features anew, from her forehead to her chin, but lingering on her lips. His were so close, she couldn’t help but tilt her head further up, bringing her face closer to his. Daring him to take the next step.

Meeting her defiant gaze with a slight smile, he slipped his hand to the back of her neck again and squeezed gently. Her knees went weak and, as her eyelids fluttered shut again, he pressed his warm lips to hers.


She swayed forward, her breasts grazing his chest as he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her in close. His kiss was confident, dominant, almost controlling, and as she tried to push her tongue into his mouth he forced it back with his, taking full possession of her. And still he gripped the back of her neck with a solid, unrelenting pressure, making doubly sure she understood who was in charge.

The subtle presence of her lace and cotton thong had gone unnoticed for hours, but now Jon was all but fucking her mouth with his tongue she felt every minute sensation against her sensitive cunt. She shifted in his arms, moving closer, and felt the beginnings of his hard-on press against her lower belly. Moaning into his mouth, she stood on tiptoe to press the hardening ridge in his jeans against her clit, slipping her hands into his back pockets and drawing him even nearer.

Jon broke the kiss with a growled curse, moving his hand up into her hair and tugging her head back by a fistful of her blonde curls. “Oh, you want me to fuck you now?”

Nina began to nod, then winced as the movement made her scalp twinge. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years. Are you up to the challenge?”

He gave her a heart-stopping smile and abruptly released her, stepping completely out of reach and leaving her so unsteady she wanted to crumple to the floor. “If you’re up to my challenge, Nina, I’m up to yours. Let me see you kneel for me.”

Billionaire Sunday Snog: ‘Die for Him’

A Sunday Snog from a billionaire this month – from my forthcoming Bound to the Billionaire anthology story, Die for Him. Warning: contains references to resistance play.

I returned to the private room I’d left Dean in and knocked on the door before opening it, giving him warning that I was there.

My breath caught as I laid eyes on him again—he was already on his feet, halfway to the door, by the time I stepped inside. “What—?”

That was all I managed to get out before the door swung closed behind me and Dean grabbed me by the shoulders, pressed me up against it and clicked the lock shut. For a split second, all I could comprehend was that his body was flush with mine, his intensely dark eyes boring into me.

I barely had time to gasp in a breath before he kissed me, though the moment seemed to last a lifetime. The warm, insistent pressure of his lips against mine sent a pulse of energy from my mouth all the way down to my toes, a good portion of it surging to my cunt and staying there. When he teased my lips apart with his tongue I just about melted, meeting each stroke of that tongue with mine before I could stop myself.

An alarm bell was ringing somewhere in the back of my lust-fogged brain, reminding me that I was forgetting something, that I needed to pull away and take stock. I tried to listen, but the signal was faint. Every time I tried to decipher it, my senses found something new about the kiss to savour, my pussy clenched with the need for him to fill me and I lost myself anew.

He finally pulled back, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

“Mia…” His voice was a low rumble, barely audible, and I knew he wasn’t merely speaking my name, but telling me again that I was his.

Most of me was just fine with that, but the respite brought reality crashing back down around me. “Fuck, I can’t keep screwing up on the job like this. Get off me.”

Though the words almost caused me physical pain, I knew I was right to say them. Not that that made it any easier.

Dean pinned my wrists above my head, the lust in his expression plain. “If I thought you really meant that, I would. Do you really mean it?”

I struggled, but all that achieved was to make him push against me more firmly, restraining me and letting me feel his growing hard-on simultaneously. I rested my forehead against his shoulder in surrender, tilting my hips forward to rub myself against him.

“Get off me.” I was saying one thing and giving him very definite signals that I wanted the complete opposite, which was something I’d usually frown upon. But I had the feeling Dean had played the resistance game before. From the slight widening of his eyes, I was right, and he recognised the signs that I wanted to play.

He exhaled shakily, releasing one of my wrists, but slammed it back against the wall as soon as I tried to move it. “You want me to let you go? Fight harder.”

