Welcome! Or Welcome Back! Today is Day 3 of the New Years Kisses Party. The Kisses posted here and at the blogs of Kay Berrisford and Angel Payne are your last batches. If you missed yesterday or Tuesday, be sure to scroll down and read those Kisses too. Why? Because they are yummy! And because you can win bunches of fabulous books and gift cards for the presents you want to buy.

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! PLEASE LEAVE YOUR EMAIL WITH YOUR ANSWERS. 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.

You have until January 5th to enter and answer as many questions as you can. Winners will be announced on the 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.

Today’s kisses are from V.L.Locey, Evelyn Shepherd,  A.F.Henley, J.P.Bowie,  and K.A. Merikan.

EXCERPT ONE: All I Want for Christmas by V.L.Locey

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“Now you’re going to get what Adam used to get when he’d give me a noogie. Mua-ha-ha!” I cackled like a first-class comic book villain. I wanted to see the look of trepidation in his eyes like my brother used to have, knowing an Indian rope burn was on the horizon.

 

What I saw instead was vibrant passion. Suddenly the erotic position we were in registered. I had him pinned helplessly underneath me, both my hands wrapped around his one hand over his head. My thighs were squeezing his hips. My nose was perhaps eight inches from his. I could see microscopic ice crystals melting on his neatly trimmed goatee. A trickle of melting snow ran down my nose, hung there for a breathless moment, and then fell to his slightly parted lips. There was really no way I could not do it. My elbows buckled out, dropping my head the several inches that were needed. His lips were cold for the merest moment then they warmed nicely as mine pressed against them. Cooper made a sound of pleasure. It matched the throaty groan that rumbled from inside me. I wanted to deepen the kiss. Instead I sat back, loosening my hold on his wrist and removing my knee from his arm.

 

“That’s not what my brother used to get,” I said, pushing unsteadily to my feet then heading into his studio. It was ruder than hell, leaving him lying in the snow after I had just kissed him, but I needed somewhere to gather my scattered wits. What the hell was I thinking? I tossed the door open and strode inside, not seeing the beauty of his work all around me. Over to the wood stove I went, lost in a churning dark cesspool of confusion. Then, as if he were part of the winter wind that was rushing in the open door, Cooper was there in front of me.

 

“I swear to God that cannot be the all of this,” Coop rasped, his hand coming up to rest on my cold neck. He guided me to him with slight pressure from his fingers to my jaw. Wind and snow blew around the studio in a whipping zephyr. Cooper’s mouth moved over mine, hesitantly at first, testing the receptive waters with the tip of his tongue. I met his seeking tongue with my own, skimming his lower lip. That was all it took. The man clasped his other hand to my head then began to make love to my mouth. That is the only way to describe the kiss. It was a hot, wet prelude to something that would be better than any sexual encounter I had ever had, of that I was sure. He slid into and out of my mouth with a tantalizing slow rhythm. My hands settled on his hips. I wanted to tug him against me but I didn’t dare yet. Maybe in another minute I might if he kept sweeping my mouth so delightfully. This was no ordinary kiss. This was the beginning of something that made my heart grow three times larger just like the Grinch’s.

QUESTION ONE: What was ruder than hell?

EXCERPT TWO: I Am Here by Evelyn Shepherd

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He continued to smile, enjoying our game of cat and mouse. We wrapped around the back of the SUV, and I knew I was even more screwed as we slipped out of the line of vision of anyone who’d step outside.

“If you don’t have any issues, Sawyer, why do you keep running from me?” Topher asked.

My step faltered. I knew he had a point, but that didn’t mean I liked it. I watched him the same way you watched a lion. He tipped his head to the side. Spiky strands of his hair swayed in the breeze.

When he closed the distance, I didn’t run like I should have. He pressed his forearm against the glass beside my head and dipped down. Our noses bumped together, and his breath misted over me. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, drawing in the sweetness of his skin and breath.

“All you have to do, Sawyer, is tell me not to kiss you. I’ll walk away, and I won’t try it again. Tell me you don’t want this, that you really don’t want this.”

Topher’s voice was a low rumble that serenaded me. I could feel his finger trail down my cheek and run across my lower lip, tapping gently at the hoop that pierced my delicate flesh.

“Just say it. God, please say it, and stop me,” he practically groaned, his body sagging just a little closer to me, “because I’m powerless otherwise. I look at you, and all I want is to hold you, to be with you. Tell me this is wrong. I know it’s wrong. Tell me to stop.”

