My Thanks to Bittersweet at Whipped Cream reviews for this brilliantly written review of Seaside seduction story Sweet Surrender.

Here’s a little of what Bittersweet has to say:

“The facts are this: Sweet Surrender is definitely sweet and very hot. The sexual buildup is fantastic throughout the story and really leaves you hanging. I loved the author’s steamy descriptions — I needed to turn on the fan while I read!

Surrendering to this short novel is definitely a must!”

To read the rest pop over to Whipped Cream reviews and pick up your own copy of Sweet Surrender at Total-E-Bound.

Hello and Happy Wednesday it’s time for some flash fiction and this week is a continuation of last week’s journal. I was taken with the tall dark stranger, and I know you were too. So here’s what happens when She visits The Point for the first time.

Dear Journal,

I didn’t sleep much last night and I didn’t concentrate at work all day. All I could think of was the stranger from the night before and the note he’d passed to me. I looked up the address online, found it was in the centre of town and worked out how easy it would be to get there. Yes, dear journal, I went to that club. I went to The Point and I looked for the stranger who finger-fucked me in the dark.

It wasn’t as easy as it sounds, and I know it sounds difficult to start with. The place was packed even though it was midweek and a lot of the people drinking, laughing and having a good time around me all looked dark and shadowy. It was like someone’d opened a box of black dye and gone crazy with it. I stuck out like a sore thumb. I’d dressed in my favourite flowery summer frock, light and sexy and it flattered my curves. Although I didn’t really feel threatened by the folks having fun, they didn’t seem to even notice me. But I felt uncomfortable being so obviously a fish out of water.

I stood at the very end of the bar and sipped my diet coke, well, I had to be at work the next day and honestly, I didn’t think I was going to hang about for much longer. I had all but given up when I felt an arm slide around my waist. I didn’t need to look, I knew it was him.

“You came then,” his low, commanding tone cut through the music and noise around me, “I’m glad.”

I didn’t know what to say, Journal, I swear my mind went blank.

“I want more.”

“More? Would you like a drink?” I responded without thinking.

“No, beautiful, I want more of you. Do you dance?”

“No,” I replied as he pulled forcefully on my arm, “but really, no I can’t dance.”

“You’ll dance with me.” I didn’t fight his grip, I wanted to go with him. He drew me into his arms and I moved stiffly from side to side as his arms gripped me tightly.

“What’s your name?” He asked me. A simple question, I managed to answer it.

“Joanne. Who are you?”

“Oh, Joanne, you can just call me Master.” It felt as if he’d opened the tightly locked box of my fantasies and read exactly what turned me on.

“Okay, Master.”

“Feel the rhythm,” he whispered in my ear, “just move to the music.” He gripped my hips and helped me sway from side to side, grinding me against his cock. It was hard.

“That’s it, you’re getting it now, I knew you would, you’re so sensual when you let your instincts rule you.”
I thought about asking him how he knew that, we’d met briefly once but then I remembered what had happened the night before and decided not to open that can of worms.

“I bake a good cake,” I said instead. Yes, he was as puzzled as you.

“Well, that’s nice,” he replied politely.

“Well, that’s all instinct. Adding a little extra this, taking out that, changing the main flavour. I’m good at that. “
“Oh, I see,” he squeezed my arse and I gasped, “I always loved lemon cake.”

“I’ll bake for you,” I moan, “afterall you know what they say, the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
“Maybe so my love, but I am not a man.”

“You’re not a woman,” I confidently slipped my hand between us and squeezed his ridged cock.

“Oh, yes. Do that again,” he demanded and I did. I wanted to feel more of him, though his statement confused me, I wanted to unfasten him and sink to my knees and suck him. I wanted to please him. I don’t know why, Journal, but my stranger, my Master controls me. I don’t understand it but I love it and I want more.

“Unzip me,” he hisses close to my ear, “take out my cock and wank me.”

“Here?” I squeak.

“Yes, here. Do it now. You do not want to be punished.”

So there in a room packed tight with strangers I took out his cock, admired it’s heft with my fingers and wanked him,close to my body.

Journal, oh journal, I can’t explain to you how much it turned me on to do that. He was pressed tight to me, his lips played up and down my neck, cool against my red hot skin. He moaned and gently thrust into my fingers in time to the beat. I am sure our dance moves looked lewd to any who noticed. We thrust together and apart repeatedly until he came with a grunt that made my cunt cream. Yes journal cunt. I was a beast.

“Fuck yes, you’re good.”

“Thank you,” I replied, my cheeks flushed not with embarrassment but lust, “I really want to fuck you.”

Words just bust out of my mouth. I didn’t think, I couldn’t think I just felt.

“I want to fuck you too, but right now I can’t.”

I deflated like a balloon.

“Come back tomorrow night and we will fuck.”

I was about to ask how when he pulled a small box from his trouser pocket.

“You will need the contents of this box. I will be waiting for you and I will fuck you, Joanne, I will fuck you and I will reveal to you who I really am.”