Bound to the Billionaire will be released by Total-E-Bound Publishing in November 2012. Not sure if there’ll be a single release for Die for Him afterwards, but if there are plans for that, I’ll post them. 🙂

Sunday Snog: Smoke and Mirrors

I figured I’d go back to an older release for this week’s Sunday Snog – my erotic horror collaboration with Fleur T. Reid, entitled Smoke and Mirrors. In our twisted little story, our hottie hero travels through the horrifying world beyond the circus funhouse’s mirrors, and finally finds the heroine he’s been searching for – the sexy knife-thrower, Lady Stiletto.

“You’re not a reflection.”

She stopped her spinning and stared at him, hope and insecurity mingled on her face. Tears shimmered in her eyes, but didn’t fall.

“You can’t know that. I don’t even know that.”

“I think I can.” Before he could stop himself, Max reached out for her. Lady Stiletto flinched, bringing the knife up to protect herself, and he shook his head. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.”

“You’re an illusion.” Now, the tears began to fall. She stepped back, her knife held out defensively. “He sent the freaks, first. The monsters. The ones that have been here a long, long time and…changed. The ones who kill, but they never killed me. I don’t think he wanted them to…so they didn’t. Then came the crazy ones…the ones who stumbled through yesterday or last week or last year and never found their way back. That’s what I’ve become. Crazy, crazy Lady Stiletto. I don’t even remember who I was before that.

“And now he’s sent you… Someone who seems real, who might be able to rescue me, who might actually care…”

“He?” Max asked softly.

“The Ringmaster. Told us never to go into the funhouse, told us never to stray, but I knew he was bad inside, knew you were right, and I didn’t know what to do, so I went in and he…”

“I know.” Keeping a wary eye on the knife in her hand, Max edged closer. “But I’m not one of his freaks, and neither are you. I’ve seen reflections of you, but you’re different. You’re real.”

When she pressed the knife to his throat again, he didn’t flinch. Instead, he slowly raised his hand and wrapped it around her wrist. “You’re real. I’m real. Okay?”

He felt the edge of the knife bite into his skin and, as a trickle of warm blood ghosted down the skin of his throat, he gave her a steady, sincere gaze; never faltering, willing her to believe him—to believe in him.

I’m bleeding. I’m flesh and blood, like you. I’m real.

She held out a second longer, pressing the blade harder against his throat as she searched his face with a vulnerable hunger. Then she let the knife fall to the ground and buried her face in his neck, trembling.

Max wrapped his arms around her tightly, murmuring reassurances into her hair. The relief he felt at having found an ally was profound, but his attraction to Lady Stiletto was growing by the second, and she sensed it. Without pulling away, she slid a hand down between them.

He twitched and tensed as she cupped his cock and balls through his jeans, and felt himself getting harder in her palm. “It’s been seven years since I’ve touched a man. I’ve missed it.”

Max knew he should keep focused, knew she probably wasn’t playing with a full deck anymore. But the way she felt against him was too good to ignore, and he tilted up her chin to press his lips to hers. Lady Stiletto responded with a warm, lustful kiss that sent an extra jolt to his cock, and he slipped a hand up under her tiny skirt, needing to check she really wanted him, that she wasn’t just another reflection.

It had been so strange when he’d made love to a dream of her, had almost fucked a reflection of her; but this was different. She was real. She was a warm, sweet weight in his arms, and he breathed in the scent of her, feeling he needed it more than he needed air.

Even through the material of her panties, he could feel she was aroused. His fingers met damp heat, and she moaned as he rubbed his fingertips over where he guessed her clit would be. “This is real,” he whispered against her lips, and she nodded, taking his hand and pulling him over to the large heap of cushions in the corner of the room.


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Sunday Snog – A Caged Kiss

It’s Sunday Snog time again!

This time it’s from Model Submissive, the second book in my Rack and Ruin series. In this part of the book, Izzy (the model) and Luke (the photographer) are getting creative during a clothing photo shoot, and they end up a little bit distracted…This is probably a little bit longer than an excerpt should be, but it loses context if I cut any of it short, so here we go! 😉

Once I was settled on my knees, I looked up at Luke through the bars and smiled. “Like that?”

Something about the way I’d done it seemed to have stunned him into momentary silence. After a second, he shook it off. “Perfect. Now, give me your hair.”

I blinked up at him, confused, and he reached a hand through the bars to grab a gentle fistful of my hair and tug it towards him, threading it through the bars.


