Sunday, January 8, 2012
Sunday Snoggin with Someone Like You
Thought I'd use an upcoming release for the snog this week. But if you want to know more, you'll have to check out the book!
Someone Like You
Prequel to Tangled Up
M/F, toys, anal sex
Releases January 23rd
She’s the one he wants, he just doesn’t know it yet.
Arran Mayes—Confirmed bachelor. Loves a good bottle of wine, hearty conversation and men. Determined to open his own pizzeria, he’s not looking for love or a woman.
Then he sees her. Can a tomcat playboy settle down in the arms of a good woman?
Mindy Dawson—She’s not interested in relationships or dating after having been through the wringer more times than she can count. Attending college is for a BA...not an "MRS" degree.
Until she sees him. Is she woman enough to tame Arran’s ways? Or will their love affair burn out before it gets started?
Reader Advisory: This story contains lovers who didn’t know they connected, finding their mutual satisfaction with anal sex and a few toys for fun.
And now for the snog-a-licious fun!
Arran stared at her mouth. Lush coral lips, just a hint of gloss or lipstick. His mouth watered. No five o’clock shadow to abrade his face, but tickly wisps of her hair swirled over his cheek when she moved. He liked the scratch of a beard, but the tickle had promise.
“I want to kiss you.” There. He’d blurted out his intentions. When the fuck had things become so complicated? Men weren’t so hard to deal with.
“Um…so do it?”
Women couldn’t seem to make up their minds. Neither could he. “Min—”
Instead of giving him time to talk himself out of what he wanted, Mindy went for it and kissed him first. Soft lips connected with his. Her breasts crushed against his chest. She stroked wide circles around his shoulders and back. Arran groaned. Damn. If he thought kissing boys was fun, kissing girls—this girl to be exact—ranked right up there with perfect.
His jeans constricted around his hips and holy hell, he had a stiffy. Fuck, yeah. Heat flowed through his veins as she tangled her tongue with his. She tasted sweet, like mint and something else. Dew? Rain? Could one taste rain? If it was possible, then Mindy tasted like spring rain.
Mindy ground her hips into the V of his thighs. Whoa. A new rush of heat and tingles shot to his cock. They had to stop—had to slow down at least or he’d come in his jeans. He wanted more than a quick fuck or petting session in the hallway. Arran broke the kiss first, cupping her face in both his hands.