I wasn’t sure how to react and before I could he disappeared into the shadows. I mean, just like that. He was there and then he wasn’t. I don’t know, maybe I lost him when his fingers slipped away from my body, maybe the crowd pushed between us but I was left high and horny with a box in my hand.

And you’ll never guess what was in it.

If you enjoyed this check out the other Wank Wednesday entries, all using the prompt #box and The Silver Flash authors. The prompt I took from them was “Afterall you know what they say, the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

I know the above is true because today is my Husband’s Birthday and he proposed to me after eating my pavlova!

Julie Hayes (M/M)

Sui Lynn(M/M)

Ryssa Edwards (M/M)

Lily Sawyer (M/M)

Lindsay Klug (M/F)

West Thornhill (M/M)

Chris Quinton

Catriana Somers (M/M)

Pender Mackie (M/M)

Mr Holloway? Well somehow my suave, debonair and charming male lead in Dirty Deeds (Part of Uniform Behaviour) has managed to muscle in on the Day Dreaming Perfect Man event in the Men in Uniform category. I tell you, that man is a charmer!

If you want to read his interview, find out a little bit more about his character pop over to the Day Dreaming Blog.
Make sure you leave a comment for him because one lucky comment will win the owner a copy of Uniform Behaviour!

Also be sure to check out the interview with Sam over at the Scorching Book Reviews blog. Sam is Lucy Felthouse’s hot waiter from her story in the Uniform Behaviour anthology, make sure you comment on her interview too!

Now, who is your perfect man in uniform? Is it the classic fireman or soldier or something more off the wall?

By ‘eck, anyone who’s read my wafflings and goings on over the last forever will know that I have a love for a particular place in Yorkshire. A sweet seaside town named Scarborough. I love Scarborough have visited it just about every year since I was about five. I don’t feel like I’ve been on my hols ’til I’ve seen the castle and the harbour and eaten a Joconelli’s ice cream.

So, as you’d imagine, it features in a few of my stories. So to celebrate Yorkshire day in the Reet (that’s Yorkshire for ‘right’ for those not in the know) way here’s an excerpt from Sweet Surrender for you to enjoy.

Tom loved this kind of weather. The clouds whipped around, forming valleys and mountains and sweeps, chiffonier ribbons of soft, silky haze. And, of course, what wasn’t to love about a beautiful young lady in a sundress getting soaked through with rain?

He was not inclined to panic when she didn’t turn up at the allotted time—not even fifteen minutes later. He’d dealt with women like Helen before, and he would wait here for hours if needed. She had to exert some control over the situation and choosing what time she’d show up was part of that. As long as she was comfortable, Tom would be happy.

“I am so sorry I’m late,” she flustered when she arrived, her cheeks flushing redder than her dress.

“No worries.” Tom smiled.” I enjoy watching the world go by.” He took her by the elbow and guided her through the throng of holidaymakers, past the baying and flashing of the seaside casinos and down onto the sandy softness of the beach.

“I’ll get sand in my sandals,” she squeaked, then smiled nervously when she must have realised how silly it sounded.
“You cannot say you have been on a proper seaside trip if you’ve not walked upon the sand. Besides, you get the best uncluttered views from the sea edge.” Tom let go of her, and handled his expensive camera, setting up shots of the bay, shots he must have taken a million times before.

Helen relaxed as he let go of her and grabbed his camera. While he disappeared behind his viewfinder, she had time to slow down her heartbeat and gather her emotions. Surely his fingers gripping her flesh should not have aroused her like that? She’d never experienced such raw lust before. In fact, she hadn’t thought she was capable of feeling it. Sex had always been a chore, the very last thing on her mind. Now the mere touch of his hand sent visions of naked bodies dancing past her eyes.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Tom asked, making her jump out of her daydream.

She looked out to sea, and admired the perfect balance between stirring sea and cloud whipped sky. She nodded, unable to speak, as his hand lay once again on her arm.

“Let me capture you in this glorious sunlight.”

She shook her head and was about to protest verbally when she heard the first click of the camera.

“Just a few shots. Your gorgeous red dress is lit up so beautifully, and your curves undulate like the waves of the sea. So sexy.”

His words mesmerised her and she stood still, a half smile playing over her lips. She felt uncomfortable with being the centre of attention, but his charm-laden words calmed her soul. What harm could it do to let him take a few shots of her? He’d never use them. She wasn’t a no kind of model.

The farther they walked along the shore, the quieter it became. No longer could you hear siblings teasing each other or the soft drone of the bingo caller. The smell of fresh cooked chips and donuts dissipated until all you heard was the crash of the waves and the occasional call of a gull.

“What is it like to live by the sea?” Helen asked, the weight of the silence too heavy for her to bear any longer.

“Beautiful.” He replied. “The sea conveys every emotion a man or woman can feel, and its surroundings echo that—it’s a never-ending supply of inspiration to me. Angry, happy, sad or needy, this coastline is beautiful and I’d never live anywhere else.”

“I’d love to live by the sea.” She sighed.

“Well, why don’t you?”

