Welcome to the New Years First Kisses Party. I’m Tara Lain and i’m co-hosting with Kay Berrisford across the pond! Here’s whats happening. Today and tomorrow, i will be posting 4 batches of First Kisses from some wonderful authors. With each batch, you have the chance to add another entry to WIN a $35 GC, a $10 GC, and books, books, books! To see all the amazing prizes click HERE!
Here are the official rules:
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! Every set of five questions you answer correctly gives you another entry to the draw. Good luck – and enjoy those kisses! Excerpts are predominately m/m, but include some m/f and menage – we proudly swing all ways. And remember to check out MORE kisses and chances to WIN at my co-host Kay Berrisford’s website. Go there and answer her questions as soon as you finish these. Then come back her around noon EST for a new batch of Kisses. Tomorrow there will be more at midnight and noon EST!
Answer the questions. Email me the answers at tara at taralain dot com.. Remember to leave your email! Email me the answers! Do not leave them here on the blog!
Excerpt one: The Forester by Blaine D. Arden
Buy it now: http://www.stormmoonpress.com/authors/Blaine-D-Arden.aspx
The door opened immediately when I knocked, and, without a word, the Forester let me in and led me up to his bedroom. No, not the Forester. Taruif. His name was Taruif.
Ianys sat on the bed, dressed only in his trousers. His eyes lit up when he saw me. “He told me you’d come,” Ianys said as he stood to greet me. “I wasn’t so sure.”
“Neither was I,” I whispered, stepping into his embrace and kissing him as if it was the most natural thing to do.
I shuddered when fingers brushed along the ridges of my wings, trailed the edges, followed by Taruif’s deep voice. “I always admired your wings, so graceful when you open them before taking flight.”
My wings were no different than anyone else’s, but the fact he noticed mine—noticed me—warmed me. I opened them just a bit, giving Taruif access to the more sensitive parts while Ianys brushed his lips against mine again.
I’d never done this, been with more than one lover at the same time, but it felt right, felt good to stand between these two. I brushed my hands across Ianys’ stubbly chest, his shoulders, and grabbed hold of his hair as he deepened the kiss, shuddering against him as Taruif’s touches became bolder, lighter, more teasing. I moaned into Ianys’ mouth and felt my knees buckle. Taruif’s arm snaked around me, and I was pulled against his naked chest, carefully, mindful of my wings. When had Taruif undressed himself?
I didn’t want Ianys to stop kissing me, but I had a sudden desire to watch Taruif, to see his vines, to trace them down to…
Taruif stepped back, giving me the space to refold my wings and do as I was imagining. I ran my tongue across Ianys’ lips one more time and turned around. Taruif was beautiful, all sleek, lean muscle and wiry, hidden strength, and not an ounce of fat. A narrow waist and the most beautiful trail of vine leaves from his neck to… My breath hitched as I noticed how close to his cock the leaves went. One seemed to disappear below as the vines curled along the inside of his leg, all the way down to his ankle.
Fingers brushed underneath my tunic, across my stomach and up to my chest.
“He is beautiful, isn’t he?” Ianys whispered in my ear.
“Yes.” I gasped as he brushed across my nipples at the same time as Taruif raised his head and looked at me with his piercing blue eyes.
Taruif’s lips parted as he caught my expression. He seemed shocked and pleased at the same time. No blank expression at all. I had never seen emotion so clear in his face, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You are beautiful.” I had to say it. How could I not? He deserved it mentioned.
Taruif seemed almost bashful now, a slight red blush adorning his cheeks as he smiled, too. He was beautiful, more than I could have ever imagined.
Ianys lifted the back of my tunic over my folded wings before grabbing the hem. I raised my hands to let him take it off. He dropped it to the floor next to me and pulled me back against him. “He couldn’t stop talking about inviting you to complete us.”
My jaw dropped. I had a hard time imagining Taruif as talkative as that. But, I didn’t really know him, did I? How could I?
Taruif stepped closer and reached out, placing one hand flat against my sternum. “I knew you belonged to us even before Ianys first told me about you.”