I got it, then, and gathered the rest of my long, unruly locks, resting my cheek against one of the bars as Luke pulled it all through the gap. In the process, he managed to tangle it, and I rolled my eyes at him. “Amateur. Go and find my hairbrush. It should be on the bar.”

He left with a quick grin, and I combed out a few of the tangles with my fingers as I waited. When he returned with the brush, and a few fake flowers I vaguely remembered seeing during the Spring Fetish themed night the club had had a while back, I nodded approval. “Okay, now gimme. It’ll take me half the time it’d take you. What were you thinking?”

He handed over the brush and flowers, and while he directed me, I separated my hair into pigtails and braided each one into the bars on either side of my head. When I was done braiding, I placed flowers at intervals within the strange iron-and-hair effect that resulted. “How do I look?”

“I can’t think of the right word, but take that as a compliment.” Luke snapped a few shots as I fiddled with the flowers, and then directed me to look out through the bars.

There was a little slack in the braids, but not much. I rested my face against the bars and looked up at him through my eyelashes innocently, as if to ask, ‘How did I get into this situation?’

Luke took a few pictures, then laughed. “I doubt Steph can use any of these. Your hair kind of upstages the clothes.”

“You wanna stop, get back to business?” I asked him.

After a second’s hesitation, he shook his head, his dark eyes more serious than the situation called for. I yearned to step out of the cage, to lean in and capture those sensuous lips in a hungry, no-holds-barred kiss, but I was tied to the spot—tied by my own damn hair.

“Then don’t stop,” I told him softly, and he recovered his poise, taking photograph after photograph as I watched him intently.

Knowing that Steph would never see these photos, I held nothing back, giving free reign to the lust inside me. Willing him to sense how much I wanted him. Letting the confused innocence fade out. Inviting the temptress within me out to play.

After a couple of minutes of giving me quiet instructions, which I followed without hesitation, Luke lowered the camera. “You know, if a fire broke out I’d have to cut your hair off to free you so we could escape.”

I fluttered my eyelashes at him. “And to pay you back, I’d have to cut off something so much more painful than your hair.”

“Ouch.” Grinning, he snapped a couple more shots, and then crouched in front of me, his face only inches from mine through the bars. I could smell his masculine scent, and I breathed deeply, wishing I could bury my face against his neck and lose myself in his intoxicating presence.

“And if I decided I wanted to kiss you right now…”

Luke watched me carefully for signs of refusal, his dark brown eyes intent on my face. My pulse pounded through my cunt, and I had to close my own eyes, the moment too charged for me to bear.

He didn’t need to finish the sentence. We both knew I’d be powerless to move away as he brushed his gorgeous lips against mine. We both knew I wouldn’t want to.

His fingers brushed my cheek, and I sighed softly, tilting my head to give him better access. He cupped my face in his hand, murmuring my name—my real name, this time. “Isabelle…”

I opened my eyes, a little surprised, just as his lips brushed mine. The kiss was soft and lingering, his tongue flicking out to brush mine as I gasped, pressing my face to the bars, wanting more, more…

Luke drew away as soon as he sensed my overwhelming desire, and I gave a tiny cry of disappointment. He smiled—that slow, tempting smile that never failed to make my knees weak—and I reached out through the bars, needing to pull him closer. “Come here.”

He stood up instead, and I narrowed my eyes at him in frustration. “Oh, you—“

“Just checking,” he said lightly, and picked up his camera again.

I stuck it out for a couple of minutes, but my impatience got the better of me and I pulled the flowers from my hair, one by one. “Gonna help me unbraid this?”

Luke sat down opposite me and began to unweave my hair from the cage bars. When he got into an inevitable tangle, I took over, my fingers brushing his as I gazed at him.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, choosing a different braid to undo with a slight smile.

“Sex.” The word was out of my mouth before I could stop myself, and his hands faltered at my directness, a startled laugh escaping his lips.

“That so?”

“Yeah, it is.” I was already in too deep—now that he’d kissed me, I was done wondering if he liked me as anything more than an art form to be captured.

“Interesting.” He worked the remaining hair loose from its iron trellis, then tugged on it, drawing my face up to the bars again. His lips were hot and hungry, his tongue heaven against mine, his hand reaching through the bars to touch me—

I sat back quickly, scooting out of his reach and making the cage rock around me. Outside, Luke watched me with helpless lust, his fingers curling around the bars instead of cupping my breast, the way he’d hoped.

