Jan 22, 2017

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  Helen Sibbritt!  

Helen can you please contact bronwynjameson (at) gmail (dot) come to receive your prize!

And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Playing the Player........


After a long history with crappy guys, high school teacher Em Newman is going man-vegan. Four months of revirginization has opened her eyes to her doormat imitation but, baby’s got spine now, and some smooth-talking—even if he is sinfully hot—rugby player, won’t be adding her as a notch anytime soon.

Lincoln Quinn loves rugby, women, and poker. And he likes to win at all three. When his team mates bet him he can’t break through Em’s resolve, he’s more than up for the challenge. But this lady has a shoebox of stipulations before she’ll even go on a date with him, much less use that mouth for kissing instead of giving orders.

Something’s gotta give but this time Em’s not settling. And Linc’s questioning everything he ever knew about matters of the heart.

Em and Linc have just been to the wedding of Dex and Harper. They didn't go together but she's a little tipsy on booze and migraine pills and he's offered her a lift home. During their drive they've discussed why nothing is going to happen between them because Em is done with players and because Linc doesn't take advantage of inebriated women. After a couple of attempts to get out of his low, low car in her high, high stillettos, he's removed them for her so she doesn't break her neck and decided he'd better walk her to her front door as well.

“Come on.” He reached for her elbow again. “I’ll walk you to your door.”
            She didn’t argue this time. She figured his car was probably difficult enough to get out of sober, so she allowed him to help her out and guide her down the path. She didn’t notice the cold cement beneath her bare feet, conscious as she was of his hand on her bare arm, of the brush of his sleeve against her shoulder, and the occasional bump of their hips.
She was glad the distance was short because her resolve to go inside alone was weakening by the second. Ever since he’d mentioned kissing she could think of little else.
Oh, that’s right, she was the one who’d mentioned kissing.
            Em turned as she mounted the one step that formed a small alcove to her recessed front door. He stayed on the path, but he was well within touching distance. The overhead light shone directly on his head, spilling golden rays over his blond hair and making the snowy white of his expensive shirt glow. The open collar and the dangling tails of his bow tie added a whole extra dollop of sexy.
He was simply dazzling, and Em’s pulse fluttered madly at the sight of him.
Green. His eyes were a pale green.
“Thank you for the lift. And for the hand out of your ridiculously low car and your assistance to my door. And for not making a move on me.”
            “It was my pleasure. Or, you know”—he grinned and shoved his hands in his pockets—“not, as the case may be.”
Em grinned back, momentarily awed by the way his face moved in perfect combination to create such utter masculine beauty. It was hard to believe it was regularly driven into the dirt in the name of sport. She half expected to see a little fake sparkle shining from one of his front teeth like a toothpaste commercial.
Standing here smiling at each other like idiots under her front porch light, Em thought maybe they could actually be friends. She’d never had a guy friend, due to the whole desperately seeking daddy thing that had been occupying her psyche for far too long. It could be kinda cool, and Harper would like it. But then his gaze dropped to her breasts. And lingered.
Nope. Definitely not friends.
“You should go in. You’re cold.”
            He could have been referring to the goose bumps on her arms, but he wasn’t staring at her arms. He was staring at her fripples, twin headlights beaming at him, the tight points almost painful against the fabric of her bra. Those green eyes widened at the sight, the small dark blobs of his pupils dilating slightly. She might still be a little tipsy, but she knew lust when she saw it.
And just like that, she was back to wanting him.
Friends? She could never be friends with Lincoln Quinn. She was always going to want to tear his clothes off.
Damned if that didn’t send a frenzy of signals to all her good places. A flood of heat erupted from her pelvis and flashed like wildfire through her system. Her heart beat drummed through her head and throbbed between her legs—the perfect duff duff beat for her vagina party.
Em couldn’t ever remember wanting a man like this.
“Oh, screw it,” she muttered to herself, dropping her clutch, phone,  shoes, and wrap in a messy, noisy heap as she took a step forward, rose on her tiptoes, slid her arms around his neck, and pressed her mouth to his.
            She didn’t know what to expect. There hadn’t been a plan, like so often when she kissed a guy.
Hell, she wasn’t thinking logically.
She just...wanted. Desired. Needed. Like a drink of water for a parched throat. Or a blast of oxygen to deprived lungs.
But Lincoln seemed to know what to do, opening to her straight away on a groan that vibrated through her belly, his hands sliding around her waist and pulling her closer.
He tasted like wedding cake and every bad thing she’d been denying herself. She had four months of pent up lust vibrating inside her, and she was giving it all to him.
Suddenly, though, he was tearing his mouth away, shaking his head. “Okay, wait,” he panted, pressing his forehead to hers. “Wait.”
Em sucked air in and out of her lungs, confusion muddying her thoughts. Her heart hammered against her ribs like it was trying to get out.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered, his voice low and throaty, the light green of his eyes practically swallowed up by the dilation of his pupils.
He was right. They shouldn’t be. They should stop. If they didn’t, she was going to hate herself in the morning for her lack of control.
“I know,” she said huskily, trying to clear her head, trying to resist temptation, but failing as her hips moved restlessly against him. “I know,” she repeated.
But maybe, just for now, they could...

