Welcome BACK to New Years Kisses Group 2! If you missed New Years Kisses Group 1, Click HERE! This the the event of the holidays with fantastic, sexy kisses from fantastic sexy authors — and Prizes! Prizes! Prizes!
In this Group we have Kisses from Jamie Lynn Miller, Becky Black, Sasha L. Miller, A.J.Thomas, and Lex Valentine.
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 comment
You can enter through January 5th! So don’t miss a Kiss! Winners announced January 7th!
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. Visit all three sites each day to see new kisses!
EXCERPT ONE: Memory’s Prison by Jamie Lynn Miller
Buy it now: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_994
Joey leaned forward, head tipping slightly to the side, eyes sliding almost closed. His breath was soft against Mitch’s face as he whispered, “This should have happened as soon as I opened my eyes.”
Then his lips were on Mitch’s.
Mitch opened his senses wide, letting the taste, feel, smell, sight, and sound of Joey explode through his system at this first, intimate contact in two years. He felt Joey’s tongue dart out to sweep across his bottom lip, seeking entrance, which was given instantly with a dual groan of pure desire. Their tongues slid smoothly against each other, dueling, velvet heat on velvet heat.
Mitch’s hands grasped Joey’s waist, pulling him from the chair, tumbling them both to the ground. Joey was half on, half off Mitch’s lap, legs tangled with legs, strong hands buried in long hair, smaller hands gripping tightly to clothing. The kiss deepened, passion and desire climbing higher and higher, each man now clinging desperately to each other and to the love they both thought had been lost forever.
Joey’s hands cupped Mitch’s face and he started, surprised to find moisture there. He pulled back from the kiss, opening his eyes. Blue eyes identical to his own stared back, bright with tears.
“I love you, Joey….”
“I love you too. God, Mitch, so much.”
Mitch crushed Joey to him, face buried in the smaller man’s shoulder, his breathing rapid. “I was so afraid I’d never hear you say that again.”
Joey ran his left hand through the short strands of his lover’s hair, while his right rubbed up and down the broad back. “Until today, I felt like part of me was still in the coma, like part of my brain was still sleeping. But now…” he tilted Mitch’s face up. “Now I know I’m really awake.” He smiled and kissed Mitch once again. “And ready to make more memories.”
QUESTION ONE: What is Joey surprised to find on Mitch’s face?
EXCERPT TWO: Patient Z by Becky Black
Buy it now: http://www.loose-id.com/patient-zero.html
Cal, grabbing him. Still moving, ready to make Mitch like him. God, no, never. Never let that be. He tried to pull away, but Cal caught and twisted his wrist, and the pistol dropped from his hand.
It clanged to the floor. Not to the deck of the helipad, but to the floor of his bedroom. Cal shoved Mitch down onto the cot, pinning his arms at the wrists.
Cal. Not trying to bite him. Not dead.
“What’s happening?” Mitch struggled against the hold.
“Are you awake?” Cal sounded desperate. He was staring wide-eyed. “Do you know me?”
“Of course I know you, Cal. What’s going on?”
“You were crying out,” Cal said. “I figured you were having a bad dream. I put on the light, and you were on your feet. Sleepwalking, I guess. You didn’t hear me when I shouted at you. Then I saw you had your gun.”
The sound of it clanging to the metal floor came back to him. Real. Not a dream. The gun was real. He’d been going to…
“I thought you were going to shoot me,” Cal said. “Then I thought you were going to shoot yourself. Fucking hell, Mitch, you scared the shit outta me!” His voice was thin and breathless, and he let go of one wrist to punch Mitch hard in the arm. It hurt. All or nothing, no sparring. The pain helped dispel the last traces of the dream.
“I’m okay,” Mitch said. “It was a dream.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, my heart’s hammering like a fucking piston.” Cal dropped his head forward. He was panting and shaking. Their legs were tangled together, and both wore only boxer shorts.
Mitch raised his free hand to touch the left side of Cal’s bare chest, to feel the pounding heart inside. As soon as he touched it, he knew why he had. Proof of life in that beating heart. Cal was not a zombie; he was alive and beautiful. His warm, naked skin pressed against Mitch’s. Cal raised his head and looked down at Mitch. Mitch read the desire there, read the question Cal asked him every day with his eyes. There was proof of life in his desire too. Like hunger and thirst, they were all proof of life.
The cold, dead Cal in the dream had only one desire—to bite. This warm, alive Cal had better uses for his mouth. He dipped his head as Mitch raised his, and their lips met.
