It’s Blissemas sponsored by AmazingO day 4 and also the regular Sunday Snog so I’m combining the two! Now don’t forget to head over to blissemas.co.uk and check out today’s Blissemas Elf Emmanuelle Du Passant and be sure to enter the rafflecopter contest to win today’s Bondage Bunnies spot prize and make sure you comment on Emmanuelle’s post to be in to win the Kindle Voyage stuffed with smut. Now, on with the snogs!
Making it Real is a sweet little novel I wrote during a NaNoWriMo a long, long time ago. A good chunk of it happens around Christmas time and Joe from the deep south of America gets to experience his first real snow which leads to what may well be my favourite ever kiss that I’ve written.
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?
“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.”
And next Sunday we’re having an amazing celebration of Blissemas and Sunday Snogs with the wonderfully festive Snogs in the Snow! Authors can sign up now and readers, every comment on every snog on the 11th December will count as an entry to win the kindle voyage. And don’t forget, comments on all my Blissemas blogs are counted as entries too!