Nov 19, 2017

Sunday Smooch with Amy Andrews

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a smooch from Amy Andrews but first.......the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Linda Thurmond DeCristofaro who commented on Facebook which we are now cross posting to!

Can you please contact Kandy on kandy (at) kandyshepherd (dot) com to receive your copy of A Diamond In Her Stocking.

And now for today's Sunday Smooch fromPlaying With Forever

Country boy, Ryder Davis has the world at his feet. A stellar rugby career, a winning way with women and a beach view that keeps him in blue sky and bikini babes. He's living the dream. The last thing he needs is a Great Dane called Tiny destroying his feng shui.

Dog whisperer, Juliet Morgan is about to start living her dream and she's counting down the days. In two months she'll finally be moving to Italy and no man's going to stop her this time. Not even a rugby superstar with a badly behaved pooch.

But when Ryder skids into the animal shelter looking for help Juliet agrees to assist him with his canine issues. Pretty soon they're assisting each other out of their clothes and tumbling headlong into a sex thing with an expiry date.

Neither of them expected it to become more. But when for now starts to feel like forever Juliet hits the panic button. Ryder knows he has to play the long game and let her walk away. After all it's not over until the final hooter sounds and all's fair in love and rugby.
Blurb and Cover

Scene set-up
Juliet and Ryder are all but living together now with a Great Dane puppy called Tiny. But Juliet's not having a bar of it. Oh and they've just had a visitor during which Juliet was showing off her Italian language skills.

Amy says - there's some language in this excerpt so if that's likely to offend maybe skip the Smooch this Sunday :-)

Twenty minutes later, Juliet had showered and was in the bedroom hunting through her handbag for her travel toothbrush. She’d tossed it in there a few days ago when it had become clear she’d be spending a lot of time in Ryder’s gorgeous apartment. The fact that it popped inside itself, forming a compact unit, made it very convenient and portable.

She glanced up to find Ryder lounging in the doorway looking at her. He’d just come in from taking Tiny out for his last toilet stop. The dog was sitting obediently at Ryder’s side but his ass was hovering, waiting for the command to be allowed into the bedroom.

Ryder’s gaze travelled up her body, in no hurry to get to any destination. Her skin prickled in its wake, her nipples beading beneath the towel she had wrapped around her body.