Cal sighed into his mouth and freed Mitch’s other wrist. Mitch raised both hands, sliding them over the sides of Cal’s face, into his hair, pulling him closer. Cal relaxed, his body settling down on top of Mitch’s, heavy and comforting. It was so good to feel the weight of a man on him again. To smell that distinctive scent of a man. To feel bristles scrape his skin. Why had he denied himself this? He might have so little time to enjoy it. Cal might leave at any time. He would be gone, and Mitch would never know how good it would feel to be with him. Cal slipped his hand under the waistband of Mitch’s shorts. He ran his fingers through coarse hair, over delicate skin, and…
“Hey! Mitch!” Horrible clanging from the door. Bren’s voice, sounding alarmed. “Hey, everything okay in there?”
“Fuck,” Cal muttered. For an instant, Mitch froze, and then abruptly he shoved Cal away, toward the wall. Cal swore some more. As Mitch rolled off the cot, Cal snapped, “Tell her to go away!”
QUESTION TWO: What does Cal fear Mitch was going to do in his sleep?
EXCERPT THREE: Battle of Will by Sasha L. Miller
Buy it now: http://www.lessthanthreepress.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=92&products_id=557
“Stay,” Ackley repeated when Ealdwin didn’t elaborate again. He was doing that on purpose, Ackley was sure of it.
“You can say no,” Ealdwin said quickly, and Ackley rolled his eyes.
“You could give me a reason before telling me I can say no,” Ackley said. It was bound to be magic-related, Ackley knew it, but that didn’t stop him from getting his hopes up anyway. Ealdwin smiled at that, brief but amused.
“Morcia doesn’t have the best track record with magic,” Ealdwin started.
“Neither does Skirfall,” Ackley said, managing to keep most of the bitterness out of his voice. Hopefully Ealdwin would attribute the rest of it to Ackley’s dislike of Skirfall. He’d known it couldn’t be because Ealdwin wanted him to stay, because Ealdwin enjoyed his company and well … cared for him in any way.
“You’re better at regulating it and teaching it,” Ealdwin said, persevering. “I’m planning to create a new ministry for everything related to magic. We won this war on the power of magic, and I don’t want to turn around and sweep that progress under the carpet. I want your help with that.”
“You want me for my magic,” Ackley said. Just like everyone else in Ackley’s life. The only reason they ever wanted him to stick around was his magic. Scowling, Ackley stood and stalked away from the table, not waiting for Ealdwin to reply to that.
He couldn’t. He wouldn’t torture himself that way. A position like that would only remind him of everything he didn’t have every time he saw Ealdwin. He still wanted to say yes, to give himself the barest, faintest hope that someday Ealdwin would look at him and see more than someone who could be useful.
“Ackley,” Ealdwin said, sounding frustrated. Ackley turned, scowl at the ready. He hadn’t even heard Ealdwin approach, but he was right behind Ackley, barely a few inches away.
Ackley tilted his head back to glare at Ealdwin, not wanting to hear whatever excuses Ealdwin had. He didn’t move away, refusing to cede any ground. Ealdwin stared back, and if Ackley were a weaker man, he might have felt bad about the hurt expression on Ealdwin’s face. Then Ealdwin’s expression shifted, turning into something less hurt and more measuring, as if he were trying to get a handle on something.
Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, Ackley started to step away. He didn’t get the chance, however, as Ealdwin grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him.
Ackley froze, his mind going completely, utterly blank. Ealdwin’s kiss was every bit as determined as his expression had been, sure and confident, and Ackley started to return it before his brain caught up to him.
Ealdwin wanted him to stay because of magic. Ealdwin had kissed him after asking him to stay for his magic. Ealdwin was kissing him to get him to stay.
Furious and hurt, Ackley shoved, wishing he had his magic so he could do it with more force. Ealdwin stumbled back anyway—apparently he hadn’t expected Ackley to protest that. How had Ackley given himself away? It didn’t matter. Ackley opened his mouth, ready to yell at Ealdwin, but the words didn’t come.
“Ackley—” Ealdwin started, and Ackley couldn’t take listen to whatever excuse Ealdwin had ready. Turning, he stalked from the tent, nearly running into one of the guards on his way out. He didn’t stop, swerving and slipping around the soldier in the snow.
QUESTION THREE: What does Ackley think Ealdwin wants him for?
