Hi,
Today I’m excited to be joining the Smut for Good Snog for Sommer blog hop – does that sound like a tongue twister to you? Trying saying five times fast… Now, once you’ve untangled your tongue, let me explain. The wonderful crew over at SmutUK have put together a fundraising bloghop to support fellow erotica writer Sommer Marsden. Sommer’s currently facing all of our worst nightmares, having to confront cancer within her family – and right now, they need all the support we can give them.
So what I’d like you to do is one, two three or four of the following:
- Read the kissing excerpt below taken from my story “Summer in December”, which appeared in the Summer Loving anthology.
- Click through to the Smut for Good page and leave a donation, however small, to help Sommer Marsden and her family.
- Leave a comment below for your chance to win a real book – ie one that’s made of paper, not electrical current! (I’ll give the winner a list to choose from – but it will one the anthologies I have a story in.)
- Buy a copy of Summer Loving if you haven’t already done so!
I know, it’s a lot to ask of you – but take your pick. And please also send some positive vibes Sommer’s way, if you believe in that sort of thing!
Tamsin
xxx
PS I forgot to put a closing time for the competition when this post went live – so I’ll keep it open until Wednesday, September 17th, midday BST! Keep those entries coming!
Excerpt: Summer in December
Andi works as a chef at a research station in the Antarctic. To get her boss’s attention, she decides to go skinny dipping in the freezing cold sea. Maybe not such a good idea…
My skin is burning. My fingers and toes are pain like nothing on this earth. My teeth chatter like a pneumatic drill’s going off in my skull. Someone’s rubbing warm hands up and down one of my calves, massaging my foot. Someone’s talking to me.
“Can you hear me now? Andi, can you hear me?”
I think I nod but I can’t really feel my body.
“What the fuck were you thinking? You nearly killed yourself.”
I’ve never heard Al this angry, even when I ruined a whole day’s work by putting the oven on extra high instead of low.
“I’m okay,” I say but all I hear is chattering teeth and spluttering noises.
I’m wrapped in fleecy blanket and I look around. We’re in a bedroom and it isn’t mine. It must be Al’s. Underneath the blanket, I realize I’m naked. I see my underwear in a pool of water on the floor.
My whole body’s trembling and shaking. Any deliberate movement is completely beyond my control.
“Jesus, I’ve gotta get you warmed up fast,” says Al.
I’m naked on his bed. I have ideas about getting warm. At least my brain does; I’m not sure my body is quite there.
“Sh-sh-sh-shared b-b-body heat,” I manage through my teeth.
It’s true – it works. It’s what they tell you to do in the safety manuals. It was simply a sensible suggestion that could save my life. It had nothing to do with the thought of Al having to get naked too and press his hot body against the length of my cold one.
His look says that he knows exactly what I’m playing at.
Silently, he strips off his clothes and joins me on the bed, pulling the fleecy blanket around us and the rest of the bed covers up as far as our shoulders. He smells good in the confined space. Yes, a little sweaty. After all, he did have to pick me up and carry me up the shore and into the station, him fully dressed in a 750 fill power down jacket. But spicy and masculine in a way that makes me want suck the air around him and drink it up.
I press myself against him and this, I think, is when I finally breach his defenses. He lets out a long, low moan and wraps his arms tight around me. His body feels red hot in comparison to mine and, hell, I want to stay just pressed against him like this forever.
“You didn’t need to do that to get my attention. You had it from the get go.”
I put both my trembling hands up to his cheeks and look deep into his chestnut eyes. I have to wonder if I’m delirious from the cold shock. But he’s smiling at me and there’s a hunger in his expression. A hunger for me.
“Your mouth looks cold,” he whispers.
His lips on mine feel like a hot brand and his tongue touches mine like warm velvet.
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