I swallowed away the jealousy at their bond, their closeness. Swallowed against the emotion of knowing they were together when I was dreaming of them, separately. “I…” I couldn’t say a word apparently, couldn’t express what I was feeling, but as Taruif brushed his lips against mine, I found that words weren’t needed at all.
Taruif’s lips were warm, softer than Ianys’ but no less forceful as he ran his tongue across my lower lip, demanding instant access. I parted my lips, and his tongue slipped inside, brushing against my teeth, my tongue. He stepped closer, pushed his body against mine, and I felt overwhelmed by the warmth of his skin against mine. It should have felt claustrophobic, being pressed between the two, but all I could do was sigh into Taruif’s mouth as I reveled in their presence.
QUESTION ONE: Had the narrator ever been with more than one lover before?
Excerpt Two: His and Hers and Hers by Nona Raines.
Buy link: http://www.loose-id.com/featured/special-collections/holiday-2012/his-and-hers-and-hers.html
Without stopping to think, Cassie lifted both hands to Kyla’s face and placed her lips softly on that lovely full mouth. Ky’s lips were just as soft and delicious as she imagined.
When she pulled back, Kyla gave her a baffled smile, her expression asking What just happened? Then she touched her tongue to her lips, as though tasting a new flavor of ice cream and trying to decide if she liked it.
Jordan stared at them. He’d picked up her phone from the floor and held it in his hand. All three of them were frozen.
Kyla broke the spell. She closed the gap between them and hungrily returned the kiss. It was soft, sensuous but insistent. Like Kyla. Ky used her tongue to tickle Cassie’s lips, urging them to open. Cassie flung her arms around Kyla, crushing her close, pressing their fronts together. This is how she kisses Jordan. Her pussy flooded.
Their tongues played, sometimes sliding together sinuously, sometimes dueling teasingly. Cassie could have gone on forever, but Kyla broke off the kiss, just as she’d initiated it. She pushed her hair back, licked her lips, and at looked at Jordan. “You good?”
He was as motionless as the Tin Man when Dorothy found him. “Wow,” was all he could say.
“You okay with this, babe?” Kyla focused on her man. She wouldn’t go on without his consent. A barb of jealousy pricked Cassie. No, it wasn’t jealousy. It was loneliness, knowing they came first with each other and she was only the add-on.
They waited, the room so quiet that Cassie heard him swallow. “Yeah.” Jordan’s voice was something between a purr and a growl. “Hell, yeah. You girls knock yourselves out.”
QUESTION TWO: Who was Jordan as motionless as?
Excerpt three: Sins of Lust by Viki Lyn
Buy link: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sinsoflust-1010843-144.html
Sadness lingered in Uri-el’s eyes, but also desire, turning their color a thunderous blue. Uri-el wanted him. A Protector. Izar didn’t understand why, unless Uri-el’s gaze only saw Razi-el. No matter the reason, he couldn’t stop what was about to happen. He couldn’t speak, too shocked, too excited, too aroused.
Uri-el pressed his mouth against Izar’s, the tip of his tongue prying open Izar’s lips. Not that Izar needed encouragement. He wanted so badly to taste Uri-el. And when the tongue slipped in, it was more incredible than he’d imagined—lips soft but firm, demanding in intensity. Uri-el’s taste exploded inside of him, and the sweetness lingered in the back of his throat. He stroked Uri-el’s neck, savoring the kiss, hoping it’d last.
Uri-el caressed his cheek, pressing closer, his tongue exploring deeper while Izar held Uri-el’s shoulder, so afraid he would float away. Angels were ethereal, a whisper away from disappearing. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing Uri-el now.
The kiss intensified and he flushed from head to toe. Sex was for release, and he treated it as such, but what he felt for Uri-el changed the rules. His thoughts were too complex to sort out in the heat of sex. All he knew was he never wanted to let go.
QUESTION THREE: What was sex for?
