Nancy Crampton-Brophy
Aspiring Author

Title: Caught In The Middle
Genre: Single Title Contemporary

Dori hung back. Boy, had she misread this situation. Following Grant outside was a bad, bad idea. Kissing him had been a mistake. Well, not a mistake exactly, but it had gotten out of hand.

But still that warm, fuzzy feeling encouraged her for once to not be the sensible one.

As soon as he shut the door, Dori realized she didn't have to worry. Grant's determined expression told her he had adopted the sensible position all on his own.

"About tonight…." He didn't even look in her direction, preferring the skyline view as he leaned away from her. The narrow balcony expanded, allowing for two people and a chasm between them.

She pursed her lips and waited. Crossing her arms over her chest, she leaned against the opposite railing, knowing the next sentence would not bode well for their future.

"The kiss was a mistake," he said.

It wasn't that she disagreed; it just chaffed her that he was the one giving this speech. Didn't he realize she was the one who should be speaking?

"Nothing will ever come of this. My life's devoted to Emma and to getting her healthy."

Well, good for you, buddy. I didn't mean to kiss you anyway.

"Relationships are impossible for me. And I won't even attempt it. There'll be no roses, no chocolates, no candle light dinners, and if you still think I have potential, I've had a vasectomy. No more children and I would never consider another marriage."

Well wasn't he just a piece of work? She hadn't exactly put out the welcome mat with one insignificant kiss. What did he think? His kisses were so potent she immediately began to hear wedding bells?

"I suppose this means I need to cancel the minister," she snapped, pulled open the door to stomp inside when his hand clasped her upper arm, preventing her from leaving.

"It pisses me off I'm attracted to you." He glared at her.

"Well, stop it then."

He sneered. "Great advice. How's that working for you?"

"You're like the wad of gum on the sole of my shoe. Only worth as much consideration as it takes to get rid of you."

She wasn't even aware of the fact he moved, but as his lips molded to hers, her only coherent observation was that for the first time in forever, she no longer felt alone.

#2

Emma Hillman
http://twist.wakeywakey.net
Published Author

Title: Why me?
Genre: Romance

"Why me?"

"You didn't look crazy."

Seriously? She looked up at him but he was staring straight ahead, trying to ignore the way people were staring. Did he really think he could fade into the background? "So why are you here?"

"It's a good cause. And I thought people wouldn't recognize me."

"That didn't work out very well."

"You think?" He glared down at her then winced when he noticed someone walking towards them. "Shit!"

"What's wrong?" She twisted in his embrace and spotted the manic look on the woman pushing everyone out of her way. "Who's that?"

"A crazy stalker." His head whirled from side to side as he tried to find an escape. "I know!"

She found herself being dragged to the middle of the dance floor and as they stood there, she wondered if maybe she shouldn't have listened to her first instinct and told him no. Except she'd been too proud he'd chosen her to dance with instead of the myriad of other women all vying for his attention. And they'd all looked so much more his type too.

She gazed up at his handsome, albeit a bit green, face and asked, "So what now?"

"See this?" He pointed to the mistletoe hanging overhead. "We're going to kiss and she'll think you're my date and hopefully back off."

"Let me get this straight. You want us to fake a relationship so a crazy lady will stop harassing you?"

"Yeah. Clever, isn't it?"

"What if she starts stalking me instead?"

He shrugged. "I'm sure it won't come to that."

She felt a shriek build inside her throat. "Hold on. Hold on! I have a question!"

He sighed. "What now?"

"Will that be a real kiss or…what?"

"Just follow what I do, okay?"

His lips brushed hers and she closed her arms around his neck, holding on while she still could. Then his mouth opened and she felt his tongue…and then it was inside her own mouth. Oh, god. Why hadn't he warned her that he was really going to kiss her? She could have braced herself! Now all she could do was stand there and mmm, enjoy it. She let herself fall into the kiss, her fingers running through his hair when she felt his own hands slide up her back.

And then it stopped.

"Well, that wasn't too bad."

Could she get away with hitting him?

#3

Kerri Nelson
http://www.kerrinelson.com
Published Author

Title: Miss Taken
Genre: Romantic Suspense

She felt a smile curve about her lips as she took in the red silk boxer shorts that he wore. They were red with green stripes and covered in an adorable pattern of snowmen.

