And the Best Kiss Award goes to…

Well, I don’t know about all of you, but I had tons of fun with this contest. Each and every single one of the participating authors gave us some hot lip locking and my list of TBRs got a lot bigger.

But, since it was a contest, there must be a winner. And according to the votes of the readers…can I have a drum roll please…The winner is…

Cherise Sinclair’s Club Shadowlands!

Honorable mentions to the runners up:

KD Grace with The Initiation Of Ms Holly

and

Cat and Mouse by Justine Elyot

And a great big thank you to all the authors that shared their kisses!

Now for the readers who supported your favourites, there’s a few prizes for you.

For a print copy of either Rosemary Entwined or Deadly Captive:

Gabrielle

The winner of Cari Silverwoods brand new ebook, Three Days of Dominance is:

Rho

I’ll post the names of the rest of the winners shortly!

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The Kiss-Christine Ashworth DEMON SOUL

Gabriel knew her frustration as he knew his own. His original plan dissolved as he vaulted up to catch himself on the railing of the balcony. Joy and need both pulsed through him as he caught her scent.

Rose gasped and whirled about, pressed her hands to her mouth. Finally registering Gabriel, she wrapped her arms around the robe she wore, her eyes flashing in the dim light.

“Took you long enough. I’m going crazy here. Aren’t you?”

“I stayed away longer than I’d meant.” Gabriel grimaced as her shoulders tensed up. Sighing, he dropped from the railing to the balcony and held out a hand to her. “I’m not used to needing anyone. Not for years.”

She twined her fingers with his. “I’m beginning to understand that.” Her words were quiet in the pre-dawn. “You meant to push me away. But it doesn’t matter.” She turned her face up to his, her blue eyes like lasers, pinning him to the spot. “Apparently this need thing works both ways. Your soul has been aching for you. It’s kept me awake and edgy. I’ve needed you. I’ve been calling you for hours.”

“I’m here now.”

Rose moved toward him and put one small hand on his broad chest.

He felt that touch clear to his missing soul. Almost holding his breath, his gaze met hers. Flinched from what he saw in her eyes, even as it warmed him.

“Gabriel, I can’t do anything else than protect you. I feel this is the reason I’m here, and everything that went before brought me to this place, this time. Everything else brought me to you. Whether or not we have a future together? I don’t know. But I don’t want to rule it out, either, just because you’re scared.”

“I don’t want this.” He searched, but words were beyond him. A helpless little sound escaped from his lips. “Rose.”

She smiled a little, her eyes finally warming. “It’s okay. I’m scared, too. You do what you need to do. Whatever happens with Satine, I’ll be here waiting for you. We’ll figure out what comes next together, okay?”

His arms came around her then, lifting her off her feet to bring their faces to the same level. Gabriel searched her eyes. They were clear, holding no secrets. Her heart shone freely, and it took his breath away.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, took his face into her hands as he adjusted his hold. “Kiss me,” she whispered. “While we have this time together.”

He obeyed. Her lips were like satin beneath his, warm and alive and opening to him. His senses spun and his grip on her tightened. His control wavered.

Gabriel broke their kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath. Drawing in her scent, the delicious fragrance made him yearn. Every part of him grew hard as stone.

This sprite, with her flaming red hair and Soul Chalice abilities had captured his heart like no other. Enticed him like no other. Her hands urged him to take her mouth again, and he forgot the reasons to deny her.

Her body grew warm against him. Her scent rose up to wreathe his brain, turning his thoughts muddy. He needed.

Urgency thrummed through him. Gabriel turned, pressed her back against the wall and, as his mouth ravaged hers, slid his hand down the front of her robe. Her skin was heated silk against the roughness of his fingers, her body wonderfully responsive.

Rose’s hands spread across his chest, those strong, capable hands hot against his cool skin, sparking fires of need wherever they landed. Gods.

“Rose?” The door beside them opened. “Oops. Sorry.” It shut. Maggie went away.

Gabriel stilled, one of his hands curved on her bottom, the other on her breast, his mouth a whisper from hers. His eyes opened and he looked into the smiling blue eyes of the woman who had captured him.

“Now there’s timing for you,” she said, her voice husky with need and laughter.

