Sunday Smooch with Ros Baxter

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a smooch from Ros Baxter but first 


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


Can you please contact Jennie Jones on  jennie11jones(at)gmail (dot) com to receive your copy of  12 Days at Silver Bells House


And now for today's Sunday Smooch from The Seek........

When everything else is gone, all that’s left is blood.  And hope.

The year is 2098, and the people of New Earth have been homeless for seventeen years.

Ruled by a mysterious Council, and adrift in a fleet of space stations, their sole mission is to survive long enough to find a new home. They call it The Seek.

Kyntura is the first and only female Avenger – one of the secret, separate elite who stand on the frontline between the refugees of Earth and a universe that would do them harm. For Kyn, fight and pain are the only things that drive out memories of the Apocalypse, and of the boy she left behind when she enlisted.

But a young recruit called Mirren and a deadly mission will bring her face to face with all she has tried to forget.

As she leads a squad of Avengers in The Seek, Kyntura must face her demons, join forces with the boy whose heart she broke a decade before, and confront the truth about New Earth.

Scene set-up

Kyntura has broken ingrained habit and taken a junior officer to her bed.  He’s cool, rock-star pretty,  and ten years younger than her. She made it very clear it was a one-off deal.

Now she’s watching him training in the rounds, and she’s getting hot at the lithe grace of his leaps and manoeuvres.

She shouldn’t be watching, but....

 

Krysto.

Suddenly she did feel like a voyeur, as she thought about the things that clever body had done to her, and the pleasure she had taken from his body, as well. She pressed back into the entryway, not deciding to relinquish her vigil, just to hide it a little. Now she really was in danger of crossing the line into lecherousness.

But not for long.

‘You going to join me, or are you just going to stand there watching the show?’ His lazy honey voice was sweet and delicious, and it stroked unspeakable things across the raw edge of her arousal.

‘Oh, it’s you?’ Kyn stepped out into the huge round and feinted surprise. ‘I thought it was a virgin.’

‘Ouch.’ But he didn’t sound offended. He didn’t even sound like he believed her. How did someone so young get so cocky, and confident? He motioned her over and she crossed to him. His body was covered in a film of sweat, even in the carefully controlled environment, and his chest was heaving lightly. He stepped aside and made an elaborate bow. ‘Care to show me how it’s done, Captain?’

Kyn was about to tick him off, order him out of her space, but the proximity to his body was warm and exciting after the brittle stress of the meeting with Jedro and Yeo. Like this, shirtless and sweating, his hair loose, he reminded Kyn of a grunge star from the old days. It was easy to imagine him with a guitar, flicking that long fringe out of his eyes as he belted the audience with that crooked smile. Kyn had only started to be interested in pop music when her world had ended, but she remembered enough.

‘Step aside, baby,’ she purred, tipping lazily away from him into a series of three forward flips and then running back towards him for a long leap. She took it high and hard, sailing over his head and landing behind him, en pointe. Her toes barely registered the assault on them. Then she dropped into a set of splits, rolled into crouching and leapt again, this time landing on his shoulders, where his hands automatically grasped her ankles. 

‘Satisfied?’ she called down to him, realising too late she liked the feeling of his shoulders under her toes and the pressure of his long fingers on her ankles.

‘Not yet,’ he said, his voice low and silky. He tugged on her ankles to bring her down. She bent and offered her hands and he lifted her to the floor but didn’t let go. He drew her in against his chest, which was now heaving with an entirely different kind of excitement. She should pull away, but she didn’t want to. Her heart rate was elevated from arousal and exertion and she just wanted to feel it a little longer. Kysto pulled her hard against him and she felt that he too was aroused. He was thick and hard against her tummy, and he pulled her up so she was pressed against him.

‘That’s how it’s done,’ she said, going for nonchalant.

‘Yes, Ma’am, it is,’ he breathed, swooping down to press his lips against hers.

And by the Apocalypse he tasted good. How did such a young guy get so damned good at this? She knew Avengers were never short of women. They were like butterflies — beautiful and mesmerising for their short lives. And from what she had seen, Kyn understood that women found it hard to resist a guaranteed dose of heartbreak.

She vaguely registered that she shouldn’t be kissing him. Not because she thought he would tell tales, or be a jerk, or demand more than she had to give. More because the way he kissed her — with such sweet authority — put them both on some path that she knew was an illusion. This wasn’t going anywhere, couldn’t go anywhere. And yeah, partly because she had no intention of getting involved with anyone — she had bigger fish to fry, badder aliens to ice. And partly because even if she did choose on some random whim to get involved, it would not be with an Avenger — she’d had enough heartbreak to last a lifetime; been to enough sending-off ceremonies to see how losing your lover broke you in two. But mostly because even if she could put all those things aside and hook up with someone, it would never be a Post-Apocalypse baby.

They would never, ever get it.

Although she had to admit, as Krysto deepened the kiss and let his hands roam over her back and buttocks, her certainly got something. And right now maybe it was okay to lean against him and let a little of it rub off on her.

She really had no intention of taking it any further. Not now, not here, in the rounds.