As if he could feel her smiling behind him, he turned and made eye contact with her. His deep brown eyes were like hot chocolate and she suddenly found herself craving the hot, sweet taste of it.

His gazed shifted back to his own attire and she followed his head movement to the front of his snowman boxer shorts. Her smile froze and then fell from her face. It seemed that an entire row of snowmen on the front were standing at attention.

Tabby cleared her throat, as if this measure of decorum would somehow make the situation less uncomfortable.

"Did I wake you?" he asked in a deep, raspy voice. He sounded quite casual, given the fact that they were both currently standing half naked in his kitchen.

She took a tentative step towards him and then another. She stopped just short of making contact with him and he reached up to touch her cheek with his fingers. She turned her lips into the palm of his hand and rubbed them against the soft skin of his palm.

He wrapped his other hand around her waist and pulled her to him. The sudden movement caught her off guard and she let out a quick breath.

He leaned in slowly and used his hand to cup her jawbone while the other ran slowly up her back and dug into the hair at the base of her neck. The hand that grabbed her hair pulled her head back and made her lips vulnerable. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

She felt the warm, moist lips and opened her mouth in response. He pressed his tongue into her mouth and it intertwined with hers. Their tongues danced and she let out a small sigh as he pulled her closer so that their bodies were now pressed together.

She could feel the happy snowmen pressing firmly against her belly. For a brief moment, she thought of pulling away. This was not a good idea. Then he ran his hand down her back and cupped her soft bottom in his hand, and all thoughts of pulling away melted from her mind.

#4

Marianne Stephens
http://www.mariannestephens.net
Published Author

Title: Second Sight Dating
Genre: Contemporary paranormal

In that instant, Serena made the ultimate, no going back, snap judgment to go with her feelings and damn the consequences. With the lights still off, she grabbed his red silk tie and pulled him inside, slamming the door closed behind them with her foot.

What the hell? Dan had no time to mentally react to Serena's bold move. Instinct took control of his physical reaction and he enclosed her into his arms, searching for her lips. His aggressive move met her open, nonresistant welcome to lower his mouth to hers.

How far could she intend this to go? Tasting her slightly wine-flavored lips over and over again only increased his desire for Serena. Dan wanted more of her, much more. Pushing her wasn't his style. He'd gladly take whatever she offered. Dan's head filled with warring images, those of Steve and his job and those of Serena and her charms. Choosing one over the other caused major conflict between his head and heart.

She'd broken through his defenses, the ones he'd created to safeguard his heart. She sparked his interest enough to allow those barriers to begin to crumble. After what he'd gone through with his ex-wife, Laura, he'd sworn no woman would get close enough to shatter his spirit again.

Serena smelled like roses, the scent of the perfume he'd mentioned to her. Her light, fragrant aroma surrounded her being, drawing him closer into losing all control. He rained soft kisses along her cheek and down her neck, nuzzling a spot near her ear. Her delighted moan spurred him on.

"I want you, Serena," he begged, in a low, husky tone. "It's up to you now, honey."

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

Serena shuffled back and forth between decisions. His letters danced double-time in her head, swirling around smiling images of Dan's face. The faster her heart beat, the faster his letters bounced and the bigger his smile became.

I want him.

Anne Kane
http://www.annekane.literalseduction.net
Published Author

Title: Stargazers4: Wayward
Genre: Erotic romance

Mischief danced in the depths of her witchy green eyes. "I like my idea better."

Tore lowered his head to taste her lips, his cock straining against the tight fabric that imprisoned it. "So do I."

He tasted her lips, teasing them apart to slip his tongue in and explore. Kat responded with an unbridled lust, sending heat clawing through him. Her sister might be a virgin, but Kat knew exactly where to touch him, how to use a featherlight brush of her fingers to send heat racing through his body. He angled her head to give himself better access, sliding his tongue across the roof of her mouth.

Kat moaned, using her own tongue to follow, running it down the side of his, engaging in an erotic duel as he thrust deeper into the moist sweetness, tasting the honeyed depth. She pressed herself against him, her well-toned curves brushing against him and causing his heartbeat to race.