I wanted to. I opened my mouth. The words sat on my tongue, but they never formed. They sat in consternation, not ready to make the plunge into the deep end. So I just stood there, eyes closed, and let him cloud my senses.

“Sawyer,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine with the formation of my name.

My heart couldn’t race any faster if I’d injected it with adrenaline. I opened my eyes and stared up into his, taking in the sight of his long lashes and the sharp line of his nose.

“Kiss me.” I didn’t know if I’d said it out loud or just thought it.

Our mouths collided, and I felt my last ounce of control slip away. He didn’t take by rapine. I gave to him everything I had. Our tongues quarreled, our bodies fitted, and our mouths meshed until my body felt like a bottle rocket ready to explode.

His large hands cupped my face; his fingers dug into my scalp as he pushed my hair back and angled my face to go in deeper. Everything about this was bad. It was wrong—so wrong and bad, and all I wanted was to keep going.

We started slow, but the longer his lips moved against mine, the hotter we became. My cock was hard, pressed against his thigh as he nudged it between my legs.

This was what it felt like to be powerless to the force of the world. I could feel the earth spinning, feel the static in the air like it was an electrical current that rode me, but I couldn’t fight any of it. I couldn’t stop the turning world or stop the strange friction that was drawn to me.

QUESTION TWO: What pierces Sawyer’s delicate flesh?

EXCERPT THREE: The Gift by A.F.Henley

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“I said quit it. We don’t have time for games.”

 

“Begging won’t save you now,” Doren grinned, spinning dramatically and pulling a whole new display of eye rolling from August.

 

“That was not begging.”

 

“Not yet,” Doren agreed, and without warning he charged August, wrapping his arms around August’s waist, dragging August the fourteen steps required to topple August on to the bed. He scrambled over top, grinning at the “Oof” and pinning August’s arms to the mattress. “Feel free to beg all you want now, though.”

 

“Fuck off, Doren,” August warned. “You promised no bullshit, remember?”

 

Doren watched August’s eyes but it wasn’t the flare of interest that lit behind them that convinced Doren to stay where he was. It was the lyrical cadence that rushed into August’s breath. It was the bass that picked up its beat in August’s chest. He lowered his face, not even a hair’s breadth of space between them. When he spoke he felt his own air come back at him from off of August’s skin.

 

“But that was in your room. Now we’re in mine.”

 

“It doesn’t work like that—” August said. But the moment August spoke, their lips brushed against one another and with a soft growl Doren made it official. Just a quick kiss was all he was going for—a tease, a game—until August opened his mouth. Until his own tongue slipped between the parted heat of August’s lips and was neither pushed away or spat out. Doren didn’t wait for further direction. His hands slid off August’s wrist, down August’s arms, and he reached around August’s waist. If August was going to let him kiss, maybe August would let him touch, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to take full advantage of that. With his arms tight, he pulled August into a roll, until he was flat on his back and August on top of him.

 

“There,” Doren removed his lips enough to mumble against August’s mouth. “I’m not making you do anything. You’re the one on top of me. Move away if you need to. Stop me.” He ran his hands over shoulders, back, across August’s ass, pulling them tighter against one another. August choked on a sound. “Or don’t,” Doren whispered.

 

QUESTION THREE: What had Doren promised?

EXCERPT FOUR: Journey to Hope by J.P.Bowie

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“You’re upset about something,” Josh murmured, standing so close, his breath warmed Brett’s cheek. “Are you having second thoughts about hiring me, what with this parole stuff and the Sheriff?”

“No.” He turned to face Josh and their eyes met, their mouths now only inches apart. “I’m very glad you’re here.”

“Good.” Josh slid one hand behind Brett’s neck and squeezed gently. Brett leant forward and brushed his lips over Josh’s who reacted by drawing in a quick breath. Was he startled by the kiss? Wasn’t it what he wanted as much as Brett did?

“I—I’m sorry,” Brett whispered. “I thought…”

“You thought right,” Josh murmured. “It’s just that I haven’t been kissed by another guy in so long I’d forgotten just how great it feels.”

Brett smiled and wrapped his arms around Josh’s neck. “It can feel even better.” He moved in, taking Josh’s lips more firmly this time, running his tongue into the crease between the warm, soft flesh, pushing lightly for entrance. They both gasped as their tongues slid over one another, the slick heat of Josh’s mouth sending ripples of desire zipping through Brett’s body. There was only one way for this to go, and it would have right then if Jaz hadn’t chosen that moment to get in the mix. The dog’s two front paws collided with Josh’s crotch as he jumped into the narrow space between their bodies.

