Sunday Smooch with Kandy Shepherd

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!


Today we have a smooch from Kandy Shepherd but first 


... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Tammy Y.


Can you please contact Amy Andrews at 

 amy(at)amyandrews(dot)com(dot)au

 to receive your copy of  Swept Away by the Seductive Stranger



And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Heart of the Bay

Their hearts are leading them...to home and to love.
 The Dolphin Bay trilogy: The Summer They Never Forgot, The Tycoon and the Wedding Planner, A Diamond in Her Stocking.

Scene set-up: There are three linked novels in Heart of the Bay all set in the fictional rural town of Dolphin Bay on the  south coast of New South Wales, Australia. This smooch is from the first story, The Summer They Never Forgot.

On her thirtieth birthday, running from betrayal, Sandy Adams has on impulse returned to Dolphin Bay the small coastal town where she spent her happiest teenage vacation ever with gorgeous, carefree surfer dude Ben Morgan.

Ben was her first love but thanks to interference from their families their romance never progressed. Twelve years later she finds a very different Ben, scarred both physically and emotionally from a tragic accident. The attraction is still as strong as ever but the barriers stopping them from taking a second chance seem insurmountable.

Sandy is in town for a few days to help out his injured aunt but Ben has made it very clear that there can be nothing more between them. At sunrise when she is walking along the beach she encounters him body surfing. Against all caution and common sense she waits for him on the beach.

Throwing driftwood for his dog Hobo they accidentally collide. Ben examines Sandy’s head for bumps to find she’s uninjured. But they’re close, so closer, closer than they’ve been for twelve years…

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“His big, scarred hands moved from her scalp to cradle her face. He tilted her head so she was forced to look up into his eyes. For a long moment he searched her face.

‘I don’t want to hurt you, Sandy,’ he said, his voice hoarse.

She knew he wasn’t talking about the collision. ‘I realise that, Ben,’ she whispered.

Then, with her eyes drowning in his, he kissed her.

She was so surprised she stood stock-still for a moment. Then she relaxed into the sensation of Ben’s mouth on hers. It felt like coming home.

When Ben had lifted his head from the wave and had seen Sandy standing on the beach, it had been as if the past and the present had coalesced into one shining moment. A joy so unexpected it was painful had flooded his heart.

And here he was, against all resolutions, kissing her.

Her lips were warm and pliant beneath his. Her breasts were pressed to his chest. Her eyes, startled at first, were filled with an expression of bliss.

He shouldn’t be kissing her. Starting things he could not finish. Risking pain for both of them. Bit those thoughts were lost in the wonder of having her close to him again.

It was as if the twelve years between kisses had never happened.

He twined his hands in her shiny vanilla-scented hair, tilted her head back as he deepened the kiss, pushed against her lips with his tongue. Her mouth parted to welcome him, to meet the tip of his tongue with hers.

She made a small murmur of appreciation and wound her arms around his neck. His arms slid to her waist, to the smooth, warm skin where her top stopped, drawing her close. He could feel her heart thudding against her chest.

He wanted her. She could surely feel his arousal. But this wasn’t just about sex. It had always been so much more than that with Sandy.

The world shrank to just him and her, and the surf was a muted pounding that echoed the pulsing of their hearts, the blood running hot through his veins.”

What's your favourite setting for a romantic getaway? Beach? Country? Snow? Or somewhere else entirely!  For a chance to win a paperback copy of Heart of the Bay (worldwide) please make a comment!

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a special Christmas Message from Bronwyn Jameson will be posted!

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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  Katrina W!





Can you please contact stefanie (at) stefanie-london (dot) com to receive your copy of A Dangerously Sexy Secret........

Also recapping the winners from our party to celebrate Melanie and Ally joining the Cats. have drawn the prizes and 

Prize A, courtesy of the LoveCats DownUnder, are:
Terry Traveler and
Laney4

The winners of prize B, courtesy of Mills and Boon Australia, and Jennifer St George, are:
Lucy Waterhouse and
Laura Russell

And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Hanky Spanky Christmas.

T'was the night before Christmas....

With a sudden hankering to be spanked, Darcy Henderson figures Mitch Callaghan is the man for the job. But is she woman enough to take it?

A fun, sexy Christmas novella with a sprinkling of kink from Amy Andrews.

The previous night, under the influence of one too many of Mitch's lethal's cocktails, Darcy propositioned him over some kinky action. Not really believing she wants what she thinks she wants, he tells her to come back when she's sober. 

Now its the next day, she's sober and she hasn't changed her mind....

She threw a quick look over her shoulder again before pressing her ear to the wooden surface thankful that Mitch’s unadorned door gave her easy access. His was the only one in the complex not boasting some kind of giant, mine’s-bigger-than-yours Christmas decoration. 