He pulled back a bit, unsettled by her unfettered passion. He was used to women who calculated how much to give, what to do to elicit the response they wanted from his body. Kat just threw herself at him, all soft curves and feminine need.

"We need to pace ourselves here, Kat. You'll have me going up in flames." He whispered the words in her ear while her cloth-covered breasts pressed against his chest, tempting him to explore their lush curves.

"Can't take the heat?" A thread of wicked amusement wound through her voice, and he chuckled. She liked to control the situation. He could see they'd have to work out who was boss.

His gaze drifted to the platform, and a wicked idea slid into his mind. Stargazers platforms were designed to hold the witches strapped spread-eagled while they worked.

He wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other arm beneath her legs, scooping her up into his arms while he nibbled his way from her ear down to the tender hollow of her throat. Despite her well-toned muscles, she felt light as air to his enhanced strength and he cradled her against his chest, enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against him. He nuzzled the loose neck of her collar aside and couldn't resist running his tongue across the top of one firm breast.

Title: Softly And Tenderly
Genre: Romance

Christina Cotton didn't know why she agreed to go to the Christmas party with her best friend Kate Edwards yet here she was dressed to go. Kate stood at her entryway tapping her toe letting Christina know she was more than ready to go.

"Alright, Kate, I'm coming," Christina told her as she popped her lips with after the last swipe of her glossy lipstick slid smoothly across her pink lips. Christina had beautiful full lips that men couldn't help but notice and women wanted to have. Kate envied them and told her so on many occassions. Tonight, however, Christina was not looking forward to meeting people she didn't know nor mingling with men who would ogle her and have dirty thoughts when they looked at her, she wasn't in the mood for that tonight. Sighing, she let Kate take her arm and the headed to the party.

Once there, Christina acquired a soda, nothing alcholic for the desinated driver, and she settled in. The hum of the partygoers buzzed in her ear but he heard nothing intelligable until a deep lilting voice whispered, "Do I know you?"

Christina nearly dropped her drink but saved it at the last minute along with her composure. Sliding slightly toward the sexy, no wait, manly, just manly she told herself, manly voice, she rolled her eyes toward him and said, "No, you don't."

However, when her eyes met his face, her breath hitched and her body responded appropriately upon seeing a very sexy man.

"Would it sound cheesy if I said I'd like to?" he grinned. Those lips, she thought, look so soft and...she shook her head.

"Uh, no, I guess not," she smiled tentatively. Within mintues, Christina was laughing and feeling very comfortable with Stetson Rowe. She wiggled a little, even his name was sexy. She was chatting about something when she noticed him looking over her head and her eyes followed the direction his had taken.

"Oh," she exclaimed when she realized she was sitting directly under the mistletoe.

"Shall we not waste it?" he said softly into her ear. His hot breath made her shiver and her mouth went dry. Somehow, she felt herself nod and as if in slow motion, he leaned in to kiss her. When his soft, warm lips touched hers, she was sure the electricity of what she felt could be seen. His lips were tenderly working hers and with a gentle swipe of his tonuge, her mouth willingly opened to welcome him in. Their tongues danced that age old dance, back and forth, side to side as they twirled together in perfect harmony. He tasted salty and she tasted sweet which seemed a perfect combination.

When he pulled his tongue away, his lips left a final soft impression upon hers and more than that on with her body. He awakened something within her she thought long dead. She was breathless yet breathing rapidly. Stetson saw the rise and fall of her bosom and knew this was one kiss under the mistletoe she wouldn't soon forget.

Christina was having that same thought and a few more to go along with it.

Tabatha Basham
Aspiring Author

Title: A Lifetime of Tastes
Genre: Contemporary Romance

The room was filled with decorations, festive music, and overlapping conversations. As my eyes glanced around the room I knew deep inside that I was only looking for one person though I would never admit it out loud. The second I spotted him the blood rushing in my ears dulled the noise around me. For a moment I just watched him standing there, commanding the attention of those around him. I closed my eyes and tried to get my legs to move again but they seemed glued to the floor. My heart stuttered the moment I opened them because looking intently at me were those same crystal blue and mercury silver mixed eyes that I often fell asleep thinking of. I opened my mouth to say something, anything but the heart in my throat blocked any sound. I couldn't do anything but watch his face get closer to mine until lips touched and eyes fluttered closed. The moment my mouth started to move under his he took a step backwards.