Excerpt Four: Love the Sinner [Brooklyn Sinners #1] by Avril Ashton
Buy Link: http://amzn.to/JPemMz
“Qué quieres, Gabe? What do you want?”
His name on Pagan’s lips sounded so good. So right. Gabe looked at him, trying but failing to find words.
“Damn it, Gabe.” Pagan wrenched out of his hold and grabbed his shoulders. “Tell me what you want.”
“To kiss you.” The words tumbled from his lips, harsher than he intended. “Just once. To know what it’s like. What you taste like.”
Pagan’s eyes darkened.
“Maybe then I’ll be able to forget you.”
Pagan arched an eyebrow and stepped forward. “You think it’s that simple?”
Gabe held his ground. “Yeah.”
“So do it.” They stood chest to chest. Pagan’s warm breath caressed Gabe’s forehead when he said softly, “Kiss me, cop. Then try to forget me.”
Gabe grabbed him by the neck, yanking him down. Their lips clashed, hard and hot. He thrust his tongue inside when Pagan opened. There was no describing the unique taste of man and need as Pagan growled into his mouth. Nothing feminine about the tongue parrying with his or the fingers gripping his ass.
Nothing repulsive either. Just right and…Angelo.
Between their bodies pressed so tightly together—when did that happen?—his cock lengthened and wept, aching. He grunted, fingers sliding into Pagan’s hair and anchoring as he rocked into the other man’s erection. He stroked his tongue over Pagan’s teeth and tongue, searching deep, needing more of that taste. That indescribable taste of Angelo Pagan he was quickly getting drunk on.
Their hips rocked into each other, cocks straining, rubbing as he inserted a thigh between Pagan’s legs. Pagan shuddered, his body arching as he moved on Gabe’s thigh, his movements fluid and sensual.
The panic Gabe thought would set in at the other man’s touch, his kiss, never did. Six weeks he’d dreamt of this, wondered if he was losing his mind, and nothing felt as natural as the slide of Pagan’s tongue over his or the sensation of his fingers sinking into his ass cheeks. All the pain and betrayal of the past six weeks faded to a dull memory in the background.
The friction of jeans and thighs against his cock felt so good. He deepened the kiss, teeth clinking, writhing on Pagan as his balls grew heavier and the base of his spine itched.
From a kiss.
Pagan tore his mouth away. “Fuck!” His chest heaved.
“Oh my God.” Gabe didn’t recognize the words falling from his lips. They sounded wrecked, ravaged. Like his insides. Staring at Pagan’s lips, red and glistening from his kisses, he couldn’t catch his breath. He curled his hands into fists and rocked back on his heels with his eyes squeezed shut.
Rough fingers palmed his throat. “Can you forget that, amante?” Soft kisses brushed his forehead, nose and eyes. “I can’t. I dare you to try.” Pagan moved away, taking his heat with him.
Gabe didn’t open his eyes until he heard his front door close.
QUESTION FOUR: what does Gabe get drunk on?
Excerpt five: Scarred Souls by T.T. Cove
Buy link: http://www.lessthanthreepress.com/books/index.phpmain_page=product_info&cPath=90&products_id=346&zenid=cf8abcba2376404ca5da4227c75dbe3b
Damian resolutely turned his focus on the black television when Josh sat down next to him on the sofa. He could feel Josh’s eyes on him though and it made him twitch. He finally couldn’t stand it and turned his head to meet those green eyes. “What?”
“Nothing. Just …” Josh bent forward and pressed his lips to Damian’s in a soft kiss.
Damian found himself paralyzed. Josh was kissing him! They’d met not even half and hour before and Josh was kissing him! It was weird being kissed … It was Damian’s first. He’d never been interested in anyone; both kissing and sex had always been so foreign to him. And now here he was, being kissed by some boy and he kind of liked it and his body was reacting to it.
QUESTION FIVE: Has Damian ever been kissed before?
Are those great or what? The next batch of kisses will be right here at 12 noonish today. And now go over to Kay Berrisford’s Blog and read her First Kisses and answer the questions. You’ll get another entry!