“You speaking Italian is sexy as fuck.”
Juliet’s abdominal muscles quivered at his statement, his words smooth as melted chocolate. How could she want him again so soon? Sure, the man looked good enough to eat in his cargoes and T-shirt, but it had been less than half an hour since the last time. She could still feel him inside her.
His hot gaze was like a brand on her skin.
“Trying to Jedi mind trick the towel into falling off me won’t work. You’re a rugby player, not Luke Skywalker.”
He grinned. “I have a light sabre in my pants that says different.”
Oh he did. And he wielded that weapon of mass distraction well.
He let go of Tiny’s lead and made a kind of permissive noise which saw the dog shimmying into the bedroom and greeting her excitedly.
She laughed as Tiny nosed at the towel affectionately, loosening the tie between her breasts a little. She grabbed it before the whole thing unravelled. “Trying to get the dog to do it won’t work either.”
Juliet rolled her eyes as Ryder faked surprise. She turned her attention to Tiny, smooshing his jowls together. “Don’t let the bad man corrupt you.” The she grabbed her toothbrush and said, “On your bed.”
Tiny obeyed immediately, lumbering over to his bed, which had been placed at the end of Ryder’s mattress.
“Shame on you,” she tisked as she sashayed past Ryder. He made a grab for her, but she laughed and scooted out of reach.
He followed her into the bathroom, lounging in the doorway again, watching her brush her teeth. His gaze lingered on her neck, where strands of hair had escaped the loose up-do, before moving south, roving all over her body.
By the time she’d finished her teeth and retracted her toothbrush, her legs were like jelly. Who needed a Jedi when the man eye-fucked like Han Solo?
 “You should bring some of your stuff over here. I can make some room in my cupboard.”
She turned to face him, her pulse fluttering, the toothbrush clasped in her hand, strangely hesitant at his suggestion. “Why?”
He pushed off the doorframe and prowled toward her, whipping his shirt off and tossing it on the ground. “Because you spend half of your time here. It’ll save you going home for a change of clothes before work in the morning.”
She almost sighed out loud at the beauty of his chest but forcibly concentrated her brain on what he was saying, not what he wasn’t wearing. “I don’t have a problem with that.” She was awake early enough with his training schedule anyway.
 “At least leave some toiletries here.” He nodded at the slim case of the travel toothbrush. “Save you having to carry a bloody toothbrush around with you. I’ve got plenty of my stuff at yours.”
That was true. Even after a week, it seemed like half of his clothes and a bunch of other crap, from dog toys to sports mags to tubes of deep heat to beach towels, now resided at her place. Worse than that, it seemed to increase exponentially with each day. Like all his boy shit was breeding.
Clothes appeared and never left. She was starting to wonder if he was leaving her place naked in the morning.
“Yes, but…”
How could she explain it? Her toothbrush was her line in the sand. Otherwise it was a slippery slope, wasn’t it? It starts with a toothbrush, then a drawer is cleared then hanging space is made. Next all her crap would be here and plans for Italy put on the back burner.
She didn’t have an issue with his stuff at hers. That was just Ryder’s personality and men were, in her experience, generally sloppy creatures. But her stuff at his—that was a much bigger, symbolic gesture.
One she wasn’t prepared to make.
“This is supposed to be just sex. No getting attached. No commitments.” 
He reached out and relieved her of the slimline case she was holding in front of her like a shield. “A toothbrush is a commitment?”
Their gazes locked. His was amused but she was deadly serious. She felt unaccountably tense all of a sudden. This was a deal breaker for her. “Yes.”
For a moment, she thought he was going to press her on it, but then he held up his hands in surrender and said, “Okay,” placing the toothbrush on the vanity next to her hip and stepping back.
His hands slipped to his waistband where he undid his fly and stripped out of his cargoes and Calvin’s in one easy movement, kicking them to the side. His erection jutted out stiff and proud.
Bloody hell. Toothbrush? What toothbrush?
It was hard not to stare and Juliet’s breath hitched as her gaze snagged on the magnificence of it. Thick and long and veined to perfection. She wondered if there would come a time when her mouth wouldn’t go dry at the sight of it. Not in the time they had, surely?
Probably not even in a lifetime.
She dragged her eyes up and quirked an eyebrow. “That thing is always on, isn’t it?”
He just smiled and shrugged nonchalantly. Then, before she could blink, he reached out and tugged on her towel and it was lying in a puddle at her feet.
She gaped at him. “How’d you do that?”
“What can I say?” His gaze roved over her, eye-fucking her some more. “The force is strong with this one.” He grinned, taking her hand and tugging her closer, placing it on his shaft. “Have a shower with me. I’ll let you wash my Lightsabre.”
Juliet’s pulse skipped a beat as she glanced between their bodies to watch her hand wrapped around his girth. “It is very, very filthy.”  
Her hands slid to his balls and he sucked in a breath. They felt heavy as she rolled them between her fingers. Considering how many times they’d been emptied in the last week, she’d have thought they’d be light as air.  
She let him lead her into the shower, the tension from the toothbrush conversation rapidly dissipating as warm water enveloped them. Her hair was getting wet and the tiles at her back were cold but they barely registered as his wet lips descended on hers, his hot tongue sweeping inside her mouth.
When he pulled away long, drugging moments later, she was breathless, her eyelids heavy, her legs weak enough to be grateful for the wall at her back. She loved his mouth and the masterful way he used it to create a hundred different kinds of havoc in her body.
She wanted him again. Needed him.

For a chance to win a digital copy of Playing With Forever (must have an Amazon account) tell me are you a Star Wars/Star Trek fan?

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch will be posted!

 Smooch Graphic by WebWeaver

Nov 17, 2017

Classic not Plastic.......

By Helen Lacey

Some of you may know that my hubby is a motoring enthusiastic. Or Rev Head. Or Hoon. When we first met I figured I needed to embrace the whole idea or be a Holden Widow. So, I learned to love. It was a long road...but eventually I got accustomed to things like engines revving in the garage, spanners clanging, wheels spinning, and the fact that the whole enterprise is something of a money pit.

And here she is....the mistress who lives in the garage....

So, in September, for five days, I put on my best Hoon Hat and we headed from sunny Queensland and drove south to Maitland (A long trip with no air conditioning) in a cavalcade with nearly twenty other like-minded Hoons for the bi-annual event called Toronafest. This is an event all about the  Torana...all makes and models, whether hidden or driven, and motoring enthusiasts from all over the country flocked to Maitland to celebrate their love for this Aussie icon.

I had my laptop and a writing deadline, so I figured I would hole up in the motel for a few days and let hubby do his thing with his peeps and I'd ignore the fact I was way out of my comfort zone. But as it turned out, the whole experience was nothing like I expected.

It was fun...

We met up with some friends and made new ones along the way. I empathized with other long suffering wives or partners, reminisced about my car back home with air-con, and looked forward to getting to our destination. Maitland is a nice town and the people came out in droves to see the parade of vehicles. Economically, the event is an important one for the town and thousands of people swarmed to see the 400 plus Toranas that were on show. On the Saturday there was a convoy through town and to the drive-in. On the Saturday night a gala dinner with several motoring celebrities (Although the only person I recognized was Bev Brock)  And on Sunday the main event - the showcasing of all the cars that had arrived - all polished and preened and presenting a colorful display on the field.

And the best thing - the event raised close to forty thousand dollars for charity.

And the trip home was a great way to relax. So, Toranafest 2019 is already booked into the dairy.

Happy travels! However that might look.

Nov 15, 2017

Photos...So Many Photos!

by Bronwyn Jameson

After two overseas trips this year and a slew of exciting events -- including the arrival of our first grandchild!!! -- I am drowning in photos.  Digital photos, iPhone photos, TinyBeans photos, emailed photos, SMSed photos.
Arabella (one of MANY photos!)

I like to think that I'm an organised person.  My To-Do schedule reminds me on a regular basis that I need to "Organise Photos."  That item keeps being rescheduled because (a) it's not urgent (b) it's not work-related (c) it's never as important as other tasks.

I used to do this regularly, prompted by my Mum who didn't do digital.  I needed to go through the photos to choose which to print for her, which meant I often printed for myself as well.  And I at least edited the collection, organised them into folders, and even labelled some...a great help with trips and my failing memory.

Now I've let this slide too long.  I need to get myself, and my photo collections, organised.  Help is needed to get me started.

How do you manage your digital photos?  Do you have any tips for organising, sorting and storing them?  Do you still print copies and use albums?  Do you make photo books? 

Nov 13, 2017

Hobbies or Hell?

I have a piano exam in two weeks. Grade Six, so it’s not an easy one and I get so nervous in exams that I shake. I’m supposed to do an hour’s practice a day, two would be better but who has that sort of time to dedicate to a hobby?

I learned piano as a child and was pretty good back then. When my Mum gave me her grand piano a few years ago I felt I really should go back to learn again. That muscle memory is there from all those hours of practice as a kid but wow, it is so much harder now.

Yesterday I had some friends around and we all played for each other. It was fun but I was quite nervous. Showed me I still have lots to do in the next two weeks.

However, I’m getting there and will pass the exam, but the question is, am I really enjoying it or
playing because 1) I know it is good for my brain to learn new things 2) feel obligated to play such a beautiful instrument, 3) if I don't use it (piano playing), I’ll lose it or 4) I actually enjoy it. And to be honest, I don’t really know the answer. But as I will be going on to Grade Seven next year, which is really, really hard, I think I need to work out the answer and fast.

Do you have a hobby? Do you do it because you love it or do it because you think you should? 

Nov 12, 2017

Sunday Smooch by Kandy Shepherd

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a retro smooch from Kandy Shepherd  but first 

... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is  Veronica Joy!     

Can you please contact  Michelle(at)Michelle-Douglas(dot)com  to receive your prize

And now for today's Sunday Smooch from A Diamond in Her Stocking

Everyone loves a Christmas wedding!

Chef and single mom Lizzie Dumont is moving on. Returning to Dolphin Bay to make her new restaurant a success, she has no time at all for jaw-droppingly handsome Jesse Morgan—even if she can’t forget that incredible kiss they once shared!

Jesse can’t forget their kiss, either. But the betrayal in Lizzie’s past has made her wary of him, and he hates the fact that she can’t see past his reputation as a heartbreaker. Now he’s on a mission to change her mind—and luckily it’s the most romantic season of the year” Christmas!

(A Diamond in Her Stocking was first published by Harlequin and Mills & Boon  in December 2014. It was again published in January 2017 as one of the three linked Dolphin Bay stories in Heart of the Bay, published by Mira. This month its published in Germany as Weihnachtshochzeit Am Weißen Strand which seems to translate as Christmas Wedding on the White Beach!)

Divorced single mother Lizzie Dumont’s high-flying career as a chef has crash-landed, taking her from Paris to the small coastal town of Dolphin Bay on the New South Wales south coast. Her newly wed sister Sandy has offered Lizzie the chance to run a new café—and make a new life for herself and her daughter. Lizzie is up for the challenge, there’s only one problem—the unexpected presence of Sandy’s brother-in-law Jesse Morgan. Six months before, at Sandy’s wedding, Lizzie shared a passionate kiss with Jesse, a kiss that ended in humiliating disaster. Jesse has a reputation for being a player and a heartbreaker, not at all the kind of man Lizzie needs in her life. It’s difficult to avoid Jesse but impossible to deny the strong attraction she has for him. Jesse wants to prove to Lizzie that he has been unfairly labelled. In the lead up to the smooch, he finds Lizzie sunbaking in her bikini on his favourite beach. They have an awkward conversation with him in his wetsuit and her wrapped in a towel—until they can deny their attraction no longer.

Jesse still held her hand and when she made no effort to free it he tightened his grip—now he had her so close he couldn’t bear to let her go. He noticed a few grains of sand sprinkled on her cheek, maybe from where she’d pushed her hair away from her face. Reluctant to let go of her hand, he used his other hand to gently wipe off the tiny grains from where they adhered to her smooth skin.
She closed her eyes with a flutter of long fair lashes and he could feel her tremble beneath his touch as his fingers then traced down her cheek towards her mouth. He traced the outline of her soft, lovely mouth and now it was he who trembled with awareness and a stunned disbelief she wasn’t pushing him away.
Her lips parted just enough for her to breathe out a slow sigh and open her eyes. Jesse saw in them both wariness and desire. ‘Jesse, I…’ Whatever she might have been about to say faltered to nothing. She swayed towards him.
He dropped his hand and used it to take her other hand and pull her closer to him, so close he could feel the heat from her sun-warmed body. He pressed his mouth to hers in a soft questioning kiss—she gave him the answer he wanted with the pressure of her lips back on his. As he deepened the kiss he felt the same fierce surge of possessive hunger he’d felt the first time he’d kissed her. Had kissed her then been parted from her.
Six months between kisses and she tasted the same. Felt the same. And he wanted her just as much—more. She kissed him back with a fierce intensity that sent a surge of excitement pulsing through him. He dropped his hands so he could lock his arms around her. With a little murmur she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him close. The towel slid to the sand between them. ‘Leave it,’ he growled against her mouth then slanted and deepened the angle of his kiss.
He’d wanted her from the time she’d first swept him up with her warmth and laughter, set him the challenge of that cool exterior and the promise of passion beneath. He slid his hands up her slender waist, skimmed her small, firm breasts as her heart thudded under his hand and she gasped under his mouth.

There were master chefs, master sommeliers, master chocolatiers—but Jesse was truly a master kisser, Lizzie mused, her thoughts barely coherent through a fizz of excitement. Delicious shivers of pleasure tingled across her skin as Jesse worked seductive magic with his lips and tongue. The scrape of the stubble on his chin was an exciting contrast to the tenderness of his hands on her bare skin.
She kissed him back, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being with Jesse again. Desire bloomed in the tightening of her nipples, the ache to be closer, and she tightened her arms around his neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his skin. Wanting him. Craving more than kisses. She had never been kissed the way Jesse kissed. Jesse the master kisser would be Jesse the master lover and she shivered in sensual anticipation of the discovery.
What was she thinking? She stilled in his embrace.
She could not let herself want Jesse this way.
Lizzie broke the kiss and drew away, pushing against his chest, her breath ragged. ‘Jesse, I can’t do this. I won’t do this.’ Her voice came out wobblier than she would have liked. But Jesse got the message.
He choked out just the one word. ‘Why?’

For a chance to win a signed paperback copy of A Diamond in Her Stocking, leave a comment below in answer to this question: The title of the book implies Lizzie will be getting a diamond engagement ring in her Christmas stocking - What would you most like to find under the Christmas tree this year?

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Amy Andrews will be posted!

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