He smiled the same cocky smile that graced his face daily and nodded upward. "Mistletoe."

My stomach dropped out as he walked away with the what little piece of my heart he didn't already have. I suddenly noticed how quiet the room had gotten. I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to stop the anguished cry that wanted to escape. Suddenly my legs were moving out the door and down the street towards my house. The second my feet hit the grass of my yard my knees gave out and I let go of the animalistic sound I had held back. I don't know how long I sat there staining my dress with the dewy grass but it felt like hours. All of a sudden an arm wrapped around my stomach and pulled me off the ground. I found myself pulled flush against a hard and obviously male body.

The voice that spoke was soft but I knew it better than my own. "I'm sorry."

Something inside me seemed to break with those whispered words but he didn't stop there, "I only wanted to know what you tasted like, you tasted like chocolate and sunshine just like I dreamed you would but so much more too. I want to spend a my life figuring every one of them out. Will you let me?"

My reply was simple. "Yes."

Tammy Wilsdorf
Aspiring Author

Title: Heaven or Nothing
Genre: Western Historical

He moved before he could stop himself. He meant to give her a chaste hug, but a hug didn't adequately express what he was feeling at the moment. Instead he found himself reaching out and taking her face in his hands. Fortunately she didn't move away when he bent and lowered his lips to hers. The first touch of the kiss jolted his senses. His heart danced and his blood sang in his veins, in spite of the fact that she tensed and hardened her mouth against his. A little cry of surprise and outrage erupted from her throat but she didn't struggle like a woman would if she was truly horrified and intended to get away. He knew he should stop now but for the time being he was all but enslaved to his baser instincts. Even the chance that someone might come around the corner any second and catch them didn't sway him. He went ahead and deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth more fully against hers, opening his lips. What reason would he give her for doing this when they parted? Was it just a goodbye kiss that got out of hand? Did he simply want her to feel someone's love, to know how beautiful a person she was both inside and out? His tongue found hers and the heat of their breaths mingled as she began to respond, softening and yielding her mouth to his prodding. . Ever so subtly, he felt her kiss him back. He took her shoulders in his hands, gently, tentatively, to bring her closer. She stumbled toward him and he felt her hands creep up his back...

Elaine Lowe
http://elainelowe.livejournal.com/
Published Author

Title: Aunt Matilda's Lessons
Genre: Historical Romance

Helena could feel his eyes on her, and she longed to be able to gaze upon his form unencumbered. In her mind's eye she imagined his broad shoulders, the turn of his leg, the curve of his buttocks.

She swallowed harshly preparing herself to turn around clutching what she hoped was the correct chart. He was much closer to her than she remembered. Close enough that his eyes burned into hers and she could feel his breath on her face. Close enough that he barely had to lean forward and their lips touched softly, sweetly.

It was the shortest of kisses, but it was her first. She hadn't been ready! She wanted to feel every moment of it, every sensation that had flooded through her in that instant. She raised a hand and he flinched away as though she might give him a well-deserved slap, but she reached out and pressed two fingers against his lips, feeling their dry fullness.

He kissed those fingers, and she transferred her fingers to her own lips, transferring his kiss - snatching whatever she could. But he was more than willing to have a repeat performance, and with a groan of surrender his arms wrapped around her and his lips took hers, his warm mouth pressing against her with a firm pressure that made her happy to yield. In moments her lips had parted and she felt the hot stroke of his tongue against her lips and teeth. It was all so wonderfully strange, she reacted out of instinct, stroking his tongue with her own, nipping at his lips with her teeth.

Helena barely knew that she had dropped her map and wrapped her arms around his neck and thrust her hands into the thickness of his hair, pulling it from its proper queue. But she did feel the hard length of his body as he held her tightly against him, drugging her with his kisses. There was a mysterious hardness against her stomach, and she knew it must be his manhood hardening, ready and willing to enter her. Aunt Matilda's lessons were proving very useful.