“Ow, son of a b—!”

Jaz added insult to injury by pawing at Josh’s obvious bulge as if delighted to feel something that big and hard to play with.

“Ow!” Josh yelled again, while Brett tried to pull Jaz away, laughing at the top of his voice.

“Oh, my God, Jaz—you bad boy!”

“Think it’s funny huh?” Josh growled, nursing his erection. “How to kill the moment, Jaz!” He started to laugh too then he grabbed Brett and hauled him back into his arms. “Show me how that kiss goes again—felt so damned good.”

“Yes, it did.” Ignoring Jaz’s indignant barks at being shooed away, he took Josh’s mouth again in a long, searingly passionate kiss.

“Oh, dear God,” Josh gasped when they came up for air. His vision was slightly blurred until he refocused on Brett. “Is this a good idea?”

“Probably not,” Brett replied, his lips touching Josh’s as he spoke softly. “I’ve only known you a day and a half. We’re gonna be working together twenty-four seven. You have a criminal record. You could murder me in my bed—and yet I can’t find anything wrong with this.”

“I promise I won’t murder you in your bed,” Josh said.

“What I want you to do in my bed is to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk without the feel of you, hard and deep inside me.”

“Jesus…”

“Just let me get Jaz outside. I love my dog, but I don’t want him being part of a three-way.”

 

QUESTION FOUR: How much are Josh and Brett going to be working together?

EXCERPT FIVE: Special Needs by K.A. Merikan

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“I’m gay. And I like you.”

“When did it… uhm… start?”

The chest to his side expanded to accommodate a big gulp of air. “It’s kinda hard to say when I went from ‘oh, he’s cute’ to ‘God, I wanna fuck him’. Does that matter?”

Ryan slouched a bit, his nerves getting the best of him. Even his ears heated up at that declaration. Did Liam fantasize about him? And did he want to date, or just fuck? How could he have missed that? “N–no, I guess it doesn’t.” He took a swig of beer. How fucked up was he that a hunk’s availability made him lose his wit? He used to be so snappy with Liam.

“I know.” Liam leaned even closer, until they were side to side. His words tickled Ryan’s ear. “That wasn’t the romantic confession you’d want to hear, but I just couldn’t seem to find the right moment.”

Ryan laughed it off. “Yeah, cause I’m such a romantic.” He slowly pressed against Liam’s body, unsure if Liam would like that, so he was ready to flinch away and laugh it off any second. He heard Liam growl above him, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. All of a sudden, Ryan panicked that after the concert, his hair could be smelly with smoke. What if Liam hated that?

“I wanted it to be good, so I kept waiting. Should have kissed you in the water the day they did that porn flick.” Liam sounded tired.

That made Ryan instantly look up. “No! I wanted to do that!”

The lines on Liam’s face softened when he smiled, putting his can aside and reaching for the one in Ryan’s hand. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I was so scared that you would see what I feel, and be all awkward, and leave the job,” Ryan said in one breath. The wet beer can slid out of his hand as Liam leaned over him, and their eyes locked in semi-darkness.

“I wouldn’t.”

“Liam.” Ryan swallowed, trying to stop the tremble of his fingers by grabbing on to Liam’s muscular arm. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

Liam’s sigh sounded like it came from deep within him. Guttural, hoarse and low. He gently dug his thumb and forefinger under the joints of Ryan’s jaw, covering the front of his neck with his large palm, still cool from holding the beer. He then leaned down, and his warm lips were on Ryan’s, slightly bitter from the drink. Ryan took a deep breath through his nose, his heart beating fast when he opened his lips in invitation. It was everything he wanted and the way Liam held him in place with his hand was setting his chest ablaze. Even that little gesture suggested he controlled the situation, and there was nothing Ryan wanted more than to give in. He didn’t even notice when his hands moved to caress Liam’s forearms, but he arched his back to get more of that tingling sweetness that came with their kiss. It was like Liam was a shot of vodka after twenty years with the AA. And with Ryan’s heart close to stopping with the effort of having raced for long minutes, Liam should come with a warning label. ‘Consumption of Liam’s kisses may cause heart failure’.

He felt a slow push to his jaw and didn’t fight it. Liam gently lowered him to the ground, his other arm supporting Ryan’s back to finally curl around him once they were in the sand.

QUESTION FIVE: What should Liam come with?

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Tara Lain, Angel Payne, and Kay Berrisford.

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