17th December 2011 - Blissemas, Sunday Snog - 16 Comments

Blissemas Day 18 Sunday Snog!

It’s the 18th day of Blissemas and it is time to snuggle up and snog! Comment on my Sunday Snog today and you’ll be put in the draw to win a kindle! Check out the rules here.

And today I’m taking part in the HUGE Stuff your Stocking Blog hop and my giveaway is a copy of Making it Real! Just comment below to be put in the draw! There are hundreds of authors joining in the fun so be sure to check it out!

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Today’s snog is one of my most favourite seasonal scene that I’ve written and it is taken from Making it Real.

He’s her secret fantasy, but can she turn her dreams into reality? Mary loves the internet but is surprised to find herself falling in love over it. Will is a mysterious, sexy American she meets on a forum and soon it becomes apparent they have Chemistry. Part time waitress and full time author Mary is thrilled to find out her online crush is visiting England on business and plans to seduce him but will the heat that freely flows from monitor to monitor be present in the cold reality of Manchester in winter?

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Now here’s a sweet snowy snog for you to enjoy!

The air was crisp, cold and soft in that unique way you only ever get when it snows. The flakes fluttered down in fast flurries and obscured everything more than an inch or so from the end of my nose. As I got used to the closeness of the snow, I could see my lawn was already coated with an inch thick layer.

Will stood next to me, bare hands raised to the sky, his face lifted up to the tickling snowflakes. He straightened his head with a smile and a laugh, then shook it furiously and ran his fingers over his cheeks to knock away the snow which lay there.

“Snow,” he cried.

“Snow,” I replied, his enthusiasm contagious. He ran onto the lawn and I could hear him whooping and laughing. I ran over to join him.

Whoomf! Snow hit my coat just above my breast and showered my chin with snow drops.

“Hey,” I yelled. “You little bugger.” I dropped my shoulder and scooped up some snow and packed it into my hand as another snowball hit my arm. “That’s it,” I shouted, “you’re in for it now.” I followed the shrieks of laughter. As I glimpsed his dark coat through the snow, I launched the cool sphere in its direction. I was soon rewarded by the dull thud of it making contact. “Ha, take that.” I giggled and scooped up more. I ducked as I heard the whoosh of displaced air flying behind another snowball, straightened up and launched my own. “Ha, you missed me.” I heard another satisfying thud and a muffled curse.

“No more mister nice guy,” he exclaimed and I heard the fast-paced crunching as he rushed towards me. I turned to see where he was heading and got whacked. A rocket of snow impacted and exploded on my face, covering me in cold, cold snowflakes that tickled my skin.

“Mary, you okay?” Will was beside me, looking concerned. I laughed and pressed my handful of snow into his cheek.

“I am now,” I giggled. I ducked and ran away, laughing as he cursed then guffawed. Another ball left my hand, but I missed him. I was so engrossed in making a new missile that I didn’t hear him creep up behind me, but suddenly I felt the scarf pulled away from my neck and a flurry of ice hit the hot flesh of my neck and flowed down as it melted into cool streams. I screamed and shook.

“You bastard,” I cried, when my breath returned from the icy shock. I ran at him, snow in hand and grasped for his coat. He shook, shimmied and escaped. I ran at him again and grabbed him at the front, pulling on that expensive coat and forcing the snow in my right hand down into the space I managed to create between his neck and the material.

“Ha, sweet revenge,” I giggled as he shook and shuddered. His hand shot out and held me by the collar. “No, no, no.” I tried to wriggle from his grasp, but as he leant down to the ground to scoop up the snow, he pulled me with him. I kept giggling, shrieking and struggling to escape, but he was holding me fast and he pulled the zip down on my mac until my chest was exposed. He smooshed a massive handful of cold whiteness into the creamy flesh there, pressed it down and squashed it against my exposed skin. It took my breath away. He held his hands there as it melted. The icy shock tickled and made me giggle and gasp. When the mass of moistness melted completely, he left his cold hand pressed against my warming skin. The shock of his touch, so intimately pressed over my heart, took my breath away.

“I surrender.” I gasped, my heart thumping.

“Well, I’m not going to let you.” He grinned, turning to scoop up more snow.

“No!” I screamed and tried to pull away from him. All I managed to do was overbalance. I fell to the snow covered lawn, pulling Will down on top of me.

Laughing hysterically, he spluttered, “Are you okay?”

I was giggling, too.

