Kisses from Tara Lain, Bren Christopher, Charley Descoteaux, Cassandra Carr, and Anna Mayle!
UPDATE: 7TH JANUARY 2013. CONTEST NOW CLOSED. THANKS FOR YOUR ENTRIES.
Answer the question after each kiss in the comments below (comments will be screened) for a chance to win a $35 GC and a bundle of ebooks, plus a runners up prize of a $10 GC plus more ebooks! Find out more about the prize here.
Every set of five questions you answer correctly gives you another entry to the draw. Good luck – and enjoy those kisses! Excerpts are predominatly m/m, but include some m/f and menage – we proudly swing all ways. And remember to check out all the other kisses and chances to win at my co-host Tara Lain’s website. Go there now.
Excerpt one: Brush with Catastrophe by Tara Lain
Sammy sat up. He couldn’t catch his breath. “Yes. You always have been.”
Ryder stared at Sammy, his green eyes like emerald lasers. In a big step, he cleared the space between them, reached down for Sammy, and pulled him to his feet. “Good, because I’m sick of pretending you’re not beautiful to me.” And he dropped his head and covered Sammy’s mouth with his perfect lips.
Was this happening? Sammy’s mouth was so far open in astonishment that Ryder’s tongue slipped right in. Did the guy know what he was doing? Had he lost his friggin’ mind? Did Sammy care? Hells, no. He wrapped his arms around Ryder’s neck and sucked that sweet tongue into his throat. No strawberries. Just Ryder deliciousness. His new favorite flavor.
Somewhere in the background, Aloysius began to purr so loudly the neighbors must have heard him.
Sammy’s tongue danced with Ryder’s. The man really knew how to kiss, but the idea that it was Ryder practically made Sammy faint. His cock stood at full attention, but he tried to keep his hips away from Ryder. Didn’t want to scare the guy.
Until Ryder’s strong hands gripped Sammy’s butt and pulled him tight against a rigid pole in his jeans. Oh yeah, that was the cock Sammy had tried so hard not to feel last night. But now he’d gotten a full-on invitation. He raised a leg and hooked it over Ryder’s hip to get closer. Ryder grabbed his calf and pulled Sammy even tighter until the ridges of the cocks in their pants were rubbing together hard and hot. Sammy pulled his head away from the kiss. “Is this really happening?”
QUESTION ONE: What sound was there in the background during the kiss?
Excerpt two: Big Cypress Crossroads by Bren Christopher
Scott’s gaze came to rest on Noah’s hair. He reached out and did what he’d wanted to do all day—ran a hand through it, letting the smooth strands fall between his fingers. Noah smiled and half-closed his eyes at the touch.
“You clean up nice,” Scott said.
“You sure better like it. Took half an hour to get all the knots out.”
“You did it for me?”
“Oh.” Scott let his hand drop from Noah’s hair to stroke his cheekbone, taking his time despite the urge to yank the man toward him and crush their lips together. His heart pounded. This first kiss felt unreasonably important.
Noah seemed to enjoy the attention. His eyes drifted shut again as Scott brushed a thumb over his lips and then pressed it lightly against his mouth. Noah parted his lips and took in the thumb, wrapping his well-shaped lips around it and sucking gently. Scott let out a small moan before he could stop himself.
No longer able to wait, he slipped his hand behind Noah’s head, cupping it and drawing him forward. Their tongues slid together in a firm but gentle kiss that lasted forever and not long enough. The young man tasted of mints and a hint of beer and a sweetness all his own, and Scott thought his heart would burst from his chest.
When they finally broke apart, both gasped for breath.
“Oh,” Noah said. “Oh my.” His eyes appeared a little glassy.
“Yeah,” Scott panted. And did it again, with more force this time, crushing the younger man’s lips and taking possession of that lovely mouth to ravish it completely.
When they broke apart this time, Scott said, “We’re pretty well hidden here, but not invisible. If we start this again, your uncle is going to have to arrest us for public indecency.” He squeezed Noah’s hand. “Come with me. Back to my room. Will you?”
“Sure.” As if Noah had always assumed they would end up there. “I brought an overnight bag, so I can stay over. I mean, if that’s what you want.”
Scott looked at him in amazement and then just said, “Yes.”