EXCERPT FOUR: Sex and Sourdough by A.J.Thomas
Buy it now: http://www.amazon.com/Sex-Sourdough-A-J-Thomas-ebook/dp/B00HAGFLJM/ref=zg_bs_301889_70
Kevin shuddered as Anders grazed the head of his cock with his thumb. He didn’t trust himself to speak. When Anders tried to shift to the side and roll off him, Kevin pulled him down again. It would have been so easy to shift Anders’s shorts to the side, free his own cock, and slam Anders down onto him. He would rip Anders apart, taking him dry and unprepared, but, God, he’d wanted to do it anyway.
The desire to bury his cock inside of Anders was a constant, niggling source of tension. He’d almost gotten used to it. But the desire to pull Anders down, to claim his mouth, surprised him. Kevin had hooked up with friends, both guys and girls, throughout high school. He had kissed a few girls—or, rather, he’d been kissed by a few girls— but never the guys. The times he’d hooked up with other guys had been brief, adrenaline-fueled, and frantic. They had torn at each other’s clothing and bruised each other’s skin, but they’d never kissed. Somehow, touching another man’s lips always seemed too intimate, too personal, when he and his partner just wanted to get off. He was shocked by how badly he wanted to kiss Anders. The idea of touching Anders’s tongue, of feeling their breath mingling, left him stunned.
“I just….” Kevin ran his hands up Anders’s back. “Can I ask you something?”
Anders leaned back a little and cocked a single eyebrow at him.
Kevin took a deep breath and tried to think of what to say. He’d never been very good at expressing himself. He grabbed Anders’s cheeks, tilted his head down, and kissed him.
He wasn’t trying to be aggressive, but the taste of Anders’s lips bypassed his dwindling self-control and shot straight to his cock. Anders’s taste was an intoxicating mixture of salt, spice, and the lingering flavor of the mint milkshake he had been drinking. Kevin grabbed the back of his head and pulled Ander’s mouth against his hard, pouring the desire he’d been fighting for a month into the kiss. Anders melted against him, not fighting for dominance but surrendering completely.
QUESTION FOUR: What does Anders taste like?
EXCERPT FIVE: Scrambling by Lex Valentine
Buy Link: http://www.loose-id.com/scrambling.html
Excerpt: “I want you. I need to feel you touch me, taste me. I need to be with you. I want your arms around me, your cock inside me. I need to be with someone who cares about me. For sixteen years, it’s been you and me. Even Len and Bryce haven’t come between us. It’s always been you and me.”
Reed poked Evan’s chest with a finger when he said you and his own when he said me. Evan blinked and shook his head as if he were dazed. “I-I don’t understand. Where is this coming from?” he asked with a frown.
“It’s coming from deep inside me, Ev. Whenever something is wrong, you’re there for me and vice versa, although God knows it’s usually me with problems not you,” he said with a tinge of bitterness at the life destiny had given him. “This time, I need more than just hand-holding. Will you give it to me?”
He stared at the man he’d loved since they were kids. The man he’d shared everything with. The one he couldn’t imagine his life without. And he willed Evan to say yes.
A long, soft breath escaped Evan, tension leaving his big body. “Yes. You know I love you. I could never say no to anything you ever asked of me.”
Reed pushed himself against Evan’s chest, his hands coming up to frame the handsome, beloved face of his best friend. “Then just love me. Death is cold. I need to be warm.” He pressed his mouth to Evan’s, and a pleasure like none he’d ever experienced exploded inside him.
Evan’s lips were soft and warm, gentle in a way Reed hadn’t known men could be. He took control of the kiss, took control of Reed, his hands and his mouth leading Reed to ecstasy. Their tongues slid together, tentative in the way of new lovers but without urgency or fear, just a growing awareness and heat. Evan’s hands slipped over Reed’s shoulders and down his back, causing a slow burn in Reed’s veins.
The limo turned a corner, and they rocked, swaying with the movement of the car. Reed pulled his mouth from Evan’s, and they stared at each other, breathing hard.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to push you into something you don’t want,” he asked as pain threatened. He needed Evan, but he could walk away if Evan didn’t want him.
The big man pushed a trembling hand through his sandy hair. “I want it,” he replied, reaching for Reed’s hand. He pulled it toward him and pressed it into his lap.
Beneath his fingers, Reed could feel the hard ridge of Evan’s erection, and his heart sang in triumph.
The evidence of Evan’s desire was enough for him tonight. He didn’t need to own Evan’s heart although he yearned to.
QUESTION FIVE: How long has Reed loved Evan?
Remember, you only have to answer one set of five questions to be entered to win, BUT every set you answer gives you another entry! Leave a comment below WITH YOUR EMAIL. Be sure to visit Kay Berrisford and Angel Payne for more Kisses! You may be the winner of batches of great books and GCs.