17th Dec 2011

Blissemas Day 18 Sunday Snog!

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It’s the 18th day of Blissemas and it is time to snuggle up and snog! Comment on my Sunday Snog today and you’ll be put in the draw to win a kindle! Check out the rules here.

And today I’m taking part in the HUGE Stuff your Stocking Blog hop and my giveaway is a copy of Making it Real! Just comment below to be put in the draw! There are hundreds of authors joining in the fun so be sure to check it out!

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Today’s snog is one of my most favourite seasonal scene that I’ve written and it is taken from Making it Real.

He’s her secret fantasy, but can she turn her dreams into reality? Mary loves the internet but is surprised to find herself falling in love over it. 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?

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Now here’s a sweet snowy snog for you to enjoy!

The air was crisp, cold and soft in that unique way you only ever get when it snows. The flakes fluttered down in fast flurries and obscured everything more than an inch or so from the end of my nose. As I got used to the closeness of the snow, I could see my lawn was already coated with an inch thick layer.

Will stood next to me, bare hands raised to the sky, his face lifted up to the tickling snowflakes. He straightened his head with a smile and a laugh, then shook it furiously and ran his fingers over his cheeks to knock away the snow which lay there.

“Snow,” he cried.

“Snow,” I replied, his enthusiasm contagious. He ran onto the lawn and I could hear him whooping and laughing. I ran over to join him.

Whoomf! Snow hit my coat just above my breast and showered my chin with snow drops.

“Hey,” I yelled. “You little bugger.” I dropped my shoulder and scooped up some snow and packed it into my hand as another snowball hit my arm. “That’s it,” I shouted, “you’re in for it now.” I followed the shrieks of laughter. As I glimpsed his dark coat through the snow, I launched the cool sphere in its direction. I was soon rewarded by the dull thud of it making contact. “Ha, take that.” I giggled and scooped up more. I ducked as I heard the whoosh of displaced air flying behind another snowball, straightened up and launched my own. “Ha, you missed me.” I heard another satisfying thud and a muffled curse.

“No more mister nice guy,” he exclaimed and I heard the fast-paced crunching as he rushed towards me. I turned to see where he was heading and got whacked. A rocket of snow impacted and exploded on my face, covering me in cold, cold snowflakes that tickled my skin.

“Mary, you okay?” Will was beside me, looking concerned. I laughed and pressed my handful of snow into his cheek.

“I am now,” I giggled. I ducked and ran away, laughing as he cursed then guffawed. Another ball left my hand, but I missed him. I was so engrossed in making a new missile that I didn’t hear him creep up behind me, but suddenly I felt the scarf pulled away from my neck and a flurry of ice hit the hot flesh of my neck and flowed down as it melted into cool streams. I screamed and shook.

“You bastard,” I cried, when my breath returned from the icy shock. I ran at him, snow in hand and grasped for his coat. He shook, shimmied and escaped. I ran at him again and grabbed him at the front, pulling on that expensive coat and forcing the snow in my right hand down into the space I managed to create between his neck and the material.

“Ha, sweet revenge,” I giggled as he shook and shuddered. His hand shot out and held me by the collar. “No, no, no.” I tried to wriggle from his grasp, but as he leant down to the ground to scoop up the snow, he pulled me with him. I kept giggling, shrieking and struggling to escape, but he was holding me fast and he pulled the zip down on my mac until my chest was exposed. He smooshed a massive handful of cold whiteness into the creamy flesh there, pressed it down and squashed it against my exposed skin. It took my breath away. He held his hands there as it melted. The icy shock tickled and made me giggle and gasp. When the mass of moistness melted completely, he left his cold hand pressed against my warming skin. The shock of his touch, so intimately pressed over my heart, took my breath away.

“I surrender.” I gasped, my heart thumping.

“Well, I’m not going to let you.” He grinned, turning to scoop up more snow.

“No!” I screamed and tried to pull away from him. All I managed to do was overbalance. I fell to the snow covered lawn, pulling Will down on top of me.

Laughing hysterically, he spluttered, “Are you okay?”

I was giggling, too.

“Yes, I’m fine.” I felt his body heat warming me. I became aware of my breath as it escaped in short pants. “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.