She listened hard but couldn’t hear any movement. The television wasn’t on. The stereo she often heard in the afternoons pumping out hard rock wasn’t playing. Maybe he’d gone out for a surf?  

Damn it. 

Darcy sighed, resigned to trying again. She was just about to unglue her ear from the door when it opened abruptly. She squeaked as she lost her balance and pitched forward, nose first, into a solid wall of warm man.

“Darcy?”

Firm hands slid onto her hips as soft cotton, washing powder and some amazingly sexy cologne filled her nostrils. “Sorry,” she said, grasping his muscular forearms as she righted herself. 

Embarrassed at being caught listening at his door, she unhanded him immediately. He followed suit.

His air-con drifted around her and Darcy realized how hot it was. Or maybe that was because he was only in a t-shirt and underwear that clung to hard, tanned thighs and left nothing to the imagination.

He had a very impressive-looking bulge going on down there. She could only imagine how much more impressive it would be pitching a tent in his expensive Calvin Kleins.

A pair of hands appeared in her line of sight, long fingers spreading out over narrow hips. “Finished?”

His low, amused rumble dragged her gaze up to his face. His shaggy hair was bed-messy and he had a mark on his face she presumed was from his sheets. A smile played on his wicked-sexy mouth.

“Sorry...” she said, cheeks pinking up at being sprung perving at his cock. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I thought you were usually up—” she swallowed, Christ...do not think of up! “—by now.”

He ran a hand over his jaw, his t-shirt lifting slightly, his whiskers rasping sinfully. Muscles in her belly pulled taut as the sound slid between her thighs. “Did you want something?”

Did she want something? Fucking A she did. She wanted him to paddle her ass. And then she wanted whisker burn—everywhere.

“Yes,” she said, raising herself on her tiptoes, her hand spearing into the hair at his nape as she stepped into his space. “And I’m one-hundred-percent sober.”

Then she yanked his head down.

 
The thing with kissing Mitch Callaghan that wasn’t like kissing any other man was how he seized command. She may have initiated every one of their kisses but he had wrested control immediately, owning the kiss and her in less than a glimmer of a heartbeat. 

It wasn’t any different this time.

From the moment his mouth opened under hers, Darcy’s brain short-circuited as her body flared to life and he had the con. All she could do was moan, tangle her hand in his hair and try and keep up.

She barely registered him walking her backward. She vaguely heard the noise of the door being kicked shut. Felt the cool, solid press of the wall at her back on only a peripheral level. 

But the warm, solid press of him at her front was an entirely different matter.

His long, lean body trapped her there, a bare thigh thrust between her legs as he rained sex and heat and want down on her. Need, rough and desperate, sluiced through her body like quicksilver. It was in the trip of her pulse and the ragged tempo of her breathing. In the tremble of her thighs, the weakness of her knees, the clench of her belly. 

It tingled in her breasts and crept between her legs right at the spot where his thigh jammed and rocked all hard and urgent and so damn good Darcy cried out, her mouth wrenching from his.

His breath sawed in and out, his lips were wet and swollen and his whiskey eyes glowed like flame viewed through the prism of heavy crystal and fine malt.

“Have you thought about my proposal?” she panted.

For a chance to win an e-copy of Hanky Spanky Christmas, tell me whats the most outrageous thing you've ever asked someone to do for you? 

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

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Sunday Smooch - The Bridesmaid's Baby Bump - Kandy Shepherd

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!


Today we have a smooch from Kandy Shepherd but first 


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


Can you please contact
bronwynjames@gmail.com
 to receive your e-copy of your choice of Anne McAllister's Tanner Brothers 


And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Kandy Shepherd

THE BRIDESMAID'S BABY BUMP

The billionaire bachelor's baby! 

When party planner Eliza Dunne meets billionaire Jake Marlowe at a wedding, she decides to finally give in to the sparks that have always fizzed between them! 

The connection is so intense that Jake can't resist Eliza—but with the divorce only just final after his unhappy marriage, he's not ready for anything serious. But when Eliza tells him her shocking news—she's pregnant with his baby!—he has one certainty: he wants to be at the center of his new family, as a husband and father…

The Bridesmaid’s Baby Bump is the third and final book in the linked mini series ‘Sydney Brides’ from Harlequin Romance.

Eliza Dunne and billionaire Jake Marlowe have twice been bridesmaid and best man at the weddings of Eliza’s two business partners at Party Queens, their party planning business, and Jake’s two best friends. (Gift-Wrapped in Her Wedding Dress and Crown Prince’s Chosen Bride.)

The attraction between them was instant—but Jake was still trapped in an unhappy marriage. Both honourable people, they did nothing about the attraction. Now Jake is divorced—and finally ready to pursue Eliza, who has her doubts about the domineering way he has gone about it.

