Lyrics are brilliant things, they can change how you feel in a moment, lifting you up, making you laugh or bringing you to tears in a matter of moments. Music taps into emotions in a way nothing else really does. Many authors, myself included, listen to certain types of music when writing to help inspire them.

Sometimes though you can’t quite hear the words and that is when music really gets interesting.

Anyone remember Shaggy’s song ‘Oh Carolina’ that was a hit back in 1993? Well in it are the words ‘Jump and Prance’ but my sister insisted that he was actually singing ‘Jumbo bras’. She’s not lived it down yet.

My daughter also used to sing along to Lady Ga Ga’s Paparazzi but she would sing ‘Papa Roxy’ instead.

So have you ever misheard a lyric? What was it? Anyone who answers will get put in a draw to win a copy of Lyrical! I’ll draw the winner on Friday 2nd September

Living in a world of lyrics, she sings his song and he is powerless to resist. Peter is held back by a lack of self confidence and interacts with people as little as he can manage to get away with, that is until willowy Chloe is assigned the desk next to him, she has other ideas. Peter soon gives in to her siren song and lets Chloe seduce him but he just does not know how to deal with this beautiful woman and her lusts. Does Chloe have the patience to teach him to play in harmony with her natural sensuality or will he be forever doomed to a solitary life with only his music for comfort?

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside…and I love to write sexy seaside scenes. Here’s a sizzling snog on the Beach at Scarborough (my favourite place, ever) from Sweet Surrender for you to enjoy!

“S’ok” She shrugged away from him. “I wasn’t upset.” He wouldn’t move away from her despite her attempt, and soon she felt her side rubbing against the rough brickwork of the seawall.

“The way I see you and me, is straight forward. We have chemistry and I want to act upon that. I want to lean forward and capture your lips and kiss you till you can’t breathe, and that is only the very beginning of what I want to do.”

She let out a shuddering breath. Taken completely off guard, her wanton body reacted to the suggestions in his voice. She tilted her pelvis up to rub against his, her hand, originally raised to push him away, lying passively on his shoulder, encouraging him.

“And I know if I leaned forward now I could kiss you, and I could feel your body and I could fuck you right here and right now.”

She wanted him, and she tightened her grip on his shirtsleeve, wanting to pull him in, wanting him to fulfill all these sexy promises.

“But I won’t. I won’t until you ask me to; do you want me to kiss you?” His lips were so close to hers that she could already feel the force of the kiss. She nodded her head ever so slightly. “Ask me,” he panted, obviously enflamed by the situation. She could feel him pressing into her, his body that close to hers.

She was not thinking, only feeling. Desire was the only thing she was aware of as she leaned forward to breathe one short word.

“Please.”

As her lips pressed together on the last letter, his lips forced roughly against hers. The kiss was fierce, passionate and attacking, and pressed her against the wall, the sharp edges cutting into her back as she wrapped her arms around him and gave as much back as he released. Their bodies molded automatically together, their chests rubbing and their legs entwined as the passion mounted.

It was a kiss and then some. The whole body was involved and his hands cupping her hips felt as natural as her fingers splayed open over his back that pulled him closer, taking his tongue deeper into her mouth as it tickled and danced with her own. She lost herself in the kiss, fighting to keep her mind open, fighting to think, losing ground as that mouth skillfully manipulated hers and his fingers tactfully scrunched her skirt, higher and higher till she realized her thighs were being exposed.

She wriggled against him, trying to loosen his grip, but he just lifted her skirt higher. Part of her was mortified; someone could walk past. Another part of her enjoyed the thrill of the sea air on her thighs and overjoyed at the sexual contact from this handsome man.

Author friends, join in the snogging fun, post up a kiss excerpt at your blog, use the Sunday Snog banner and place your link in the list below, it’s that simple!

Remaining faceless 

image: Lounging Woman by Derick Van Ness 

Yo, Victoria! Nice pad you’ve got here – thanks for letting me crash it for a while :D

Right, I’m here to throw some random chatter about the place. Today’s chatter is quite random, but also quite apt for a few of us ‘eroticists’ of late.

To go public or to remain faceless, that is the question.

So many people within the world of erotica face this question and it’s a question that I’ve been battling with myself over recent weeks. Do you tell The Mother (yes) and The Father (hell nooo!)? Do you tell The Neighbour or The Vicar? The Friends? The Family?

I’ve been blessed in this department. Some of you may have heard about my unintentional ‘outing’ to The Mother a few months ago (read it here if you missed it) and despite my initial panic, she has been absolutely fantastic when it comes to my writing. So much so, that she’s now outed me to her best buds, which makes visiting slightly awkward for me, but what the heck! My partner knows (obviously, as I stole his name for the job), my soon to be brother and sister-in law know, most of my friends now know too and every single one of them has been fantastic. Not a hint of negativity anywhere.

All this positivity could kill a girl, but I used it to take me to the next step – a photo shoot with a world renowned photographer (details to appear on my blog soon). I understand from initial chatterings with this cheery chappie that his project on British female writers of erotica may very well appear in national press at some stage so, after running it quickly past The Boy and The Mother to get their okay, I agreed to meet him for a bit of a public shoot in my local boozer. I know, I know, I am all class!

I’m now beyond caring too much about whether people know about my work within erotica, but I also don’t shout about it to random people in the street. I’m a professional who is trying to further my career, both in and out of writing and as such I do worry whether being publically recognised as Miss Rebecca Bond will jeopardise my mainstream career progression. I do also worry about The Future In-Laws, for they do not know about this ‘other’ life. But at least if they see my face and read all about it in the national press, then I won’t have to tell them, right?! It could however, make for one very awkward wedding!