To read more you can pick up Making it Real from all good ebook sellers including All romance ebooks, Amazon Kindle US and UK.

Now you’ve enjoyed this kiss check out the others posted below and authors feel free to add your snog to the list. Just pick a kiss excerpt from one of your works (published or unpublished) and post it up on your blog. Use the Sunday Snog Banner, link back to this post then when you’ve posted it pop back here and add your URL to the list. It’s as simple as that! If you need any help at all please feel free to contact me victoria @ victoria blisse .co. uk (no spaces)

Make sure you comment below to be put in the draw to win a kindle, we’re in the last few days of Blissemas now so don’t dilly-dally!

Also you check out http://blissemas.co.uk for today’s spot prize which is a copy of another of my festive books, Seductive Rendezvous.

Next Sunday is, as I am sure you’re aware, Christmas day so the Sunday Snog will have a brief break but come back on New Years day for a new start to a new year full of kissing fun!

17th Dec 2011

Blissemas Day 17 with Wendi Zwaduk!

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You better not pout, you better not cry, you better not shout and I’m telling you why, Blissemas Klaus is coming to town!

My pathetic attempt at another Christmas classic will become clear when you pop over to the talented Wendi Zwaduk’s page today. She’s sharing with us a hot and steamy Blissemas inspired piece of flash fiction! It is really hot stuff so hold onto your santa hats, folks! Also remember to comment too because that gets you into our draw to win a kindle!

Also today we need your help. We’re running a super awesome contest on the last day of Blissemas which is on top of your chance of winning a kindle. The prize is amazing so we want an amazing way to win it and we need your help. Answer one simple question and fill in a little form (it’ll take you a matter of moments) and send it in. There’s a little prize package of freebies to all who take the time to fill the form in. Please pass this on to your friends, thanks!

16th Dec 2011

Blissemas Friends Friday with Indigo Skye!

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We’ve got the lovely Indigo Skye with us today answering my Blissemas questions for your pleasure! Remember to leave a comment to be entered in the contest to win a kindle! Now, I’ll hand you over to Indigo!

Do you enjoy the winter?

I love it. Winter in the Rockies is a beautiful and inspiring time of year. After a snowstorm, the mountains look just like a picture postcard. I enjoy snowshoeing in the forest, and taking winter camping trips to the desert with friends, exploring the ruins at Chaco Canyon, Comb Ridge, and Mesa Verde. It’s wonderful to visit in the winter-time- there aren’t as many tourists, so we’ve got the place to ourselves. Sometimes this leads to naughty adventures in the great outdoors. Nothing better than cuddling up with a good book- or a good man- on a cold and blustery winter day.

Do you write about the winter holidays (Christmas etc) often?

I’m a witch, so I celebrate the Winter Solstice with friends each December. I’ve written several poems and short stories about different aspects of winter holidays and the seasons. The beauty of the snow-capped peaks is an endless inspiration, this time of year!

What’s your favourite festive tale?

The holidays can be a stressful time. I love to soak away my cares in a bubble-bath, with a glass of red wine and a good book. Right now I’m re-reading Helen Fielding’s novel, Bridget Jones’ Diary. Her hilarious antics are always good for a laugh!

Is winter sexy?

Winter is a very sexy time of year. I feel most alive in the winter-time, and spend lots of time reading- and writing- steamy, seductive stories to keep me warm! When I’m stressed from too much holiday shopping, I like to treat myself to a pedicure and a massage- a little pampering keeps me feeling sexy and energized throughout the holiday season. My favorite holiday tradition is kissing beneath the mistletoe- if it were up to me, we’d do that year-round, not just at Christmas-time.

What’s your latest release tell us all about it!

I recently had two short stories published in the erotica anthology, Seducing the Myth, edited by Lucy Felthouse. What an amazing project. I’m honored to have been chosen. The stories I submitted are very different. “Saving Orpheus” is an erotic re-imagining of the tale of Orpheus. It begins when Orpheus is cast out of Hades, suicidal with grief. As the tale unfolds, we meet a bold naiad who saves his life and gives him a second chance at love. “The Weary Traveller” tells the tale of a bard who wanders into Faerie for a surprising, lusty encounter with the Fey Queen and her faerie maidens. The fabulous Ms. Felthouse collected sexy renditions of myths and legends throughout the world, compiling them into one steamy volume. Need a hot, sexy read to keep you up all night? Look no further!