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The Kiss-Lucy Felthouse JUST COULDN’T WAIT

Taking another sip of fizz, she put the bottle back on the desk and stepped towards Sam. She pushed him towards the desk until the edge hit his legs. He sat down, putting him at a much more manageable height. Then she kissed him. He tasted of champagne and smelled of a subtle but masculine scent. He slipped his arms beneath hers, grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. His strength had put her a little off-balance and her instinct was to grab his biceps to steady herself. It didn’t work. Carla’s fingers had encountered solid muscle – and plenty of it, which resulted in her feeling all the more giddy. Was there no end to this guy’s perfection?

Still grasping one of his arms and squeezing – subtly, she hoped – she moved her other hand to his hair. Carla had always had a thing for guys with long hair. Too often though, guys either had awful pony tails or greasy locks – hardly a turn-on. Not so with Sam. His hair was clean and soft, ideal for tangling fingers into. So that’s what she did, using her grip as leverage to deepen their kiss. He responded by looping his hands together behind her back, completely enveloping her in his arms. Just as well, really, as the mixture of champagne and lust was turning Carla into a weak-kneed mess.

Realising neither of them was really in control of the situation any more, Carla decided to relax and just go with the flow. Their tongues explored one another’s mouths and their hands were wandering. Carla slipped her hand from Sam’s hair downwards. She briefly fiddled with his bow tie, grinning to herself as she remembered what he was wearing, then trailed her hand down his chest and torso. She encountered more muscle. He was definitely hiding a nice firm body beneath that outfit. And that wasn’t all, she noticed, as her hand pressed against the bump between his legs. His cock was rock hard and red hot through the thin material of his trousers. She got the impression that it was perfectly in proportion to the rest of him, too. She certainly hoped so.

Cupping her hand, Carla squeezed his erection, soliciting an animalistic moan from her soon-to-be-lover. He pulled away from their kiss and gently pushed her back, shuffling off the desk as he did so. Grabbing her hips again, he turned them both around so Carla’s back was to the desk, and lifted her effortlessly onto it. Then he kissed her again, taking his turn to tangle his fingers in her long brunette hair.

Sam began to pepper her throat and décolletage with kisses, sliding the shoulder straps of her dress down to bare her shoulders. As her arousal grew, Carla considered the fact that if she didn’t do something about it, her pussy juices were going to soak straight through her knickers and leave an embarrassing wet patch on her dress. She reached down and grabbed the hem with one hand, propping her weight on the other in order to lift herself and pull the dress up. Sam stopped what he was doing, then followed her lead, sliding his hands up her thighs, catching the bottom of the dress and stroking the sides of her body as he removed it.

Momentarily stunned by the sight before him, Sam simply stared. Carla was wearing navy blue panties to match her dress, and no bra. The colour of the scant underwear accentuated the paleness of her skin, and made her rosy pink nipples stand out all the more.

Carla’s pussy seeped yet more juices as she saw the way he was looking at her. His eyes were hooded, his lips swollen and pink from their assault on hers. He looked like a starving man at a banquet.

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The Kiss-Cari Silverwood THREE DAYS OF DOMINANCE

With water sluicing off him, Heketoro walked calmly from the lake, his black-clad chest barely moving. He breathed as if the swim had been nothing, yet he’d been under for two minutes. The neighbor’s Dalmatian, Jugsy, shook himself next to her, sending out a spray. She dodged as best as she could.

     “Pah!” She was wet from head to toe and might as well have done laps.

     Her jeans had sagged down, and the top of her panties peeked out. The red shirt, the bottom of it soaked, clung to her like plastic wrap. A breeze made her nipples stand out like big buttons, saying press me. Disaster. She tried to be nonchalant when she wrapped her arms across her chest, as if she wasn’t concealing her nipples. Not that it worked for long. Heketoro handed the lead to her, and she had to take it.

     “This is the first day,” he murmured. His fingers moved over hers, and across the back of her hand, to trace a light but electric path up her forearm.

     She shook her head, dumbstruck by both his words and his touch.

     A shiver ran through her. She noticed every runnel of water across the muscle-hugging neoprene, felt the stir of his breath and the goose bumps rising on her skin.