They stumbled into the motel room, Scott struggling to hold his cane. They shut the door and continued the eager kiss they had begun in the hallway. Noah was laughing into his mouth. Scott broke off. “Are you laughing at me, boy?” He pressed Noah against the wall.
“You’re going to pay for that.”
“Who are you calling a boy?”
“I’m older than you are.”
“Not by much.”
Scott suddenly felt anxious. He drew away, focusing on stowing GLOCK, badge, and handcuffs in the bedside table. He fiddled with the drawer a little nervously. “I’m thirty-three. That’s a big difference. And I’ll probably get arthritis in this leg sooner than I should. And—”
Noah grabbed him and pushed him to the bed. Scott landed on his back with a shocked gasp. Noah crawled on top, one leg on either side of his hips, straddling him. “Don’t start that bull with me. Quit acting like you’re some crippled old man instead of one sexy, totally built dude.” He ground his crotch into Scott’s, sending a shockwave of heat and desire straight through him. Scott groaned and pushed up, trying to get more pressure. “Still feel like an old man?”
“Little bastard,” he growled and flipped Noah under him in a surprise move, making him shout with laughter. “I sure hope Miguel’s not next door.”
“I’ll try to keep it down. I can be pretty noisy, though.”
Scott grinned down at him, propping himself up with his arms on each side of Noah’s head and wedging his good leg between the man’s knees. “We’ll have to see how loud you can get.”
QUESTION TWO : How old is Scott?
Excerpt Three: Comfort and Joy by Charley Descoteaux
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Sam continued up the stairs, considering how to go about putting Charlie’s perfect ass on a piano bench became entangled with the unfortunate fact that as long as they slept upstairs they would be showering separately. He gave Charlie first chance at the hot water and then sped through his shower as fast as he could. Sam stopped just inside the bedroom door and closed it quietly. He towelled his hair and let his gaze linger on Charlie, lying still on top of the quilt, bare feet on the floor, partially covered with a green towel. A slice of moonlight filtered through the curtain on the opposite wall and across Charlie’s body, which was a work of art even when not bathed in romantic mood-lighting. After a few moments Sam realized Charlie was also watching him.
Charlie flipped the towel up and away from his body and Sam felt as though someone had just grabbed him by the throat. After barely a heartbeat’s hesitation he strode to the foot of the bed and leaned over Charlie to kiss him. Sam’s free hand caressed his slender chest and shoulders. When he felt goose bumps Sam lowered himself over Charlie but kept all his weight on both knees and one hand.
Sam moaned softly and moved his dark hand over the fair skin on Charlie’s abs. He hadn’t regained any of the bulk he’d lost but made up for it with dizzying definition and a solidity he hadn’t had before.
“Vanilla ice cream.” Sam began to kiss his way down Charlie’s chest and felt a cool hand on his head exerting a gentle pressure, urging him lower.
“You’re lactose intolerant.”
Sam looked up and grinned for a short moment, then slipped down even farther. “I’ll just have to lick you instead.”
QUESTION THREE: What color is the skin on Charlie’s abs?
Excerpt four: Master Class by Cassandra Carr
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The man looked from Lisette to Ryan, and Lisette watched as Ryan merely raised an eyebrow at the interloper. Before she knew what she was doing, her body moved. She leaned into Ryan, who plunged his hand into her hair, pulling her head back. He smashed his lips into hers, and Lisette gave herself fully to him, opening without a beat of hesitation when the tip of his tongue ran over her lips. By the time he let her up for air, the other man was long gone.
Ryan chuckled. “Yeah. Um, I just wanted it clear you were with me.”
QUESTION FOUR: What does Ryan want to make clear by kissing Lisette?
Excerpt five: In the Shadow of a Hero by Anna Mayle
Before he could move his hands from his eyes, long and gentle fingers encircled his wrists lightly. “I need to check your eyes, to see how bad it is. Mine were dilated differently and didn’t react to light, that was how they diagnosed the concussion.”
“You aren’t a doctor.”
Blue Eyes made a concerned sound deep in his throat. “I know, but the only other idea I can think of to help you involves finding a veterinarian and hoping animals have the ability to be concussed so they might know what to look for. If you have any ideas, please share them. If not, look up and let me see your eyes.”