She had the strangest need to reach her hand down and touch him, to stroke the evidence of his desire. But then his lips moved down the column of her throat, and the intense sensations made her forget everything and anything but the need to have more.

Jennifer Hammon
Aspiring Author

Title: Mistletoe Miracle
Genre: Romance

"Hello love, sorry we're late! You know what the roads are like at this time of year!"

Gina sat very quietly, the rise and fall of her chest as methodical as the ticking of a clock. She did not respond to her husband Steve, indeed, Gina did not even acknowledge Steve or their daughter Jodi's presence.

"Mum, mum, you'll never guess what we did in school today. We built a snowman out of the snow. Can we build one? Can we?" Jodi pleaded before making her way over to the chair at her Mother's side.

Sitting on another chair, Steve begun to rummage through the carrier bag he'd brought with him. Looking up to where Jodi sat he smiled before answering for his wife who remained quiet.

"It's ok Jodi, I'm sure we'll all be able to make that snowman before long. Mum loves making them, don't you sweetheart?" Steve enquired softly, his heart aching. Clearing his throat Steve turned away from Jodi's expectant gaze, lowering his head he took a tissue from his pocket and wiped away a tear. Jodi in the meantime had launched with gusto into a minute by minute recollection of her day at school. Steve returned to his rummaging in the carrier bag.

Finding the elusive object Steve was about to say something when a knock on the door stopped him. It was Sarah their oldest daughter. At 15 she was the image of Jodi, tall, slim with wispy blonde hair and ice blue eyes which sparkled vibrantly. Gonna be a heart breaker he and Gina had agreed. But that conversation seemed to have happened such a long time ago now. Long before… The memory itself was too hard for Steve to bear. Forcing the memory away he lifted the item from the bag.

"Aww Dad.. Mistletoe. What are you like?!" Exclaimed Sarah, the playful tone in her voice made Steve smile.

"Well, it is Christmas Day hun, and who knows? Miracles happen don't they?" Steve responded before leaning closer to Gina. Holding the mistletoe above their heads he closed his eyes and kissed her gently, all the while wishing for her to open her eyes. Slumping back down in his chair a soft voice whispered his name.

"Gina?" Steve's voice trembled.

"When are we making this snowman then?" asked Gina before Steve threw his arms around her his mistletoe kiss miracle.

#11

Lauren McIntyre
http://www.facebook.com/lady.lauren.mcintyre
Aspiring Author

Title: Holiday Spirits
Genre: Contemporary Romance

I storm around the corner into the hallway and run into a brick wall --- a six foot two, muscled brick wall with arms that wrap around me before I tumble backwards and land on my backside. It's him, of course, because every time I make a fool of myself, it's in front of him.

"Whoa there, darlin'. Be careful now or you'll hurt us both," Tucker says with his lazy Texas drawl.

"I'm really sorry," I can feel my face turning red with embarrassment. I try to move away, but his hands don't release me.

"It appears we have a bit of a situation on our hands."

"A situation?" I ask in confusion. I follow his gaze upward and see that we're standing under the mistletoe.

Mistletoe? That's our situation? Is he actually suggesting…?

Before I can contemplate, and complicate, the matter, his lips lower to mine in the sweetest, gentlest kiss of my life. Our mouths press, retreat, gently suckle…

He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. "You taste like candy canes," he whispers.

Embarrassed anew by my nervous gorging on sweets this evening, I try to turn away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"

His chuckle is low and hoarse. "That's a good thing, Leigh. I like candy canes."

He kisses me again, harder, more demanding. His tongue slides along my lower lip, and when I open for him he slips in. My body goes warm and my knees go weak, so I wrap my arms around his neck for balance. He pulls me closer, and I can feel the hot, hard plains of his body press into my softer counterparts.

So this is what it's like to kiss the man you love…

We hear the footsteps approaching at the same time and pull quickly apart. Tucker's eyes are hot and hungry, and I shiver when I realize I was the one to make them that way.

"Leigh, honey, stop pouting and come back…" my mother stops when she sees us standing there looking breathless. She smiles approvingly. "Well, I certainly didn't mean to interrupt."

