Sunday Snog – Silver Screen Dream.

Tomorrow is the release day of Silver Screen Dream! So to celebrate he’s a Bollywood snog for you to enjoy!


I had to peep again, I just couldn’t resist. I reached out to open the door once more without even glancing that way. My hand encountered something hard, but it was also warm and it certainly wasn’t wooden like the door would have been.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I gasped. “I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s okay,” Rahul replied with a smirk. “I never complain when a pretty lady touches me.”

“Are you all right? Do you need anything?”

I stepped back but didn’t take my hand off his chest. Signals from my brain were taking forever to seep through the excited cells of my body to my fingers.

“I do want something,” he said, and stared deep into my eyes as the door swung shut behind him. “I want you.”
I wasn’t sure I had heard him right at first. I decided I must have been fantasising again.


“I want you,” he repeated. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

“Me?” I was stunned. I should have leapt on him. I should have pushed my face to his, but all I did was stand rooted to the spot. Oh, and I gawped. Like a wide-mouthed clown on a miniature golf course, I let my jaw hang loose.
“Yes,” he affirmed, “you.” He stepped forward and pushed a curl of my hair back behind my ear. His warm fingers lingered on my cheek, his soft palm lay gently on my heated flesh.

I held my breath.

He looked at my lips, and I darted my tongue out instinctively to wet the dried flesh that I had suddenly become intensely aware of.

It was just like my favourite moment from any Bollywood film. Time slowed, colours intensified and I noticed the ice shock of his blue corneas against the jet black, widened pools of lust that were his pupils.

I could hear the softened, romantic music. It might have been real or imagined, I wasn’t sure, but everything in the background faded away, and it became as if Rahul and I were the only people in all the world.

The moment his lips touched mine, I felt as if I had been switched on. Turned on, certainly, but I was also fully functioning. Every little brush of his lips on mine registered in every last, little nerve. Every movement excited me. I realised I had been left on standby since I had been dumped by Danny, my body just going through the motions. Rahul’s kiss brought me back to life.

I had never experienced anything of its like before. I suddenly realised why a kiss could bring Snow White back from the dead. I won’t ever be able to explain exactly what happened to me then, but it was magical. I had watched a million movies, each of them hundreds of times over. I’d seen more first kisses than I could remember, and I always knew, deep in my heart, that a Bollywood kiss was a lie. It was acting. It was a show.

I got my first Bollywood kiss, and I realised that it was a reality. That love at first kiss could exist.

You can pre-order Silver Screen Dream now if you like so you’ll have it first thing in the morning when it releases, Woo! And make sure to come back tomorrow for my Bollywood party. We’re going to launch Johnny’s story (he’s Rahul’s Djinn and he gets pouty when I don’t mention him) with a bang!

Now to read more snogs to brighten up your Sunday check out the list of lip-locked lust moments below:

Authors! Do you want to join in with a snog? simply write your snog or take an excerpt from one of your already written pieces and put it up on your blog/website then link back to me here, use the Sunday Snog Banner and add your link to the above list and that’s it! All authors are welcome as are all kinds of kisses. I look forward to reading your snogs!