Maxwell didn’t have any other ideas, and he didn’t relish being taken to a vet as if he really was a stray. He did as the other man asked, and Blue Eyes stepped closer, between the smaller man’s parted thighs and dangling legs. The back of Maxwell’s head rested against the cupboard, and a toaster pressed uncomfortably into the small of his back. He couldn’t move away. Honestly, he didn’t know if he would have, even if he could. He found himself studying those dark blues while Nicky looked back and into his own muddy browns. The cop’s eyes weren’t a solid color, like Maxwell had first thought, but deep midnight blue shot through with bars of a dark denim shade and highlighted here and there with flecks of a more stone-washed tone, almost cornflower. The rings around the outside of his irises were so dark, they were almost black, but it wasn’t visible through the rest of the darkness unless a person really searched for it. “Beautiful.”
A faint blush brushed over the cop’s cheeks, and Maxwell realized with a start that he’d said that out loud.
“Uh… Your eyes are reacting to light, and they’re not uneven, so I think you’ll be okay, but I still need to keep you awake.”
Blue Eyes was going to pretend Maxwell hadn’t said anything. Good, the smaller man thought, ignoring the twinge in his belly and telling himself that it was for the best.
“Shouldn’t stay here, your parents will be in danger.”
Nicky Blue Eyes shook his head and explained. “They’re at their winter home in Prescott, Arizona. They won’t be back before April.”
“Safe then.” Maxwell didn’t mean his voice to come out as soft as it did, but he’d just realized that the cop hadn’t stepped back from checking his eyes. In fact, the cop was so close he could feel the heat of him through his clothing.
Something changed in his expression. The air was heavy all of a sudden, and Maxwell tensed instinctively.The tightening of his legs brought his thighs closer together, and Blue Eyes ended up cradled by them. Maxwell’s face got hot, and he just knew he was blushing from the tips of his ears all the way down. He lowered his head, trying to relax, but a hand cupped his cheek, the other slipping around to his back while the cop patiently coaxed him to look up again.
Maxwell had nowhere to run. That was almost soothing. It took away the weight of choice which might have held him back. Instead, when the cop’s head tilted just so, and he leaned forward, Maxwell found himself meeting him in the middle. The lips under his were smooth, and he opened his mouth to welcome the sensation more fully. Maxwell had no idea what he was doing, but when Blue Eyes took the invitation, he didn’t need to think anymore. The cop’s tongue slipped forward to tangle with his then pulled back slowly, like he was inviting Maxwell into his mouth. The smaller man tried it, let his tongue enter the moist heat. It was so personal, close. He’d never been so close to another human being, not even D. One of them moaned. Maxwell was so lost in the new sensations that he wasn’t sure if it had been him. He slid forward on the counter, and Blue Eyes’ rapidly swelling cock met his own interested bulge. Even with the layers of cotton between them, Maxwell could feel him so well.
Nicky gave a low, growling sound and pressed them together completely, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, groin to groin, like he wanted to fuse them into one being. Maxwell went willingly, his legs wrapped around the cop’s waist, and he used them to pull him closer, forcing more of that amazing pressure. His vision went nearly white when Nicky released his mouth only to refocus on his neck, licking and nipping at it while his hips rocked back and forth. Maxwell wrapped both of his arms around the other man’s head, cradling it to him, wanting to hold him there, to never lose that amazing sensation. The hand on his cheek moved to cradle the back of his head, and Maxwell flinched when Nicky brushed over a sore spot, probably the cause of his possible concussion.
The smaller man’s startled movement broke whatever spell they’d been under, and Blue Eyes pulled away, face flaming and guilty. Maxwell didn’t know why he was looking so ashamed. He was the one who’d just mauled a heterosexual cop…Although, from the tent still visible in his slacks, maybe Blue Eyes wasn’t as straight as he’d thought.
“Did I hurt you?” the cop asked still breathless.
Maxwell shook his head.
Blue Eyes didn’t look convinced. “Did I… Did I force you? I mean, did I push–“
Maxwell shook his head again and found himself pulling the cop back to him, so he could wrap his arms around him and lay his head on his strong shoulder, letting his eyes close, trying to block out the confusion.
They stayed like that, locked in a moment out of time, before Blue Eyes quietly reminded him. “You can’t fall asleep.”
He knew that. He couldn’t do a lot of things. One of those things was standing in front of him, arms around Maxwell’s waist while he sat like a child upon his mother’s kitchen counter.
QUESTION FIVE: What does Maxwell accidentally say out loud?
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