"No, mom," I say as I start toward the living room. "We were just on our way back." I know that my mother is already planning my non-existent wedding to Tucker, and realize with every good thing that happens to me, a zillion more things go bad.

Amanda Cummings
http://www.romancebookwyrm.blogspot.com
Aspiring Author

Title: Dreams Do Come True
Genre:Romance

"Does that hurt," I whispered as my fingers gently caressed the scarred flesh of his cheek. He flinched, sucking in a breath as if the touch pained him.

For a moment I thought he would push me away, but instead he grabbed my other hand and placed it over his heart and said, "Not there, but here. The scars still hurt here."

He spoke low, but I could clearly hear the pain in his voice. The physical pain had dissipated years ago. But the emotional pain continued to haunt him.

"Let me help you," I said. "Please, let me help ease your hurt." I wanted him in a way I'd never wanted anyone. These past months working in his employ, I'd grown an attachment to him.

Cautiously, I unbuttoned his shirt. I leaned in, tenderly pressing my lips to his throat. I lifted my head and my entire body trembled with passion. His gaze was fastened onto mine. The intensity, the need I saw there, burned itself across my skin.

"No one has touched me as you have." His voice was gravely to my ears, almost painful sounding.

"No one?" I repeated quietly. I ached for him, in more ways than just this lustful need to take him. My heart wanted to ease him, to please him.

He gave a slight shake of his head in answer, never one time breaking eye contact with me. Then suddenly, he flung my arms away from him. Anger or some other strong emotion contorted his face. "Why would you want to put your beautiful, delicate hands on this scar-riddled flesh?" he spat in disgust, waving his hand around the area in question.

"You don't repulse me."

He continued to glare at me, as if my words taunted him. As if I could not possibly mean what I said.

I reached down, gripped his hand and placed it over my heart. "Feel my heart beat? It's pounding out of control for wanting you, for wanting you to want me." I said quietly, yet fiercely.

He growled with barely restrained control, and grabbed my face between his hands. His lips fastened onto mine with a punishing forcefulness that shot shards of erotic yearning through me. I clung to him desperately, not wanting this moment to end. I'd dreamed too often for his touch, his kiss. It's better than any imagined scenario I had ever conjured.

Samuel Zane Farrell
www.myspace.com/samuelzane
Published Author

Title: You & Me
Genre: Absurdist Romance

Leonard had mixed emotions about what'd just taken place. He stood in the center of Connie's cornfield, staring down at his own cousin's dead body; Truitt's body appeared to be only a heap of bloody feathers. Leonard scratched nervously at the earth beneath him with one foot and then stooped to pick up a kernel of corn with his own wing/arm.

Connie started softly, soothingly, "Don't worry. I can tell when you're nervous, Leo." She turned around and looked back towards his house.

"I'm the one that killed him. I'm the one going to jail." she said. A tear rolled from beneath her eyelid and down over her feathered face.

Leo spun around to face her and then soberly said, "No, no… I won't let go of you so… so…"

Their beaks clacked together and they kissed passionately; their tongues danced together like two flaming field mice. They embraced each other for what seemed, to them, far too short a time.

"I'll be the one letting go, Leo." she said, her voice quivering slightly.

"But I… I never can let go… let go of a chick like you." Leo said. His embrace tightened as a tear fumbled through the feathers on his own cheek.

Sadly: "I love you. I'm sorry for the mistake I've made."

Reinforcement: "Don't be, don't be. What happened just… happened."

Miranda Whitman
http://sweetvernalzephyr.blogspot.com
Aspiring Author

Title: Santie Clawz
Genre: Romance

Talented fingers slide beneath my velvet hat as Kris massages my neck. His attempts to melt me from the scalp down proceed with increasing success as I hear my second elf approach.

In a flurry of jingling bells, Jake tips his hat replacing it askew with a rakish smile. Damn flirt. Would he be so jolly if HE was in the santa suit?

His gaze locks on Kris working his magic hands behind me.

A simultaneous widening of his smile and stance brings him straddled over my waist. He leans back and settles his weight on my lap.

Deliberately he waves a shot glass under my nose and I curiously consider the twinkle in his eyes as a warm breath at my neck taunts.

