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Monday, September 15, 2014

A Snog For Sommer


Getting a little of a late start, but once I read about the Snog for Sommer, I just had to join in. Sommer is an amazing author that I’ve had the privilege to work with for many years now. I’ve enjoyed not only working with her, but becoming a fan of her work as well. In a wonderful twist of fate, we’ve found over the years that we have a lot in common, and although we’ve never met in person, I consider her a very special friend. Life has thrown a lot, a whole hell of a lot, at this wonderful person and her family as of late in a horrible fight with cancer, a monster like no other.  So, like many who know her, I’ve struggled with finding some way to help. This Snog for Sommer is an amazing opportunity created by some great authors. Check out the main site, http://smutforgood.co.uk/a-snog-for-sommer/, and donate is you can, and/or check out all of the wonderful snogs listed in the links at the bottom of the page.


My snog comes from my trilogy, At War in the Willows. I’m going to share a kiss between each main couple from each book.  
http://www.kikihowell.com/2012/01/at-war-in-willows-series.html

 From The Vampire’s Witch, Book 1:

“You feel something then?” Her voice rose, and she bit her lip, looked away.

“Yes. I feel something. It doesn’t change the facts.”

“I think it does.” She glanced at him.

A few seconds later, she practically dove at him. His body braced as hers fell against his. Caught off guard she knocked him flat on his back and her body fell over his. Her hands grabbed his face hard and her mouth crushed down over his lips. Her tongue entered his mouth before he could process it all. But his body, his instincts, reacted. His fangs revealed themselves right into her lip.

Winter pulled back with a small gasp. Her hand went to her mouth. Magic swirled around him, the power that just resided inside of her increased, glowed around them both so much that he resisted tasting her. Stunned could be the only explanation of why he didn’t put his tongue on his fang to get a hint of her blood’s flavor.


From The Vampire’s Wolf, Book 2:

Into his arms she fell, knocked them both off balance until they landed on the bed with the grace of lovers long kept apart. That’s to say, no beauty or finesse at all; just two bodies which came together, joined as close as they possibly could from head to toe, connected by what felt like the beat of only one heart. Even though the fall was enough to take one’s breath away, Amberlyn felt like she’d really taken her first real breath in a long time when Kane’s mouth took hers. His lips claimed hers, pressed down hard, consumed her own. He nipped at one spot, kissed another, and parted her lips with his tongue. She relented, gave herself to him, more than willing, ready and able. As they rediscovered all a simple kiss could be, their limbs tangled together, warred for closeness that would never be enough, could never be enough unless joined as one.

Sometimes, not even then.

No matter what people were, no matter what the social laws, regardless of the social conventions, beyond the uninformed beliefs, the rulers of their clans could not police or keep apart two hearts such as theirs – so hopelessly in love. Her Vampire heart wanted a Werewolf and she had to live with the consequences of her actions. They’d held back, not seen each other since her maker, Drake, had been killed when her relationship with Kane went public. Still, no amount of time apart, blood shed, threat of war or all-consuming guilt was going to change the way she felt about Kane.


From The Vampire’s Human, Book 3:

His whole body clenched up, every muscle tensed as if he was about to feed. Yet he denied the need, pushed it away as he let his mouth crush down upon hers. When she opened her lips for him, her tongue ignited his. He pulled her body against his. Her soft curves fit right against his rough angles, made them one unit it seemed, so natural, so right, so hazardously combustible. Gripping her ass, he slid her up until his bound erection nestled against her mound. Her legs came up, wrapped around his hips in a torturous squeeze. Warmth and wetness seeped into the denim barrier between them. His tongue warred with hers; she bit his lip then soothed it with a tiny lick. That moment could have lasted seconds or hours, he couldn’t be sure. After that, she pulled back with a mischievous grin on her face, one that lit up her emerald eyes. Her legs, which she slid down over his thighs, posed a greater torment. Hell came to earth when she stepped back away from him – well, hobbled, but still it was sexy.

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5 comments:

  1. These are new to me books, but they sound interesting.

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  2. Thanks for joining in with a Snog for Sommer, it’s much appreciated.

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  3. Love all your books, Ms. Howell! And for such a great cause too. You're awesome!

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  4. Loving these excerpts. I miss ogling half naked men the most ;)

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  5. Mine is I would miss my time with my girls.

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