“Yes, I’m fine.” I felt his body heat warming me. I became aware of my breath as it escaped in short pants. “You’ve got bit of snow just here…” he barely whispered the words as his fingers brushed gently against my cheek. They were cold but they heated me up, slowly at first. The flames of lust licked down his fingers to my cheek and then to my neck and lower to suffuse my chest. His fingers traced a light pattern, softly stroking as our eyes locked. I was lost in the depths of those treacle-coloured orbs. I wanted to lean up and press my lips to his.

I thought I was dreaming when I realised his lips were pressed against mine. My eyes closed and my hands wrapped around his neck. His lips were cold, but then so were mine. As we gently undulated them, the heat flowed through from the points where we were joined to suffuse our lips, mouths, hearts and whole bodies with a burning urge, a fiery need.

The kiss was not satisfied with being small and tight-lipped. It compelled me to press my lips harder to his, to move them apart and slide them all over the surface of his mouth. His lips were soft, supple and giving. He was kissing me as strongly as I was kissing him, his hand gently cupped my face. The snow below me was cold, but it was a delicious contrast to the heat of his body on top of mine. He pulled his lips from me.

“We should go inside,” he gasped, “before you catch pneumonia.”

“Yes.” I panted, “yes, sure. Inside.” He slipped his body off me and held out a hand to help me up. I sprung into his arms and he wrapped me in a tight embrace. Our lips found each other again and continued the crazed kiss of moments ago. Snow was falling and every other sound was muted. All I could hear was the gasping of our breathing and the slapping of our lips against each other.

To read more you can pick up Making it Real from all good ebook sellers including All romance ebooks, Amazon Kindle US and UK.

Now you’ve enjoyed this kiss check out the others posted below and authors feel free to add your snog to the list. Just pick a kiss excerpt from one of your works (published or unpublished) and post it up on your blog. Use the Sunday Snog Banner, link back to this post then when you’ve posted it pop back here and add your URL to the list. It’s as simple as that! If you need any help at all please feel free to contact me victoria @ victoria blisse .co. uk (no spaces)

Make sure you comment below to be put in the draw to win a kindle, we’re in the last few days of Blissemas now so don’t dilly-dally!

Also you check out http://blissemas.co.uk for today’s spot prize which is a copy of another of my festive books, Seductive Rendezvous.

Next Sunday is, as I am sure you’re aware, Christmas day so the Sunday Snog will have a brief break but come back on New Years day for a new start to a new year full of kissing fun!

16 responses to “Blissemas Day 18 Sunday Snog!”

  1. Blissemas with Victoria Blisse « Blissemas 2011 says:

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  2. Lisabet Sarai says:

    Oh, Victoria!

    You really make me miss the snow.

    I can see why this snog might be your favorite.

    Hugs,
    Lisabet

  3. Tamsyn says:

    That was a great excerpt. Love it! I still remember the wonder I feel when I saw my first snow. Now my old bones are protesting against the cold! Thanks for join the blog hop and for the awesome giveaway. Happy Holidays!
    Tamsyn
    tamsyn5@yahoo.com

  4. Stacey Siferd says:

    Definitely a snog to melt a ton of snow <3

    Merry Christmas Victoria!!

    stacey siferd
    bakinstuff@yahoo.com

  5. Suz deMello says:

    That excerpt made me miss snow so much!

  6. Na S. says:

    Let it snow, let it snow :)

  7. Shar says:

    Oh, lovely!

    I, um, still don’t really like the term “snog” for a kiss! Is it just me? (Confession: I didn’t even know that term until I read “Harry Potter.”)

  8. Eva P. says:

    Can I say I don’t miss snow because I don’t like the cold weather ;) that’s why I live in Phoenix! Last year I did get sent to the DC area around Christmas and of course it snowed on me, who has never driven in snow before! I was able to handle it though because it wasn’t a lot of snow…

  9. tammy ramey says:

    Hi Victoria,
    thank you for all of the fun these last days it has been so great. i love the cover of the book,it’s beautiful and the excerpt was wonderful. i look forward to reading.
    i hope you have a wonderful and blessed Christmas and New Year.

    trvlagnt1t@yahoo.com

  10. Jennifer L says:

    What a great excerpt. I ‘m doing the blog hop but own several of your books!

    jslindzy@hotmail.com

  11. Kathryn Merkel says:

    Snow is a lot more fun if you have a hot someone to play in it with.

    drainbamaged.gyzmo at gmail.com

  12. Shadow says:

    Great excerpt! Snow is so much fun but cold! ;) Thanks for sharing!
    shadowluvs2read(at)gmail(dot)com

  13. Tonya says:

    Your book sounds so good! I want to go outside and play in the snow. lol To bad we dont have any right now. Wishing you a very Merry Christmas!
    tonyapeterson35(at)yahoo(dot)com

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