"You want it mistletoe style, Santie Clawzzz?"

A suspicious glance backwards reveals a matching naughty twinkle in Kris's eyes as well. Do they know my secret?

"Well, pretty puss, what do you say?" Jake anxiously requests.

Is the cat outta the bag? Ha! Time for liquid courage. I nod my assent, "Go for it, sugar."

With a wink and a murmmur of, "Mistletoe style." Jake downs the shot and lowers his head towards me.

Our lips meld together and I open for his tongue. A quick cool lick to my upper lip brings a gasp as he feeds me a spicy splash of rum. Sucking on his bottom lip I search for more, tasting and nibbling the sweet dark warmth.

Jake tightens his legs around my waist, grinding against me. Kris' fingers play at my nape and his mouth at my earlobe coaxes mewing gasps from my throat for Jake to swallow. Sensation overwhelms me with two hot hard bodies wrapped tight around mine, rubbing against me from all sides.

Desperation rakes across my heart and shreds my restraint. A once in a lifetime opportunity sits in my lap. Time to pounce.

I lay one hand over Kris' strong fingers and wrap the other around Jake's lithe waist. My eyes close in indulgence and a purr of pure pleasure escapes, vibrating into a caress through my delicately clawed hands.

My lashes raise to reveal a set of lust glazed eyes. Blue and green both track the flick of my tongue over suddenly dry lips.

I tilt my head back to stare at the mistletoe and whisper, "Wanna know what puss wants for Christmas?"

Andy Luke
www.twitter.com/andrewluke
Published Author

Title: Six Tours Tonia
Genre: Romance/Adventure

Tonia growled and shot her oldest, dearest friend a menacing look. Charlie whimpered off towards the settee and curled himself in a ball on the floor. Returning to her computer, her frown increased realising the template had gone. Once upon a time a sigh. This emotion, she could consider the importance of it another time. She focused on the information at hand, sequencing words from facts, logic, direction. Painful memories pushed aside for evoking empathy. Ordinarily she would use caution, never show temper. The MP could have used the money for the rape crisis centre instead of the bloody new shopping centre contract! Difficult, but she could do it. Then she figured, what the hell, and using her tools told him exactly how he could deal with it.

She pasted the email address from the database and hit send. A single tear ran down her cheek with how easy all this was. Charlie brushed against her leg and she paused. Cupped her hand around his head which she bent down to kiss.

"I'm sorry I snapped. Thanks for being here."

Love's work was not all fun and games. Being the superhero was a royal pain in the ass. It was six hours. Tonia called it a night and went into the heavy red blanket.

It was eight days later when she materialised in the mail room, disorientated. Hadn't expected to get that far. Wandering along the white walls of the corridor in the pretty dress, she was met in the sunlit foyer of a hotel by a suit and tied woman with her hair tied back. Gestured around to the reception desk, beside filing cabinets and pigeon holes. Tonia sat carefully on the chair. The computer screen held an updated financial spreadsheet. From over her shoulder, the secretary lent forward slowly and kissed her once, gently and gratefully on the cheek.

Roxanne Rhoads
http://www.fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com
Published Author

Title: Jack Frost Nibbling at My Lips
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance

I scurried out of the frigid December air and navigated directly to the blazing fire burning in lounge's fireplace.

I became mesmerized by the flames until a deep masculine voice shocked me out of my trance.

"You're standing under mistletoe."

I turned to find the coldest man on earth staring at me with his icy blue eyes. Jack Frost. I kid you not, that's his real name. Either his parents had a sense of humor or they knew what kind of man he would become. Cold, hard, with a face…and body, that could have been chiseled out of a block of ice. A large block of ice.

"Frost, what are you doing here?" I spit out icily.

He didn't answer; instead he swept me into an embrace that surprisingly wasn't cold at all. No it was hot. Extremely hot. Suddenly his lips, usually drawn into a hard line, were pressing against mine, and they were neither cold nor hard. They were exquisitely warm and sensual. He tasted of rum-spiked eggnog and irresistibly sexy male. A combination I couldn't resist.

I gave into the desire that quickly rolled through my body while my mind wondered why I was letting Jack Frost nibble at my lips.