For a chance to *win a digital copy of Playing the Player (must have an Amazon account) leave an answer to the following question in the comments and yes, it may make us all blush a little so fair warning....

I think this is the first book - and I've written 60+!! - where I've actually used the anatomically correct name for the errr.....lady parts. I almost didn't. And then I thought - why not? Half of the world has one and it fitted perfectly into the sceneBut do "real" words drag you out of a book? Lets face it, they're not pretty words, right so is it an ewwwww moment? Would you rather read soft euphemisms or just have genitalia (another unpretty word) mentioned through implication rather than direct language?

*The winner will be gifted a copy after the Jan 30th release date!

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

Smooch Graphic by WebWeaver


  1. Hi Amy

    Firstly thank you woohoo email about to be sent :)

    I don't have a problem with how genitalia is described I am very happy with the real word actually I think that sentence is fabulous I love it. I have to honest and say that the C word isn't one of my favourites but it doesn't turn me off a good story. Amy I can't wait for this book to fall onto my kindle I am loving this series and cannot highly recommend it enough to anyone who has not read it bring on Linc and Em :)

    Have Fun

    1. Congrats Helen! :-)
      Ya know, I've not used the c word yet. I'm not saying I wouldn't necessarily, it doesn't offend me particularly but as yet I've not seen the need.
      Maybe one day...

  2. No words interrupted my enjoyment reading that excerpt, Amy. I figure if used in the right context with the right created atmosphere in the story you can get away with just about anything.

  3. Fab excerpt, Amy!

    As for the kind of language used, I think the genre is big and broad enough to encompass it all. For me it's down to the viewpoint character's voice -- if it's the same language they think and speak in throughout the rest of the book then it'll ring true for me.

    1. That's true, Michelle. There's nothing worse than a character saying something that just doesn't sound like them!

  4. I loved this excerpt Amy. I was totally engrossed in your story and in your writing, I do love your voice, and the smile that lit up my face when reading "vagina party" was one of pleasant surprise and genuine admiration for your turn of phrase. No it did not pull me out of the story at all, but moved me deeper into it. I had a better appreciation for her situation. Well done you for thinking of it.

  5. It's ok in a book, I don't like using it myself.

  6. There's been times I've disliked the anatomically correct term being used in a book, but that said it's usually because it doesn't fit with the scene or the characters.
    Yay, on Dex and Harper's wedding.
    Trying to patiently wait for this story to release (STUPID AMERICAN ELECTION!) Count me out of the drawing, I've already got it on pre-order on Kobo.

    1. Aww, thanks for the pre-order, Lyn!
      Yes, the election did put a bit of a spanner in the works.....

  7. I agree with everything noted above: smiled when I read about the party, it was funny and fit right into the story in the right "voice", don't like using the words myself but okay with it in a book (as, really, how often should those words enter a conversation unless you're talking to your doctor, LOL?), and, finally, I am very much looking forward to reading more about these two! Thanks for sharing!

    1. I'm very naughty Laney, whenever I'm talking to my brother I try to slip it into the conversation as much as possible because he can be a bit of a prude and I like to see him squirm.
      Bad sister :-)

  8. I actually dislike cutesy names for genitalia so I'd stick to penis and vagina EXCEPT I'm not a fan of them in the middle of sex scenes. I read one book and the heroine continually referred to the hero's penis and it was so unsexy and unromantic.

    1. Thanks Jospehine. It's so interesting isn't it. I had a review once say how she hated me using the word penis (I think I'd used it twice)I think any of those words can get distracting when its supposed to be about the emotional act rather than the physical one.

  9. Honestly didn't even noticed..... such a great read, hooked and have this one pre-ordered... Love it :) Keep up the good work Amy. I know what he is up to...wait... yeah right....keep her hanging out for more. lol ;) Sorry, just me always thinking. My self not use but in reading fine with it.

  10. Real words are better than most slang words


  11. Great smooch, Amy. I think this use of 'the words' depends on the context. I thought your use was brilliant and funny.

  12. I think it mostly depends on the situation. If it fits the mood as such and does not seem out of place then the use is fine and not off putting at all.
    I had to chuckle at 'vagina party' - knew the feeling exactly. ;)

  13. I pretty much always write in euphemisms but reading anatomically correct descriptions don't jolt me out of well-written scenes. And your scenes are always well-written and steamy ;) LOVED this book - a brilliant rounding out of the series. ❤️

  14. Hi Amy! What a terrific scene. So real and enjoyable! No, I had no problem with the language. It's more, I think about how words are used in context and this seemed completely natural.

  15. Very steamy excerpt, Amy! I could go with with either the "real word" or euphemisms.

    1. Hi Sharlene,
      It's funny you know, I could easily have just written, the party in her pants but thats not how it came to me. In edits I contemplated changing it but I decided I liked the way it read and decided not to.

  16. I have no problem with the use of medically correct terms to describe genitalia. I figure the author knows what word to use in context with each story, as the content will dictate the language used. I liked "vagina party" very clever!!! I will be searching for this book on Amazon, Em seems like she is in for an adventure!

    1. Oh she is Laurie :-)
      If you click on the cover it will take you directly to the books Amazon page!