Funny really that today’s flash fiction is called ‘once’ because today’s post is certainly not just about one thing!

Of course it is Wednesday so we have our Silver Flash with the prompt of ‘Well someone’s got to stop him’ and I’m in on Wank Wednesday this week with the prompt ‘Once’ but before all that (I like to keep you in anticipation!) a quick reminder that tomorrow I am Chatting at The Romance Reviews tomorrow, so come on over and say hello AND there will be several opportunities to win brilliant Blisse prizes tomorrow!

I’ll have a guest blogger on here tomorrow, but I will send out a chat reminder on facebook, twitter and google+ (add me!) in case folks forget.

Okay, now on to the Flash!

“He listened to me once upon a time, but not now.”

“But someone’s got to stop him,” Dee slapped her hand down on the coffee table, “he’s going to self-destruct otherwise.”
“Let his girlfriend deal with it,” I sighed, “he’s not spoken to me since they got together.”

“Didn’t you know?” Dee looked at me, mouth agape, “they split up about a month ago now, that’s why he’s gone off the rails.”

“Oh.” I let the new info sink in.

“So? I hear he’s going to be a Gregg’s party tonight…”

“I’ll be there but that’s all I’m saying.”

“Cool,” Dee smiled smugly. She knew she’d won.

That night I turned up at Gregg’s fashionably late. Not on purpose, just because it’d taken me forever to decide what to wear. I’ve not been to a party for years, once I was a party queen, once I’d not let a Friday night go by without going out. Once was a long time ago, when Mark and I were still friends.

I couldn’t see him at first but I could hear him. He was angry but I couldn’t work out why.

“Thank God your here,” Gregg hurried over to me, “Mark is going crazy, I don’t know what to do.”

“And you think I do? Gregg, I’ve not spoken to the guy for almost five years.”

“Can you try, please?”

I sighed and nodded. Gregg pointed me in the direction of the disturbance. Mark had some poor guy cornered and he was yelling in his face.

“How dare you say that, how dare you? We were together for five fucking years man, how dare you tell me she never loved me.”

I took a deep breath and pushed myself between Mark and the scared gent.

“Calm down, love, calm down, there’s no need for this.”

“Thank you,” the guy behind me whispered, “thanks so much.”

“What the hell are you doing, Kay, it’s none of your business.”

“Well, it seems a lot of people disagree. What the hell do you think you’re playing at?”

“I’m not talking about it, not with you, not with anyone.” He stormed off, then turned and yelled over his shoulder,
“And you mate, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.”

I’d not seen so much anger in his eyes for a long time. My ex-best friend and long-time crush was hurting a lot.”
I turned to the guy behind me.

“Don’t worry about him, it’ll blow over but what did you say to him?”

“I wasn’t even talking to him. Someone mentioned about his girlfriend leaving him and I said that she’d been seen in clubs with other men on a regular basis over the years, hell, she went home with my mate Carl a few months ago. She was not in love with him.”

“Ah, okay, well lesson learned. Don’t gossip about a person who’s there in the flesh.I better go and see where he’s got to.”

A sea of hands point me through to the back room and then people there tell me he’d gone out into the garden. I followed through the opened patio doors.

“Mark,” he didn’t even turn to look at me, just continued to stare at the patch of grass before him, “Mark, love, what’s the matter?”

His shoulders shook, I knew he was crying. Mark had never cried before. I took a chance and I laid my arm around his shoulder. He turned to me and buried his head in my shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and held me so tight that it fairly took my breath away.

“Oh, darling, what has she done to you?” I whisper and stroke my hand down his back.

He doesn’t reply.

“It’s okay, I’m here,” I continue to talk in a low tone, “I’m here, hush now.”

“Oh, Kay,” his words drip with sadness, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.”

“I’m so sorry I chose her over you.”

“It’s okay, my love, it’s okay,”

“She did love me, once.”

“I’m sure she did,” I was all about soothing him, I didn’t want him to feel any worse.

“I should never have given in to her jealousy, though. You’re my best friend, you are still my friend, yes?”

“Mark my love, would I be here, wrapping you in my embrace if not?”

He pulled back a little and looked at me, his eyes red with tears,

“No, I guess not.”

“Once upon a time,” I said, swallowing a lump of sentiment rising in my throat, “I promised to you to always be there when you needed me, all those years ago I promised to be your friend for always and forever. I don’t break promises, Mark.”

We looked at each other, then. It was surreal. I’d always loved him, was his friend for ten years because I loved him. I knew it was stupid, he’d never love me in the same way back but he was brilliant company and we made a brilliant pair, even if it was only platonic. I’d missed him so much. It had hurt me more than I can express when he told me his new girl wanted him to have nothing to do with me and he had to agree, she’d dump him if he didn’t. He was besotted, I understood but it still broke my heart.

