A Snog for Sommer!

A Snog for Sommer!

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I don’t have the pleasure of knowing Sommer Marsden personally, but I’ve been a fangirl for a long long time. Sommer’s work has it all – scorching sex, compelling characters, great plots, and some of the best banter and dialogue you’ll ever read. So go out and buy her books. Buy all her books, in fact!

If you’ve found this post, chances are you already know about the rough time Sommer and her family are going through, with Sommer’s husband battling pancreatic cancer. The cancer is bad enough, but having to deal with HMOs and astronomical medical bills just make a tough situation so much worse.

The brilliant Victoria Blisse has organised a Snog for Sommer fundraising effort to help Sommer and her family out. Any donations would be most welcome! The donate link will be live until Saturday 20 September, after which all money raised will be sent to Sommer. I’ll definitely be donating, and I hope, Dear Reader, that you will too.

Erotica writers are an incredibly supportive community, and dozens have rallied around this cause. Over 50 writers are participating in the Snog for Sommer blog party. Each writer is posting a kissing excerpt from one of their stories/novels, and those who are able to are also offering prizes! So be sure to check them all out! You can find the list here: http://smutforgood.co.uk/a-snog-for-sommer/

And now, here’s the promised snog from me. It’s an extract from the first story I ever had published – “The Lonely Huntress” in D.L King’s Seductress: Erotic Tales of Immortal Desire (Cleis):

Althea sees the white flash of his teeth before he bites her neck. He presses her arms above her head, crosses them at the wrists, holds them there with the one strong hand while he grips her jaw with the other and tilts her head up and back. This is it, she thinks, this is it.

Lugh’s kiss is not gentle, but then she doesn’t want it to be. It is possessive, all-consuming. He bites her pouty lower lip, retreats, advances, strokes her tongue with his. She moans into his mouth, bites him back, and then he breaks the kiss. She looks at him, bereft, and he laughs softly.

Althea is still pinned against the stuccoed wall, and she realises, with a start, that she has lost control of this encounter, and oh how fast. She has no idea what he will do next. What is this? she wonders. Surrender?

As he kicks her legs apart, a quiet voice inside her answers Yes. All those years being the architect of someone else’s pleasure have led her here. For once she wants to feel as her prey does, helpless to resist in the face of a greater force. But Althea is not used to being the one who gives it up. Even as her body swells towards him, she fights Lugh’s iron grip.

“Let me,” he whispers, sensing her anxiety, but still not releasing her. “Let me, it will be good, I promise.”

Althea whimpers as his hand disappears under her dress. He does not bother removing her revealing scrap of underwear, merely pulls it to one side as he slides a finger into her, discovering her wet heat. He works her slickness up over that little pearl of hers, feels her spasm beneath his hand.

“So sweet, Althea, you are so fucking sweet.” He kisses her roughly, his brown hair falling forward, over her forehead. “I’m going to let go of your wrists, but you’re going to keep your arms up for me, aren’t you?”

Althea nods mutely.

With his other hand now freed, he drops to his knees, pulls her panties off, spreads her legs wider. His fingers draw circles on her clit, her cunt clamps around the second of his fingers to enter her. There is a look of triumph on Lugh’s handsome face.

As she undulates against him – she is so close – his green eyes seem to flare brightly. Weren’t they brown before? She can’t remember. She can’t bring herself to care. She is coming, and the pleasure is so intense it is almost too much, and suddenly Althea finds she does not mind surrender. No, she does not mind it at all.

I hope you enjoyed being snogged by me! For those of you who are musically inclined, you can find the soundtrack I wrote the story to here.

Once again, please visit http://smutforgood.co.uk/a-snog-for-sommer/ to donate, and to check out the other authors who have joined the party 🙂

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About mina murray

Mina Murray is an Antipodean, whisky aficionado and (part-time) smut-peddler. Her work is published in anthologies by Cleis Press, Tempted Romance and Mischief Books, including Seductress: Erotic Tales of Immortal Desire; Best Bondage Erotica 2013; Brief Encounters: Tales of Fast Love; Sudden Sex: 69 Sultry Short Stories; The Mammoth Book of Quick & Dirty Erotica; Baby Got Back; The Big Book of Orgasms; Dressed to Impress; and Lords, Ladies, Butlers and Maids. Look out for more sexy reads in 2015 in Three of Hearts, Conquests: An Anthology of Smoldering Viking Romance and Dirty Dates. Visit Mina at her blog | twitter | pinterest
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9 Responses to A Snog for Sommer!

  1. Eva P. says:

    Lovely excerpt! Thanks for being part of the Hop, I’m trying to make my way thru all the stops and reading some more amazing excerpts and adding a lot of books to my wishlist!

    Snogs for all!

  2. t'Sade says:

    Oh, yeah, that’s a yummy scene right there. Thank you!

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  4. Malin James says:

    That was gorgeous! And I loved the soundtrack. I wish I could write to music. It certainly worked beautifully for you based on this excerpt!

  5. victoriablisseuk says:

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

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