“We have a job to do, remember? Steph’s counting on us.”

He nodded slowly. “Okay. Then here’s the way it’s gonna work. You do exactly as I say, when I say it. No touching, no kissing, unless I start it first. We get through these shots, Rapunzel, and then…”

I approached the bars again; pressed my body against them. “Then… what?”

“Then I get to taste what’s underneath that skirt.”

Sunday Snog – Hot, Rich and Dominant 2 Excerpt!

I’ve got enough of Hot, Rich and Dominant 2: Learning Curve written to share a little excerpt with you for this week’s Sunday Snog – let me know what you think! Feedback makes me write faster. 😉

As soon as I’d closed the door behind me, he stepped in close and pressed me back against it. Lightheaded from desire, I inhaled the subtle scent of his cologne and the man underneath, tilting my head up for his kiss.

He took a slow, lingering taste of my lips, then sighed against my ear, cupping my breast in his hand and teasing the nipple to hardness through the fabric of my dress. “I must be a masochist – suggesting we go out to dinner when I can barely control myself around you.”

As he pressed harder against me, I moaned at the feel of his erection against my abdomen. “We could skip dinner…”

“Are you wet for me, Eleanor?” he growled, sliding his fingers up the inside of my thigh.

I nodded, my cheeks on fire, and widened my stance instinctively, giving him access to check for himself. He rubbed me through the fabric of my panties and I clutched his shoulders, burying my face against his suit jacket to hide the intensity of my reaction. Pleasure rushed through my pussy as he teased my clit with a touch so light, it was barely there. My thong, already damp with arousal, became soaked within a minute, and my knees shook with the effort to remain standing.

“I don’t think you need to wear these to dinner, do you?”

Was he seriously suggesting I go out in public wearing a short dress and no panties? I was so wet that I felt as if my juices might start rolling down the insides of my thighs if things got any more intense.

I raised my head to protest that yes, I needed my underwear. The words died on my lips at the lust and amusement in his expression. It was a look that could have sent any woman with inclinations towards men swooning, and I didn’t even bother to play it cool. He’d already seen me writhing and moaning in his lap – to act as if I wasn’t his for the taking now would be a little redundant, especially since his fingers were just a thin layer of cloth away from plunging into my saturated pussy.

I kissed him, pulling his head down to mine and taking control. His breath caught, and if I hadn’t been so busy flicking my tongue out to taste his, I would have grinned at his startled reaction. Evidently, he was used to rationing kisses the way he saw fit. Well, if he wanted to take control back, let him – I’d enjoy every second of it.

The book will be released by the end of the month – watch this space!

A Shocking Kiss

Sunday again already? Awesome. 😀 Time for a snog!

This week’s is from my Shocked rewrite, out on 19th December.

“You really do trust people too much.”

“What can you do to me in my apartment that you haven’t already had the opportunity to do?” she asked reasonably, then inwardly cringed at the way the words sounded. She had a few ideas, and they seemed so damn attractive right then…

“I don’t think you need me to answer that question,” Nick said, his voice almost inaudible, but masculine in a way that made her heart skip.

To give herself time to recover her poise, she got out of the car. “At least walk me to the door. You know, in case he’s lying in wait for me.”

Amused, he joined her on the pavement, and together they walked up the path to the building’s front door. “There, was that so hard?” she teased. “You can come inside, too, if you want to…”

“Are you sure you want to keep me this close?”

Intrigued by his reluctant demeanour, she laid a hand on his arm, and the connection between them flared. He returned her gaze, and she sensed the conflict within him. “Why are you still holding back?”

It took only a second for his resistance to crumble, and when his hand cupped her face, her eyes fell closed as she leaned into his touch. She felt his breath against her lips as he murmured, “Because even though I don’t kill my sources, I’m not human. I’m predator, you’re prey, and when you fought to get away from me, I enjoyed that you were powerless against me, no matter how much you struggled.”

Despite herself, Lissa felt a quiver of lust slip down her spine. “I don’t care,” she whispered, turning her face into his hand and kissing his wrist gently. “You didn’t kill me earlier tonight. I don’t think you ever would. And I really, really want you to fuck me.”

