Kisses! XXX #giveaways #sneakpeek

Yes, I’m taking part in two blog hops today, but gosh darnit, I couldn’t resist! Covergasms and kisses? Could this day get any freakin’ better? My Covergasm post will go live in a few hours, and I’ve got a Rafflecopter giveaway going on after this post, so check it out!

Anyway, I love a good kiss, and when it’s got an adorable British accent and is called a snog instead, I melt like butta, baby. The fab Kev “Mitnik” Blisse and Victoria Blisse are hosting a Snog by the Sea. Lovely! Check the deets below to enter to win some fun prizes:

This Blog is part of Snog by the Sea over at http://blissekiss.co.uk/snog-by-the-sea/. Leave a comment to go into the Prize Draw for UK winners you can win 2 All-Day Smut by the Sea Tickets for you and a friend or for our international visitors we have a mystery eBook bundle you can win with books from some of the hottest names in Erotica.

For my own part, I suppose I’ll share a snog from my upcoming book, Shooting Stars 3. Kyrie and Greg’s book is due out on August 18th! I’m so flippin’ excited! And no, I won’t divulge the title yet. Bwahahah! >;-)

Here’s a not-formally-edited, first smoochie-boochie:

The hand on his leg inched higher and squeezed while Kyrie grasped the glass over Greg’s fingers and led it to his lips.

“Drink up.”

Greg opened his mouth and managed to take a sip without choking, miracle of miracles.

“Good dog.” Kyrie grinned wickedly less than a foot from Greg’s face. He took the beer back and brought it to his own lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to lick the glass where Greg’s mouth had just been.

Greg almost whimpered as Kyrie sucked back a mouthful, his gaze glued to Greg’s the whole while.

Like porn when the chick maintains eye contact while giving head. Wonder if guys do that in gay movies. Despite the strange sexual attraction simmering inside him—the one that had him jerking off to visions of Kyrie way too often, Greg hadn’t had the balls to look for gay stroke films. He wasn’t even sure he’d find them appealing. He’d never even considered sleeping with men until Kyrie came along and flipped his world over like a sore loser tossing a board game.

All he knew was Kyrie’s puckered lower lip wrapped erotically around the bottle top. Paired with his gorgeous, almost challenging golden-brown stare, it sent a surge of blood to Greg’s dick so hot and fast it made him lightheaded.

“What are you looking at?” It was too close to Greg’s dream. Way too fucking close. And so was Kyrie. But instead of Greg reaching out and grasping nothing but ghost, Kyrie’s hand on his thigh pressed hard, real and reassuring. Instigating. It slid slowly inside and up while Kyrie lifted his eyebrows in question, his sweet mouth forming a tiny O that made Greg desperate to kiss him.

Greg tried to swallow, but the lump in the back of his throat didn’t move—wouldn’t allow for speech. He took a shallow breath that caught when Kyrie’s pinky wisped over his hard head. Kyrie placed the beer on the coffee table with his free hand while that little finger flirted over Greg’s ridge like it was reading Braille. Reading Greg’s perverted mind through his khakis.

“Kyr—” he croaked.

“Shhh” Kyrie leaned closer, a full hand stroking up Greg’s hard-on. “Don’t.” His lips skimmed across Greg’s, warm, soft, and tremor inducing. Greg inhaled sharply, maybe to work out a final cry for reason, but any remaining resistance fell away as Kyrie’s familiar scent overwhelmed him. Instead, he groaned as that knowledgeable hand squeezed him through his pants, and those seductive lips, a bare hint of stubble peppered above the upper one, touched down again to ply and cajole without words.

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