He has hi-jacked her short vacation in Port Douglas in tropical Queensland and is driving her from the airport to her resort in his car. Before the smooch—their first kiss—she has suggested they’ve been over-thinking things. Why don’t they just relax and enjoy each other’s company? Jake has swerved the car onto a layby under some palm trees overlooking the beautiful Pacific Ocean.

  

‘Shall we agree not to worry about tomorrow when we haven’t even had a today yet?’

Eliza had been going to add not even a morning. But that conjured up an image of waking up next to Jake, in a twist of tangled sheets. Better not think about mornings. Or nights.

Jake’s grin widened. ‘You’ve got four days of vacation. I’ve got nothing to do except decide whether or not to offload my house in Port Douglas.’
‘No expectations. No promises. No apologies.’

‘Agreed,’ he said. He held out his hand to shake and seal the deal.

She edged closer to him. ‘Forget the handshake. Why don’t we start with a kiss?’

Jake knew there was a dating after divorce guideline regarding the first physical encounter, but he’d be damned if he could think about that right now. Any thoughts other than of Eliza had been blown away in a blaze of anticipation and excitement at the invitation in her eyes—a heady mix of sensuality, impatience and mischief.

She slid a little closer to him from her side of the car. Reached down and unbuckled his seat belt with a low, sweet laugh that sent his awareness levels soaring. When her fingers inadvertently trailed over his thigh he shuddered and pulled her kissing distance close.

He focused with intense anticipation on her sweet mouth. Her lips were beautifully defined, yet lush and soft and welcoming. She tilted her face to him, making her impatience obvious. Jake needed no urging. He pressed his mouth against hers in a tender kiss, claiming her at last. She tasted of salt—peanuts on the plane, perhaps?—and something sweet. Chocolate? Sweet and sharp at the same time. Like Eliza herself—an intriguing combination.

She was beautiful, but his attraction had never been just to her looks. He liked her independence, her intelligence, her laughter.

The kiss felt both familiar and very different. Within seconds it was as if her kiss was all he’d ever known. Her lips parted under his as she gave a soft sigh of contentment.

‘At last,’ she murmured against his mouth.

Kissing Eliza for the first time in the front seat of a four-by-four was hardly ideal. Jake had forgotten how awkward it was to make out in a car. But having Eliza in his arms was way too exciting to be worrying about the discomfort of bumping into the steering wheel or handbrake. She held his face between her hands as she returned his kiss, her tongue sliding between his lips to meet his, teasing and exploring. He was oblivious to the car, their surroundings, the fact that they were parked in a public layby. He just wanted to keep kissing Eliza.

Was it seconds or minutes before Eliza broke away from him? That kind of excitement wasn’t easily measured. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shades brighter, her lips swollen and pouting. She was panting, so it took her some effort to control her voice. ‘Kissing you was all I could think about that night in the castle.’

‘Me too,’ he said.

Six months of pent-up longing for this woman erupted into passion, fierce and hungry. As their kiss escalated in urgency Jake pulled her onto his lap, one hand around her waist, the other resting against the side of the car to support her. He bunched her hair in his hand and tugged to tilt her face upward, so he could deepen the kiss, hungry for her, aching for more. The little murmurs of pleasure she made deep in her throat drove him crazy with want.

His hands slid down her bare arms, brushed the side curves of her breasts, the silkiness of her top. She gasped, placed both hands on his chest and pushed away. She started to laugh—that delightful, chiming laughter he found so enchanting.

‘We’re steaming up the windows here like a coupled of hormone-crazed adolescents,’ she said, her voice broken with laughter.

‘What’s wrong with being hormone-crazed adults,’ he said, his own voice hoarse and unsteady.

‘Making out in a car is seriously sexy. I don’t want to stop,’ she said, moaning when he nuzzled against the delicious softness of her throat, kissing and tasting.

The confined area of the car was filled with her scent, heady and intoxicating. ‘Me neither,’ he said.

Making out in cars seems deliciously forbidden doesn't it? I loved giving Eliza and Jake their first kiss in a car.
I remember the time as a teenager I'd gone on a date with a intriguingly older, sophisticated guy. We were parked in his sports car outside our house smooching in the front seat when my mother decided it was time to water the garden. There she suddenly was hosing the grass on the pavement near where we were parked. How embarrassing! Needless to say Older Guy decided maybe a schoolgirl wasn't for him - I didn't see him again!
Have you had a memorable/disastrous/embarrassing kiss in a car? Or heard about one? Make a comment to be put in the draw for a signed paperback copy of The Bridesmaid's Baby Bump.

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Annie West's The Flaw in Raffaele's Revenge will be posted!

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