25th May 2014 - Sunday Snog - 12 Comments

Sunday Snog -Her Secret Past.

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Hello all, I’ve been poorly for the last couple of weeks so no snogging for me, but today I’m back with a bang with a kiss from my latest novel which is currently exclusively available only at Totally Bound.

Her Secret Past
A past she wants to forget, a secret that will change everything and a hunky guy who should have known better. It’s no secret that Katrina Quinn has been caught having an affair with her hunky co-star. Hounded by the press she has escaped to Yorkshire, England and the remote seclusion of Copse Cottage. It’s a house packed full of junk and memories—far too much for one woman to handle.

For odd job man Ryan Taylor, being hired to clear clutter while ogling one of Hollywood’s hottest stars seems like easy money. A good way to escape his jealous, drunken girlfriend, Eve, who seems intent on making his life a misery. But Copse Cottage is haunted with his happy past, stirring anew his longing for the girl he used to call the best in the world.

A stolen beat-up suitcase is going to change everything—secrets will be revealed, hearts will be broken all over again and the biggest mystery of all will finally be answered.

Katrina Quinn is working opposite a guy she’s fancied since being a teen and when he comes round for a meal, things get a little hot under the collar.

I should have thought, should have sent him away and I really shouldn’t have drunk that last glass of wine. We’d sat there in the living room chatting quite innocuously. I had flicked on the TV and hopped through the channels. It had all gone downhill when I’d seen a particular film listing and giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Brian had asked.

“I used to watch this film over and over again when I was younger ‘cause I fancied the arse off you,” My answer had spurted out before I’d thought about it properly.

“Oh, is that right?” He’d crooked his eyebrow at me.

“Yeah, and I used to imagine I was the Mina to your Mike and that we’d kiss and cuddle and, well, you know. You fuelled many an orgasm, I can tell you.”

“Dear God, tell me you were of legal age.” He wiped his brow dramatically.

I nodded, cheeks bursting with heat.

“That is fucking hot. I bet you wouldn’t touch me with a barge pole these days, though, would you?”

“I’d fuck you right here and right now if I could,” I had answered bluntly.

“You’re only saying that to save my ego.” Brian had run his fingers through his hair, quickly, his hand quivering.

“No way, I’ve been trying to keep my hands off you all the time we’ve been filming. You’re the hottest man I’ve ever met.”

Bar one. But that one wasn’t in my house or even in my life anymore.

He hadn’t spoken—we’d just looked at each other. My eyes had been wide, I was hyper-aware of the thumping of my heart and the deep, languid brown of his eyes. And the real man had been there, it wasn’t a poster—I hadn’t been fantasising, he was really there.

Had he moved towards me or had I moved towards him? I didn’t know, but what mattered was that our lips had clashed together and the sea of excitement that swamped me every time I saw him on screen had swelled and the waves had swept me away. I hadn’t fought that, like I did in filming, I had just let it flow and allowed the tumult of lust to toss me about. I had been lost in a dream come true.

I should have stopped at the kiss. We had both been a bit drunk, both lonely and both hyped up after a week of crying scenes and heartbreak. It was just a kiss, we could have stopped, and although it might have proven a little awkward at future filming, we’d probably have laughed about it and carried on as before. But I hadn’t stopped kissing him and at some point he had gone from kissing me, to holding me, then I’d wrapped my arms around his shoulders—and the holding had turned to caressing and clothing had come off.

It had been a whirlwind of body heat and lust. My brain had switched off and my body had been in control. I’d run my fingers across planes I’d etched in my fantasies, that I’d played in my head so many times while I masturbated. The heat of his body, the soft caress of his flesh on mine far exceeded my dreams. It hadn’t been a long, drawn out seduction. I had been wet from him even before we’d started kissing.

If you want more from Her Secret Past pick it up now from Totally Bound complete with an exclusive extra chapter!

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