Nick took a deep breath – in, then out slowly. Her heart raced, and she nuzzled his jawline; not kissing, not yet, but close, so close. His soft exhalation against her ear gave her goosebumps, and he leaned into the brush of her cheekbone against his, mimicking her slow, affectionate movements.

The tip of his nose brushed the side of hers, and she turned her head, her lips grazing his cheek. He kissed hers in return; once, twice, travelling across her skin in infinitesimal steps toward his destination. Her breath trembled, and she tensed with the anticipation, desperate for him to get there.

She turned her head a fraction with each kiss, speeding him along, and then pressed her lips against his, lightly and sweetly, the tip of her tongue flicking out to run across his lower lip.

When he responded, drawing her body tight against his and deepening the kiss, she wound her arms around his neck and gave him everything: heated enthusiasm, seductive technique and playful teasing, all at once. Delicious tingles flowed over her skin. Was it her imagination, or was he literally electrifying her senses?

His hand slipped to the back of her head, and he took control from her, kissing with a confident sensuality that turned her on beyond measure. She felt the beginnings of his erection pressing against her again, and the pleasurable tingling increased, seeming to concentrate right between her thighs, exactly where she longed to feel him.

When his lips wandered down her throat to nip at the fluttering pulse-point beneath her lizard tattoo, she whispered, “Come inside.”

Sunday Snog: Always the Quiet Ones

It’s Sunday Snog time again on Victoria Blisse’s blog! This week I’m going for Always the Quiet Ones, which is out on October 31st. Enjoy!

“I’m topping Nic on Saturday night.”

Lee stared at the woman standing on his front doorstep, unable to believe what he was hearing. “Why?”

“Because I’m attracted to her, because she said yes, and because I knew it was gonna piss you off.”

He took a step closer, getting in her face, and Dana closed the rest of the distance between them, putting them chest-to-chest.

He swallowed hard but kept quiet. Dana decided her plan would only work if he got angry enough. “And it is pissing you off, huh? Have you fantasised about being her top? About bending her to your will and making her call you ‘Sir’?”

“Don’t push me…” He was furious but he wanted her, too. If she could provoke him enough, he’d probably take her right there and then.

“She wants me to go there with her. And tomorrow night, I will.”

His voice was a low growl. “You’re a piece of work, Dana Carey.”

She shrugged, a tremor of desire running through her as she wondered how he’d fuck when he was really out of control. “It’s not like you’re ever gonna make your move. One of us might as well do it.”

He pulled her into the house, slammed the door and strode through to the living room, rage and desire seeming to control him in equal measure. “Cancel it.”

“No.” The word had barely left her throat when he grabbed her shoulders and pinned her to the wall with his body, shocking the breath from her lungs.

“Is this what you want, Dana?” His voice was sardonic, but he was really seeking her permission to get rough, his eyes wary in case she decided he was going too far. She could see why Nic was completely smitten with the guy—he really was a gentleman underneath it all. She was starting to fall for him a little herself.

“Right now, I want you to fuck me. Tomorrow, I plan to fuck her—”

The words had the desired effect. Lee crushed Dana to him, his lips rough against hers, his cock hard against her. She moaned his name, tugging at his shirt and stripping it off the moment he pulled back enough to allow it.

They stumbled through the apartment to the bedroom, shedding clothing along the way, and he left teeth-marks on her breast before unhooking her bra. Dana scratched her nails down his back and he sighed, grinding against her again. She made short work of his pants, taking his deliciously hard length in one fist and beginning to stroke.

“That feel good?”

He answered with another brutal kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair, yanking enough to hurt. Dana laughed and he pinned her to the bed, her arms above her head. “I could ask you the same thing. Does it feel good, knowing you can just snap your fingers and take the one person I want the most?”

Sunday Snog: Dominance and Deception

It’s my first time participating in Victoria Blisse’s ‘Sunday Snog‘, but I doubt it’ll be the last!

Read on for a kiss scene from my debut novel, Dominance and Deception, which is out on 10th October. It’ll be available to preorder from tomorrow, so if you want more, check out the TEB page! Be warned – this is more than just a kiss! ;D Continue reading