He was my sworn enemy. A real estate developer trying to buy my family's land that had been ours for over a hundred years. The cold bastard had been playing dirty. Was this a ploy to catch me off guard?

I couldn't focus on those concerns. My body took over and all reasonable thought drifted away with the cold as the pleasure of his touch warmed me all the way from the tips of my toes to the tingling of my nipples and then down to the ready to boil over cauldron forming between my thighs.

How could I have ever thought this man was cold? His fire was consuming me. His arms wrapped around me and his hands explored my body as his tongue dipped inside me- dancing, teasing, hinting at other places he could put that tongue to good use. I could feel the hard length of him pressing into my belly making me aware he was as aroused as I.

Then suddenly the warmth was gone as he pulled away angrily, "Witch! What kind of spell have you cast on me?"

I was so shocked all I could do was stare at him.

Lainey Bancroft
http://www.elaineforlife.com
Published Author

Title: The Trouble With Tessa
Genre: Contemporary Romance

How would Tanner feel about her unexpected arrival? Did the arrangement they had include intruding on a family getaway? Erin wished he'd look up, at least make eye contact so she could gauge his reaction before they came face to face.

Tanner remained oblivious to Erin's presence but Tessa darted ahead and raced to her side. He finally caught sight of Erin then and paused, a carry on bag suspended mid swing in each hand. The light in his eyes was all the answer Erin needed. Her angst turned to anticipation as she rushed forward.

Tanner released both bags in time to catch her as she threw her arms around his neck.

"You got me!" he howled. "You sneaky things. I had no idea what you were up to."

"Really, T? Honest?" Tessa clapped her hands in glee.

"Cross my heart." He actually performed the childish gesture. "I almost wanted to stay home or treat myself to a self indulgent little side trip to Toronto when Erin said she couldn't make it. I can't believe you're really here."

Erin shivered as he stroked his hands up and down her arms and across her hair as though trying to convince himself she wasn't an apparition. He finally cupped her face in both hands and kissed her. Deep inside, something instantly shifted and ignited, but not hot longing in her belly, like his kisses usually caused, more a tender warmth in the region of her heart. She repressed another shiver, surprised at the hot sting of tears behind her lids. So much for keeping a sensible distance until she figured out exactly how involved Tanner wanted her to be in his little family.

"Oh honey, I can't believe how good it feels to hold you." He pulled her closer. "You win, Tess. I'll never come up with a surprise to beat this."

Acquanetta Ferguson
http://zestynachos.blogspot.com
Aspiring

Title: The Vampire's Kiss
Genre: Paranormal Romance

I wanted him as soon as I saw him. I knew he was deadly, it was written in his face, the way he stood, and the way he looked at me.

But I didn't care. I was at a Christmas party and was supposed to leave but I decided to stay, to get tall, dark and dangerous to take me home.

I had a drink in my hand, sipping something fruity, not quite sure what it was but not really caring. I was getting hot and bothered by his gaze, and this was not me, yet I could not help but fall into his gaze. Before I knew it I was standing in front of him, smelling his intoxicating scent that had me all but ready to jump on him and take him for a ride. I wonder if he minded?

"You, my dear have very naughty thoughts."

Oh my God! His voice. It was deep, the kind of voice that would make a girl drop her panties, just because. I wanted his voice in places a voice should not be. Damn it rolled over me and I had to close my eyes at the sensations he aroused in me.

Opening my eyes, I licked my lips, and his eyes instantly went there.

"My dear girl, are you sure you want to go there?"

I nodded, no longer capable of speech. All I wanted to do was get closer to this man who held me in thrall and I didn't even know why, but I really didn't care. Somehow my drink was gone from my hand. My arms were around his neck and my hands were playing with his hair. It was silky smooth, long and I shuddered as an image popped up of that hair wrapped around me as he made love to me.

He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me tight to him until I could feel that I was not the only one affected.

He bent his head until his lips were touching mine. His lips were cold, hard, yet the feel of them heated me up inside. He pushed more until my lips parted and he plunged his tongue in. I sucked on it, caressing it as our tongues dueled and he pulled me tighter. His mouth devoured mine and I, from that moment was lost.