Sunday Smooch with Amy Andrews

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a smooch from  Amy Andrews but first 


... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Lucy Waterhouse!!!


Can you please contact susannebellamy (at) gmail (dot) com to receive your copy of Engaging the Enemy


And now for today's Sunday Smooch from No More Mr Nice Guy


Amy says - No More Nice Guy has no official blurb or cover just yet and isn't out to September 29th but I couldn't wait to share a snippet of my sexy new Brazen from Entangled Publishing.

I've included a blurb of my own just to give everyone a bit of an idea but the official one will vary when it comes up for pre-order in the next couple of weeks.

Josie Butler is leaving her nice, safe, boring existence in small-town Australia in search of adventure in London. But first she’s spending a couple of weeks with her best friend Sal. Shopping and shoes and Friend’s re-runs – what could possibly go wrong?

One night of too many fruity cocktails and a sex-list later, Josie has her answer. Especially when Mack, Sal’s older brother, discovers the list and thinks it’s hysterical that strait-laced Josie would ever actually go through with it.

Goaded by his disbelief, Josie sets out to prove him wrong with the baddest guy she can find. Only she didn’t bargain on it being Mack. But when Mack shucks off his nice guy image he does it in spectacular fashion and they’re soon blowing through her list and an illustrated sex guide at a rate of knots.

But as Josie’s flight to London looms and their feelings get deeper what started out as a straightforward proposition gets a lot more complicated. 

  
Scene set-up

Josie and Mack have just had their minds blown by a night of very unexpected sex. Sal, Josie's best friend and Mack's sister is, thankfully, oblivious and carries on the morning after as per usual. She's been on at Mack to buy a new bed for ages (he's currently sleeping on a mattress on the floor) and he finally agrees. Sal tries to convince Josie to go with him.

WARNING -  the passage contains use of the F word. Please don't read if that's likely to offend.

Smooch



She looked at Josie speculatively. “What are you doing today? I can’t go with him. I have a small-animal clinic that goes for hours.”

Josie looked at Sal, ignoring the rub of Mack’s thigh. “You want me to go with him?”

“He can’t go by himself. He’ll spend a fortune on something no-frills. Utilitarian. You know what he’s like. All about function rather than style. The man’s got no flair.”

“Mmm,” Josie said. Normally, she’d have agreed with Sal. Mack had a long history of buying expensive, practical, ugly things. But one thing she knew for sure after last night— Mack had flair to burn.

Sal pushed the toast toward her. “The man’s been celibate for six months. He needs a little debauchery in his life.”

Who didn’t need a bit of debauchery in their life? Josie was fast becoming a convert. And God knew Sal could compel anyone to do anything with those expressive blue eyes of hers—she really should have been leading a cult. But Josie didn’t want to seem too eager, either. “Mack’s not going to want his bossy little sister’s friend along for the ride.”

“I don’t mind,” he said cheerfully.

Josie glanced at him. Amusement sparked in his olive green gaze, and she narrowed her eyes slightly to warn him. 

“Sal’s right. I could do with a woman’s perspective. You know…for all the debauchery.”

“Atta boy,” Sal said.

Josie rolled her eyes. But inside, a delighted thrill squirmed from her belly to her throat like a firework launched into the night sky. “Okay.”

“Come on down at twelve. I’ll drive.”

Josie was about to add something else inane, in case Sal could see the giddy jig happening inside her, but her friend suddenly swore under her breath as she checked her watch. “Come on, brother dearest,” she said, taking a gulp of  her coffee. “We’re late.” She shoved half a piece of toast in her mouth as she reached for her bag. “It’s a bit hard to justify when we live upstairs.”

Mack stood, and Josie immediately felt the loss of his nearness. The press of his thigh, the rub of his arm. “Right behind you,” he said. “Just gotta grab something from the bedroom.”

Sal nodded absently as she headed for the door. “You and me,” she threw over her shoulder in Josie’s general direction as she turned the knob. “Tonight. Out.”

“Okay. Sure, if you want. I’ll—” But Sal was already disappearing out the door, and as soon as it clicked shut, Mack was stepping between her thighs and placing his hands either side of her, crowding her back.

“You and me.” He lowered his head until he was growling in her ear. “Tonight. Naked in my bed. F***ing. Begging me for more.”

Everything inside Josie turned to putty. Just the bald statement alone had caused a rush of heat and wet between her legs, and she bit down on her lip to stop the whimper as her senses infused with the smell of Mack. Without a doubt, she’d put Oliver Twist to shame tonight.

And then he kissed her. Hard. Uncompromising. Josie held onto his hips and opened to him. Heat and lust and raw primal need slammed into her belly and squeezed hard. She was never going to last until tonight. She wanted to beg right now. Don’t go to work. Stay here. F*** me now.

He pulled away abruptly and took a pace back, which was probably just as well. Josie’s senses reeled as she dragged air into starved lungs. It was gratifying to see him equally breathless.

“See you at noon,” he said.

And walked out the door.

 

For a chance to win a copy of NMMNG tell me, have you ever kept a secret from a friend that almost killed you? Did that friend ever find out? Were there consequences? 

Amy's promise - although the book isn't out until 29th September, I will ensure the winner receives a digital copy from Amazon on release day! 

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a new smooch will be posted!

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