Do you believe in Father Christmas?

I’m a big believer in the Christmas spirit, whether or not I celebrate the holiday itself. I live in a small community that does a lot to help the needy, especially around the holidays. Lots of folks are supporting diaper drives and food drives, silent auctions, The Giving Tree, and other events. Larger organizations like Project Merry Christmas and the Salvation Army, and other programs provide local families with emergency funds for bills, gas cards, warm winter coats, and hot meals, along with the little extras to help their kids have a happy holiday. I don’t know about Father Christmas and his army of toy-making elves, but I believe in that. I love the spirit of giving and generosity so evident in our community.

What’s your Favourite festive food?

You can get the most gorgeous oranges at Christmas time. I love eating them in bed with a lover, then licking each other clean…

Which film do you watch over again at Christmas time?

I love ‘A Christmas Story’ and National Lampoon’s ‘Christmas Vacation’. I also love the old classic Claymation version of ‘Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer.’ For more adult fare, the film ‘Bridget Jones’ Diary’ is always a favorite.


Do you get much writing done between the festivities?

I’m a dedicated writer. Rare is the day when I don’t put pen to page and compose something new. Holidays can be a distraction- or an inspiration! I’m in a very creative period right now, with tons of ideas flowing.

I have a special holiday gift for your readers, Victoria. I’m happy to announce I’ll be giving away three copies of my e-book, Her Captive Muse, to three commenters on this site. Just tell me about your sexiest holiday encounter in the comments section below, and I’ll choose a winner before the holidays. Don’t forget to leave your email or twitter contact info so I can give a big shout-out to the winners!

Here’s more info on the lovely Indigo Skye and her book Her Captive Muse!

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Her Captive Muse:
When Brendan Delaney answered an ad for an artist’s model, he was looking for an easy way to earn some extra cash. But Morgan Roan wanted more than just a model. Soon, Brendan finds himself caught in a web of deception and desire, lust and betrayal—her captive muse. What price pleasure?

Indigo Skye is a writer and photographer living in the American Southwest. Her first novel, Her Captive Muse, was released by Noble Romance Publishers in January. Her work has been widely published online. Last fall, her short story “True Confession” was published in the anthology Uniform Behavior. Her short story, “My Demon Lover,” was recently featured in the Noble Romance Anthology, Red Roses & Shattered Glass. Two of her short stories, “The Weary Traveler” and “Saving Orpheus” were recently chosen for the erotica anthology, Seducing the Myth, edited by Lucy Felthouse. A full list of her published works is available on her blog.

Contact Indigo:

Blog: http://indigoskyeinkandart.blogspot.com

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/indigoinkandart

Don’t forget to comment! Not only does your comment set you up with a chance to win the Blissemas Kindle if you tell Indigo about your Sexiest Holdiay encounter you could win a copy of Her Captive Muse! So what are you waiting for?
15th Dec 2011

The 15th day of Blissemas with Taige Crenshaw!

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We’re in the last week of Blissemas…no really! Make sure you’ve been round to all the blissemas blogs and left your comments for your maximum number of entries into the draw to win the lovely Blissemas kindle!

Today’s Blissemas elf lets us in on one of her fondly remembered Christmas Traditions. Pop over to Taige Crenshaw ‘s blog to be surprised then be sure to share one of your seasonal traditions (even if it’s just ‘I avoid it all’, that counts)in a comment to win that kindle!

Also today there is a seriously sexy spot prize of a Bullet Vibrator donated by the lovely Lucy Felthouse! so check out the Blissemas post today for your way to win!

14th Dec 2011

The 14th Day of Blissemas with Talia Carmichael.

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Merry Blissemas everybody!

Talia Carmichael is sharing one of her treasured Christmas memories with us today and it sounds delicious! Pop over and read her lovely blog then add your own comment to be in with a chance to win a kindle!

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