“Once,” he said, “you were my best friend in all the world and once, just once you tried to kiss me.”
I looked down, unable to meet his gaze. He lifted my chin with his finger.

“Well now, it is my turn to kiss you.”

Marks lips tasted of salt from the tears he’d recently shed. I kissed the bitterness away as I eagerly moulded my lips to his. He felt hard and real and his hands danced over my curves and held me so close to him that I felt I could barely breathe. I didn’t care, all I needed was more of his kisses.

If you want more flash fun then check out the blogs of these people:

Julie Hayes (M/M)

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Ryssa Edwards (M/M)

Lily Sawyer (M/M)

Yes folks, today I am excited because in just under 2 months time I get to introduce you all to Johnny the Djinn and his Master Rahul. My story written especially for the launch of Total-E-Bound‘s new Bollywood line is called Silver Screen Dream and is the first in a series of books I’ve called the Djinn’s Amulet.

Here’s the Series Blurb!

Generations of khans have worn a green amulet for luck and good fortune but only the wearers know that it is magic. It houses a djinn tamed generations before who must obey their every command. The Djinn’s name is Johnny, he longs for freedom and his true love and this is reflected in the tales he tells, the stories of his life.

And the book Blurb!

When true love conquers all what is a djinn to do?

Johnny is a djinn and he has a hard life. His master, Rahul is a massive Bollywood star who’s run off to England to avoid an arranged marriage, a marriage Johnny has to make happen, it’s his job.

Rahul further complicates matters by falling for a British Bollywood fan, Laura who he meets at a film premiere. How can Johnny get his master back to Mumbai to marry the woman he is pledged to and away from the English hussy who is steadily taking more and more of his attention? Johnny will use revenge and jealousy but how will he cope when true love is thrown into the mix?

So, any questions?

As in Google+. I got myself an invite today, so I am google plussed up. Anyone else over there? I’m on as Victoria Blisse, obviously and would love you to connect with me! I’m just starting to get the hang of it, it’s very new and shiny.

So since I’m on about social networking stuff I will remind you I am available for your tweeting pleasure on Twitter and you can be my friend on facebook too! Also you can ‘like’ me and I’d really like that. I’m an author, I have a fragile ego and the more it is stroked the better!

Do you use social networking? Which site is your favourite? I love twitter, it keeps me brief but I think I probably use facebook the most so far. I do like google+ though, so that might change.

So snogs. Snogs are brilliant, okay, I know it’s not the sexiest of terms but I like how British it is. Anyhow, whether you want to call it a kiss, a smooch or a game of tonsil hockey here’s this week’s sizzling Sunday snog!

This sensational smooch is from Getting Physical, which is currently available for $2.39 as I am Author of the month and discounted, cool eh? Anyway, Getting Physical is told from two points of view,skinny and self-conscious John and Curvy Terri who is not the most self confident person ever. They meet in a gym, Johns a regular but Terri only goes to appease her mother. When they first meet things don’t exactly go swimmingly but after John saves Terri from a scary situation they discover their mutual attraction.

“You have the most kissable lips…” I sighed, and as if I was under some external influence, I leant forward and closed the gap between us. I could feel her breath on my cheek. I waited for her to move, or to voice a rejection, but she didn’t and I pressed on.

I drifted closer. My lips brushed hers, barely touching them, but my body was electrified all the same. Every inch of me strained towards her, including my cock. I was so hard, and I wasn’t even kissing her yet. I pressed closer, expecting a slap, but her lips moulded to mine. I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her close to me.

I was delighted to feel her fingers embracing my bicep on one side and my shoulder on the other. Her touch signalled her acquiesce, and I stopped worrying and just kissed. It was sheer instinct that pressed my lips harder onto hers. It was my first real kiss, all the other pecks faded into insignificance as I revelled in her gentle touch.

Something changed, suddenly she was pressing harder against me, her tongue slipping between my lips to tango with my own. It was exquisitely strange, and I loved every moment of it. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest. The hard little nipples dug into the flesh covering my ribs as her hands travelled up into my hair and held me to the kiss.

She didn’t need to, though. I wouldn’t have stopped that kiss for anything. I didn’t want to gasp or even breathe; a man could die happy that way

I hope you enjoyed today’s kiss! I’ll do my best to supply you with one every Sunday!

As I hope you already know, I’m Author of the month for July at Xcite and that means you get 25% off all my books over there!

So here’s an Excerpt and details from Restoration to help you make your mind up!

An erotic short story in our Ulimate Curves rebenesque range by best-selling author Victoria Blisse.

Museum Restorer Theresa is thrilled when an ancient, dirt covered Roman Statue of Priapus comes into her care. She finds him fascinating and he becomes her erotic obsession. Night and day she is consumed by her lust for Priapus. Unknown to Theresa another person has been overtaken by the same obsession. It is only when her project is completed and Priapus is out on display that she discovers she is not the only one willing to take great risks just to worship the ancient god’s giant penis.