And there was so much to do. A mission to plan. A girl to train. A class to get ready for their first real taste of war. She had no business making out like a schoolgirl when she should be doing her homework.

One more minute.

Kyn let her hands creep up to touch his face, feeling the clean lines and light brush of that rock star hair. They slid to his firm, hard shoulders and he groaned low in his throat and pressed her up against him. Her breasts squashed against his hard chest and the sensation went straight to her sex.

Or maybe two more minutes.

 




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Sunday Smooch with Ros Baxter......

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!


Today we have a smooch from  Ros Baxter, but first ...
the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is  -Nas


Can you please contact michelle(at) michelle-douglas (dot) com to recieve your copy of First Comes Baby


And now for today's Sunday Smooch from  Fish Out Of Water........

Dirtwater's straight-talking Deputy Sheriff has a lot on her plate: a nicotine addiction that's a serious liability for a mermaid, a solider-of-fortune ex who's hooked on her Mom's brownies, a gorgeous, naked stranger in her shower, and a mysterious dead blonde with a fish tattoo on Main Street.

Oh, and one other thing.

She's scheduled to die on her thirtieth birthday - in three weeks - unless she can 'change the course of destiny and save the world entire'. Throw in a Mom who's the local Mayor and a Dad who's been locked in the county jail for twelve years, and that's all the trouble she needs without her mermaid roots coming back to haunt her.

Rania's heading home to Aegira for a family wedding but she's starting to have a sinking feeling that's got nothing to do with hydroporting seven miles under the sea and everything to do with some weird connections that seem to be emerging between her, the dead blonde, her Mom's shady past and a ten thousand year old prophesy. Now if she can just steal a corpse, get a crazy Aegirian priest off her case, work out who the hell's trying to kill her and stop sleeping with the fishes, she might be able to unravel the prophesy, the mystery of the missing choirgirls and the secrets hidden in her Mom's past. And maybe even save her own ass while she's at it.

“It’s  Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum meets Splash in a sexy, smart-talking debut about a mermaid in a desert, a city under water, and the secret that no-one is supposed to uncover.”

Scene set-up:

Rania has found out some troubling news about Carragheen, the smokin’ hot merman with indigo eyes and a voice like Lucky Strikes and home-made toffee.  He’s married.  With a child.  A fact he omitted to mention when he was pirouetting through the water with her during The Dance of the Dolphins. So she can’t work out why she still trusts him.  But she does know she should definitely not be acting on the crazy urges she has whenever he’s in the same room. In this scene, Rania has been injured very badly by the Bad Guy and, as she recuperates at Carragheen’s Pool, he is trying to explain that there is more to his story than meets the eye...


      I knew it was wrong.  Goddamit I knew it was wrong, but I put my hand on his arm and didn’t let him finish.  I didn’t want to hear what he had to say.  I had no idea what it meant, but just for now I wanted to taste him. I knew I’d regret it, thinking about it later.  I am, at heart, a good girl. And there were too many unanswered questions about him now.  I’m Sicilian. Suspicion was burned into my cells at conception. And I’m a cop too. Trusting’s never been a great help in the field.  Especially when someone lies to you from the start.
      I felt myself shiver, like my skin was trying to shake off all threat and doubt.
      “Don’t worry,” he whispered, dark and close.  He traced one finger around the curve of my face, starting at the place where my hair meets my forehead, then sliding down the outside of one cheek, rubbing my chin with his thumb.  “I will protect you.”
      I knew it was true, somehow I knew it was true.  But I had no idea who was going to protect me from him.  Because right now he could do anything to me he wanted.
      When he kissed me, it was like my whole body rolled over and said:  Well, finally, that’s what we’ve been after all this time.  It was hot and fierce, but endlessly comforting at once.  His tongue was warm behind the cool of his lips, and his hands traced slow, deliberate circles across my back and through my hair. He laid me down beside him and ran the flat of his hands all over me, like he was trying to imprint the very image of me onto them. The sensation was like nothing I’ve ever felt.  The rough rasp of his warm palms through the cold press of the water.
      There was a low, slow ache in my breasts and my nipples were tight and tingly as my stomach slid into a jittery dance, the very center of me on slow burn.  I watched, mesmerized, as the finger that had caressed my face slid down my neck, across my chest and towards my belly, circling my navel in long, slow loops that had my hips starting to buck a little in impatience.
      “Rania, Carragheen, it’s time.”  We jumped in horrified unison at Mom’s voice.  I wondered if Aegir himself kept sending people to interrupt us.  And if that should make me worry. As I leapt up, he caught my arm.  His hand was so strong it frightened me and I thought about what I’d heard in his head.  What choices had he meant? What the hell was I doing?
      I pulled away, but he cupped big, warm hands around my face. “Be careful, Rania.”
      He didn’t try to hide the thought that echoed in his brain as I left.  I will not lose you.

                   

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Ever been sprung mid-pash (as we say here in Oz) by your mother or someone else equally as embarrassing? 




Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Outback by Jenny Brigalow will be posted!