nykp2014_mmHi WELCOME to the New Years Kisses Party! This fantabulous event with super prizes is going on all over the world with sighable first kisses from over 55 authors being posted on three websites over three days!

In this Group, we have kisses from Tara Lain, Kay Berrisford, Cassandra Carr, Jennifer Zane, and Charlie Descoteaux.

INSTRUCTIONS: Answer the question after each kiss in the comments below (comments will be screened) for a chance to win one of three massive selections of romance and erotica ebooks, plus $GCs, and more! Find out more details of prizes here.

You only need to answer ONE set of FIVE questions at the New Year’s Kisses Party to enter the draw, but every set you enter gives you another chance of winning these great prizes. Please indicate after your answer if you’d rather win m/m, m/f, or a mixed batch. Leave blank if you have no preference.

Leave your email with your answers.

You can enter through January 5th! So don’t miss a Kiss! Winners announced January 7th!

Watch for another Batch of kisses later today and then new ones tomorrow and Thursday. You get an extra entry for every set of five questions you answer!

Good luck and enjoy those kisses! Excerpts are predominantly m/m and m/f with some ménage. We proudly swing all ways.

YOU CAN ACCESS ALL THE KISSES ONCE THEY ARE POSTED AT THE INDEX PAGE HERE.

Kisses are hosted by Tara Lain, Angel Payne, and Kay Berrisford. Go to these three websites to read all the kisses each day and enter to win multiple times!

PackorthePanther[The]LGEXCERPT ONE:

The Pack or the Panther by Tara Lain

Coming January 8, 2014. Available for Pre-order at Dreamspinner Press

Paris reached out and pulled up the edge of Cole’s jacket. Ah yes, a fine wool tent. He grinned. “So you like that idea a lot.” He stepped in close. The wolf had inches on him, but he was hanging his head. Good. Come to daddy. He took one more step, rose up, and captured Cole’s mouth with his. The big body went rigid. Paris wrapped a hand around Cole’s neck, then pulled his mouth a tiny bit looser so he could slide his wet tongue across the wolf’s slightly parted lips, back and forth. 

“Mmmmffff.” Cole pressed his lips tighter.

Paris kept caressing. Oh my, wolfy tasted so wonderful. Like a forest and ice cream all at once. He sighed and pressed the tip of his tongue harder against the seam of Cole’s mouth. A soft little “ummmm” escaped.

Everything happened at once.

Cole pulled away and yelled, “Shit!”  Whoa! Then Cole’s hand whipped out, ripped Paris off his feet, and pressed that pretty mouth right where he wanted it. Well, one of the places. Tongue, teeth, heaven. But he was dangling with his very expensive loafers in the air. And he knew just what to do with his legs. He wrapped them tight around Cole’s hard, slim waist and swallowed that tongue as far into his throat as he could get it. Oh damn, damn.

Growls and moans rumbled around them. From whom? Who cared? If he could eat the guy alive, he’d do it. He had to get closer. But pressing tighter just got his cock rubbing against Cole’s waist. He couldn’t quite get to the guy’s dick. Damn. Frustrating. He slipped his hands into Cole’s silky, silver hair and slid one leg down that hard werewolf ass.

Closer. Closer. Almost there.

Cole sucked Paris’ tongue hard and deep. The boy knew what he was doing when he got down to it. Paris slid his hips until their cocks made contact. Oh God, huge and hot and— Down! Crap. Falling. Untethered from his partner, he dropped like a stone, and hit the asphalt on his ass. Ouch.

Question: What color is Cole’s hair?

2KAYBERRISFORDEXCERPT TWO

Locking Horns by Kay Berrisford

Buy it now:  http://www.loose-id.com/authors/g-k/kay-berrisford.html

Tam’s words trailed to near nothing as Herne pressed forward and seized his lips in a ravishing kiss. He yielded at once, drawing Herne’s hot tongue inside, savoring the scrub of hard stubble against his softer skin. Even after all their years together, Herne’s taste and commanding demeanor sent a wondrous shock coursing through him. Herne’s raw masculinity had been wrought in a lost era of tribal lords, when he’d battled the might of Rome. His power as a spirit—gifted to him by the Mother Goddess, creator of all things—rolled in torrents from him too.

Herne crushed Tam against him, sweeping to such depths that Tam could scarce breathe. Tam didn’t care. He slipped his tongue against Herne’s and worked the kiss with an affection that sang sweeter each season they passed together. The demispirit of the holly, while not always in perfect agreement with his lover, had been created to cherish the oak.

When Herne finally broke the kiss, he cupped Tam’s face and growled in hunger. Tam gasped for air, and his cock ached. He needed Herne to pull him closer, to fuck him to oblivion, and he couldn’t contain the lust that flooded his veins.

An exquisite pain ripped through his head, and the pressure released. As Herne caressed him, his antlers surged upward from his skull. When Herne had made him a demispirit, he’d shared his crown. Though not as majestic as Herne’s, Tam’s horns were now as impressive as those of a buck in his prime, covered in a velvety down.

Panting, Tam scuffed his foot and straightened, adjusting to the weight on his head. When he leaned closer to Herne, their bony appendages interwove with a noisy clack.