     “The agreement stands.” Slowly, as if she were an animal he was afraid might startle, he reached out and put his hands on her waist, his fingertips almost meeting in the small of her back. He pulled her to him.

     Knee to the groin, she told herself, blood thumping hard through her arteries. Or a chin strike and a heel slide down the leg to crunch onto the foot. And yet…and yet she did nothing.

     “One kiss,” he murmured. And, oh, those green eyes, lids halfway down. His lips covered hers, lake water mixing with the taste of his mouth. She swayed and closed her eyes. The brush and press of warm lips melted whatever resistance she might have summoned, and she felt warmth between her thighs. Beneath her hands was the moist slickness of his wetsuit, and beneath that the shift and glide of muscle. She clutched at him, lost, drowning in sensation.

     Whatever time passed, she couldn’t say, as she answered his kiss with the instinctive movements of her body, pressing against him, groin to groin. She sighed as his mouth left hers to journey with a trail of kisses down to the hollow of her neck and farther, to where her breasts swelled above fabric. He glided his broad hand across the thin T-shirt, from her waist down her back, fingers curving into her bottom and drawing her closer. Then he stopped. She hung there in his arms, with her head back and lips parted, inviting more of his caresses. Through the languor, she was aware of his gaze, though her eyes remained closed.

     He leaned in, warmth stirring the lock of hair at her ear as he murmured, “I see our agreement is to your liking. Later then, we will continue this.”

     He released her, and she staggered a little, then recovered.

     Every part of her ached with longing, her vulva wet, swollen, and so sensitive, the pressure of her jeans between her legs sent out a ripple of pleasure.

     She should tell him no. She should. And she shivered and lifted her head only to find him gone. Water gurgled as it washed together where an arrow of disturbance mapped where he’d gone. Underwater, again. People walked past, silent, as if shocked at what they’d seen only moments before.

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The Kiss-Amber Kell Mate Hunt

When the man looked up and Jory saw his brilliant green eyes, he almost broke and ran from a belated onset of nerves, but the same compulsion pulling him towards the stranger wouldn’t let him leave. His reticence vanished under the waves of desire washing through his body. His lips tingled with the need to kiss the other man. Not naturally so forward, Jory frowned at his overwhelming fascination with the other man. Shaking his head, he ignored the little voice inside questioning his interest. He had one goal, and nothing would stop him from achieving it.

“Good afternoon.” The man’s voice, rich and deep, settled into Jory’s balls.

“Forgive me but I have to taste you,” Jory said right before he leaned down and took the man’s mouth with his own.

Divine.

The stranger’s flavor exploded over Jory’s tongue, sweet with a touch of masculine salt, hinting at sweaty pleasures. More, he wanted so much more.

Rough whiskers scraped his face as the kiss continued. Two large hands grabbed Jory’s ass, urging him closer until he sat on the man’s lap. When they finally ended the kiss, Jory was straddling the stranger’s hips and panting as if he’d finished a hard sword practice.

The erection pressed against his own let him know he wasn’t alone in his desire.

For a long moment, they stared at each other, breaths coming in gasps as they tried to regain their composure. Jory began to rise, but large hands grabbed him and pulled him back down.

“Don’t go.” The words were rough with need, the emerald gaze certain.

Jory leaned in for another kiss. His heart pounded hard against his chest when they finally broke apart. “I’m not leaving. I’m getting off your lap before I come in my pants like a teenage boy.”

Nipping at the thick, muscular neck earned him a satisfying growl. The sound vibrated beneath his lips, making them tingle along with every other part of his body. Jory forced his mouth away from the man’s tempting skin. “Name?” he panted. Full sentences were beyond him as his brainpower had traveled south for his erection.

“Val. What’s yours?”

“Jory,” he squeaked out as Val took a responding nip at his throat. Need pulsed through his body like a jolt of electricity. “Stop!”

“No,” Val growled.

“I’m going to cream my pants. You have to stop.”

Jory admired the smile on the other’s man’s face before reluctantly sliding off Val’s lap and settling across from the gorgeous creature, onto his own chair.

An adorable pout crossed the big man’s face.

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