“Work.”

“Change your work, live by the sea.”

It sounded so simple, but Helen knew it wasn’t. “I’d not have enough money.”

“Money doesn’t matter.”

She looked at him and he looked back, unblinking.

“So you have no money.”

“No, I have money,” he answered. “I just don’t really need it.”

“Your clothes are expensive.” She countered, desperate to get one up on him.
“But old.”

“Your camera is expensive.” She thought she had him there, and her face broke into a smile of child-like gee.
“That is my livelihood. A man has to have something to live for.”

She harrumphed and turned away from him, frustrated that he’d made her look so stupid without even trying.
“Sorry.” His voice spoke beside her, his breath ruffling her hair.

She was startled as she felt his hand on her back, and saw his face bent in close to hers.

“I see things in black and white. I know it’s not always so straight forward.”

“S’ok” She shrugged away from him. “I wasn’t upset.”

He wouldn’t move away from her despite her attempt, and soon she felt her side rubbing against the rough brickwork of the seawall.

“The way I see, you and me is straight forward. We have chemistry and I want to act upon that. I want to lean forward and capture your lips and kiss you ‘til you can’t breathe, and that is only the very beginning of what I want to do.”
She let out a shuddering breath. Taken completely off guard, her wanton body reacted to the suggestions in his voice. She tilted her pelvis up to rub against his, and her hand, originally raised to push him away, landed passively on his shoulder, encouraging him.

“And I know, if I leaned forward now, I could kiss you, and I could feel your body and I could fuck you right here and right now.”

She wanted him, and she tightened her grip on his shirtsleeve, wanting to pull him in, wanting him to fulfil all those sexy promises.

“But I won’t. I won’t until you ask me to. Do you want me to kiss you?”

His lips were so close to hers that she could already feel the force of the kiss. She nodded her head ever so slightly.

“Ask me,” he panted, obviously enflamed by the situation.

She could feel him pressing into her, his body that close to hers.
She wasn’t not thinking, only feeling. Desire was the only thing she was aware of as she leaned forward to breathe one short word. “Please.”

As her lips pressed together on the last letter, his lips forced roughly against hers. The kiss was fierce, passionate and attacking, and pressed her against the wall, the sharp edges cutting into her back as she wrapped her arms around him and gave as much back as he released. Their bodies moulded automatically together, their chests rubbing and their legs entwined as the passion mounted.

It was a kiss and then some. Her whole body was involved and his hands cupping her hips felt as natural as her fingers splayed open over his back that pulled him closer, taking his tongue deeper into her mouth as it tickled and danced with her own. She lost herself in the kiss, fighting to keep her mind open, fighting to think, but losing ground as that mouth skilfully manipulated hers and his fingers tactfully scrunched her skirt, higher and higher until she realised her thighs were being exposed.

She wriggled against him, trying to loosen his grip, but he just lifted her skirt higher. Part of her was mortified; someone could walk past. Another part of her enjoyed the thrill of the sea air on her thighs and she was overjoyed at the sexual contact from this handsome man.

To read more descriptions of the place I love and to get much more tension, sexual anticipation and hot, hot, hot sex scenes pick up a copy of Sweet Surrender and enjoy the rest of Yorkshire Day!

I’m spoiling you, I really am. Today I’m giving you two sexy smooches from my two latest releases!

Kiss number one will be of use to all of us feeling like we’re being roasted alive in the summer sun. This snowy interlude is picked specially for you from Making it Real.

“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 if that’s not enough, Here’s a sweet kiss from Lyrical, where, for a change, it is my hero who is curvy and cuddly!

“Why are you so tense, Pete?” She asks, running a hand down my arm. “Don’t you want me here?”

“No, I mean yes, I mean don’t go.” I flush and she giggles. “I’m just not sure what to do next.”

Chloe shifts in her seat to look straight at me, her nose a bare inch from my own.

“Kiss me.” She whispers in a voice barely louder than a breath. Her mellow green eyes fix on mine as I tilt forward. She encourages me wordlessly on with the lustful spark in her eye. Oh please God let it be lustful and not disgusted or faintly amused. I suck at reading people, I really do.

My lips touch hers and the worry slips away from my mind. I’m now consumed with the sweet pressure of her lips on mine and the undulation of our mouths as we kiss. I’m tense at first, stiff and rigid, but with gentle movements and great patience her lips break through the barrier and my mouth slips open. I groan deep in my chest as her tongue darts inside of me. It feels so intimate, as if I am being fucked by her tongue.

“And this,” she says, pulling away from my lips and giving me a moment to breathe, “is where my real talent lies. Would you like to see more of my oral technique?”

Now for those writers who want to join in Snogs of any length, any intensity and any heat level are welcome. Just remember to link me up from your site and have fun reading through all the different snogs on this lovely Sunday. It’s always good to read other people’s works, you never know when you might happen upon a new favourite author! Also feel free to use the Sunday snog banner, here’s the image link for those of you who want it!

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So what are you waiting for? Pucker up and add your kisses to the list below: