Butterfly Party Snogappaloosa!

Hello! This Sunday Snog a la Blisse Kiss happens to be on the day I'm starting my fortnight of partying to celebrate the first birthday of my erotic novel A Clockwork Butterfly. Everyday I'll be welcoming a sexy romance author along to share news and party tips!

So do join me and my friends - check out the links on the right for giveaways and special offers. Thank you x x x

Remember to click on through to the Blisse site of joy for more Sunday Snogging magic ;)

Here is my snog from my birthday book...

A look of shock and bewilderment overtook his face as he flopped on the sofa looking down to Lena.
“I was totally gone there,” he said, looking pained. “I could have come inside you. I wanted to, Lena. I don’t know if I could stop myself again.”
“We have to be careful, Angelo. You know what will happen if you do.”
“Yes, I know.”
Lena held the vial up with an outstretched arm. “I can’t move, you’ll have to take care of this.”
“Oh.” He smiled and reached for the beaker, taking it gently and placing it in the portal. “It’s a good thing we’ve got that extra twenty minutes. That will take a while to remove.” He knelt down beside her and carefully started to unwrap the velvet strapping.
Her flesh was streaked red and white where the fabric had sliced into her. He kneaded his thumbs into the ridges, smoothing them out and forcing feeling back into them. Lena breathed in hard as blood rushed in to the hollow welts. The last binding fell to the floor and Angelo massaged her ankles and calves, bringing on a strange pins-and-needles sensation that crept up her legs and washed over her. Lena sighed and lay back as he lifted her leg to his mouth, sucking and nibbling with his teeth and tongue. Lena thought she would melt through the carpet with the delight of it.
“I’m sorry I damaged you,” said Angelo between mouthfuls of her thigh. His eyes looked full of genuine regret.
Lena propped herself up on her elbows. “What do you mean?” She was hurt that he thought that. “You didn’t damage me! You make me whole. You give me what I ask for. If anything, I want more. I want to wear your love like scars of glory. I want you to brand my body so everyone knows I’m yours.” She stopped, suddenly feeling like she’d gone too far. Maybe he wasn’t really into dominating her.
The ridges had faded into smooth red slashes. They too would fade. Lena wished they wouldn’t.
“This is your one minute warning,” the intercom bleated.
Lena rolled her eyes, trying to lighten the tone. “Why does she have to be so severe?” she said, cocking her head and rubbing Angelo’s shoulder.
He crawled over her body, pushing her back on to the carpet. “I’ll do anything for you, anything.” He leaned in and gave her a heart-stopping kiss. The kind of kiss where souls intertwine.
When he withdrew, she felt changed. After all they’d done together, this had been the most intimate thing of her life. He’d let something of himself into her and she to him. He stared into her eyes and let out a long sigh. As the breath ended, the butterflies scattered on shelves around the room slowly opened their wings.

And now for my party tip - always, ALWAYS put on your best dress on the morning of your party - that way, even the most tedious of chores becomes a joy as you flounce around in your frock and heels feeling like a princess all day long! Even skewering pineapple and cubes of cheese into an orange seems like bliss! Oh, that and a good chilled glass of fizz.

I hope you will fill your glasses with your favourite tipple and join me again tomorrow for more saucy action and birthday business! Remember to join my Goodreads giveaway for a paperback copy of A Clockwork Butterfly and pop on over to Beachwalk for your 50% discount on the ebook - use the code ButterflyParty at the checkout.

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