QUESTION TWO: What surges up from Tam’s skull when he shifts?

3CASSANDRACARREXCERPT THREE: Underneath It All by Cassandra Carr

Buy it now: http://www.amazon.com/Underneath-All-Storm-Cassandra-Carr-ebook/dp/B00G4C4AEA/ref=la_B004DSRSXW_1_9?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1387462315&sr=1-9

Rob stopped short and turned, keeping a tenuous hold on his patience. “Stop worrying about the money.”

“I can’t.”

“I’m telling you to.” He backtracked and found himself cupping her face, stroking the soft skin of her cheeks. “Are you listening to me? Do not concern yourself with how much any of this is costing. Seriously. You’re killing my buzz.”

She bit her lip, seemingly caught between a desire to smile and genuine concern. He gently pulled with his thumb until she released her lip. Then he ran his fingertips down her cheek. No matter how many times he told himself to leave her alone, Rob couldn’t stop touching her.

“Now are you going to pick out a cubby thingy, or are you going to leave me to my own devices? You have no idea what I’ll end up with…”

Alaina grinned then and his breath caught. His other hand joined the one already caressing her face and he leaned down to brush his lips to hers even as his brain screamed at him. What if Alaina only allowed his advances because she was grateful for his money? Man, he’d hate that. Despite his reservations, even an angry two-hundred-sixty-pound enforcer barreling toward him wouldn’t stop him, and Rob kissed her again, harder. After a moment of hesitation, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck.

If he’d had his way, no matter what his brain said, he would’ve had her horizontal in about two seconds, his tongue exploring her as his hands discovered if the curves more in evidence today were as soft as they appeared. Thankfully some part of him was still paying attention, and he pulled away before he embarrassed them both. Her face and neck were flushed bright red, and he’d bet she looked exactly like that in the throes of passion.

Dammit. Shouldn’t have worn jeans. And he could hardly adjust himself in the middle of this store to relieve the pressure. Rob ground his teeth.

QUESTION THREE: What does Rob regret wearing?

4JENNIFERZANEEXCERPT FOUR: Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire by Jennifer Zane

Liar, Liar, Hearts On Fire will be released on Amazon on 1/16/14. Advanced reviews can be seen on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18803814-liar-liar-hearts-on-fire?ac=1

Mike lifted my chin with one finger, tilted my face up so he could look me in the eye. His blue eyes were a little panicked, a little serious. “There isn’t time to explain,” he murmured so only I could hear. “Play along.”

Before I could respond, he lowered his mouth to mine in a searing kiss. There, in the middle of baggage claim, Mike got to first base, tongue and all. With his mother, the dead bear and all the other passengers free to observe.

With his mouth on mine, the world slipped away. I forgot everything but the soft feel of his lips, his taste, the intensity of the kiss, the way it melted my bones like wax beneath a flame. His hard body pressed firmly against mine.

With one hand tightly about my waist, I felt Mike reach into his jacket pocket, then take hold of my left hand. As he lifted his head, our ragged breaths mingled and I felt him slide something on my finger. My ring finger.

QUESTION FOUR: Where is this kiss taking place?

5CHARLIEDESCATEAUXEXCERPT FIVE: Curious Sustenance by Charlie Descoteaux

Buy it now: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4392

The door opened before he could knock, and he was invited in by the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen—bar none. Miles wore faded jeans and a T-shirt with a tree on it. And he was barefoot. That struck Ross as endearingly vulnerable and intimate.

They lingered in the small foyer, neither speaking, tension heating the air all around them. Miles stood framed by the front door, the stairway to his right and narrow french doors enclosing them on two sides. Standing so close to him, Ross was barely able to breathe around the knowledge that they were alone. Together. Finally. He reached up slowly and brushed his fingertips along Miles’s jaw and then over his goatee. “You have a beautiful home.”

Ross slipped his hand around to the back of Miles’s neck and pulled his face close. Miles wrapped both arms around his shoulders as their lips met. Ross wasn’t sure whether they both moaned or if it was only him. He’d never kissed anyone with such warm, soft lips before and couldn’t contain himself. The contrast between the softness of those lips and the silky goatee surrounding them was intoxicating. Ross slipped a hand up, meaning to bury it in Miles’s hair, to finally touch the long, shiny strands he’d thought about so often, but was stopped by an elastic band. Ross leaned against him without breaking the kiss and reached back with both hands to slide the band off. Miles’s hair fanned out over Ross’s hands and fell forward to tickle his neck. It was so thick and luxurious he couldn’t help but moan again—he edged close to full-on sensory overload and not one stitch of clothing had even been loosened. His legs began to tremble and he was forced to think about standing, but Miles didn’t seem to have any trouble supporting his weight.

QUESTION FIVE: What does Ross brush his fingertips along?

Okay, answer the FIVE questions in your comment. The comments will be screened so that no one can see anyone else’s answers, but the answers are EZ so just read through the kisses. You only have to answer one set of five questions to be entered, BUT you get another entry for every set of five questions you answer. Remember Kisses are hosted by Tara LainAngel Payne, and Kay Berrisford. There are more questions at Kay Berrisford’s website and at Angel Payne’s for the next three days. Have a ball and win some books! :  )