Sunday Smooch – Abyssinian Heat

Some Sunday snogs coming up from books and stories with spooky themes this month, as Hallowe’en is on the horizon. Today, I’m bringing you a smoochy snippet from my Totally Bound shifter novella, Abyssinian Heat. One for cat lovers, this tells the story of Miranda, who’s just lost her beloved old moggy, Charlie, and is in the market for a replacement. In the meantime, she’s getting intimate with her on-off boyfriend, Finn – a bad boy who she knows isn’t any good for her, except in bed…

abyssinianheat_800Finn lifted me up out of the bath, not caring that he was splashing water down the front of his faded jeans. I was sure they would be coming off soon enough.

He wrapped the towel round me hastily, and carried me through to the bedroom. Placing me down on the bed, he bent over me and we shared a long, lingering kiss. My fingers tangled in his sleek black hair as our mouths mashed together. Finn never failed to rouse a deep hunger in me, an overpowering urge to have his cock buried in my aching pussy. But this was something beyond simple lust. This was a need to prove that life still went on, even though Charlie was gone. This was something raw and feral, an animal instinct my body couldn’t help but obey.

Impatient to have Finn naked, I grabbed the belt of his jeans, fumbling it undone before turning my attention to his zip.

“Whoa, slow down there, sweetheart,” Finn said in an amused tone.

“I can’t,” I replied. “I need to see that big, beautiful cock of yours. I want to feel it sliding up into my pussy, giving me the fucking of my life.”

Finn must have realised how out of character my behaviour was. I never used dirty talk and I usually let him take the lead in bed. Now, I was almost ripping the clothes off him and he was clearly loving it. He never wore underwear, so when I pulled his jeans down his cock uncoiled at once, almost pushing itself into my grasp. I stroked its hot, smooth length, marvelling at how quickly it grew fully hard.

Normally, I liked Finn to lick me for a while, getting me good and wet before he fucked me, but today my juices were already flowing freely. I pushed him on to his back and straddled his crotch, guiding his cock into place. Our eyes met, the devilish twinkle in Finn’s reflected in my own in the moment before I slowly sank down, taking him all the way inside me.

He reached up to play with my tits as I rode him, squeezing my muscles hard round his shaft to give him as much pleasure as I could.

“Don’t stop,” he begged as I pulled almost all the way off him. Leaning forward, I gave him a long, sensual kiss, before sliding back down. I could have teased him like that for a while, but the wild spirit that infected me urged me on to make us both come, soon and hard.

To find out what happens when Miranda acquires her new cat, and discovers the secrets both it and Finn are hiding, pick up a copy of Abyssinian Heat. And don’t forget to visit Blissekiss for loads more lovely snogs.


Backlist Blast: Abyssinian Heat

Having had a cat clambering over me for most of the morning (it’s what they do; it’s their job), I thought I’d spread the feline love with an extract from my Totally Bound shifter novella, Abyssinian Heat. Miranda thinks she’s bought an ordinary kitten to replace her old cat, but Tadhg has a secret – he’s really a pureblood cat shifter, and one who experiences a strange reaction to being around Miranda’s on-off boyfriend, Finn…

abyssinianheat_800When I went back to Patsy’s to pick Tadhg up, one of the girl kittens had already gone to her new home. Tadhg snuffled round my feet, clearly happy to see me, though his mood changed to one of anxiety when I placed him in the cat carrier.

“It’s all right, boy, I’m not going to hurt you,” I soothed him, but he still continued to squeak piteously as I loaded him into the car, stowing his carrier in the footwell on the passenger side.

Once we were home, he finally settled down, completing a swift circuit of the ground floor to discover where I’d left his food before making a nest for himself in his cat bed. He slept for most of the day, until the sound of a key in the lock announced Finn’s arrival.

Gently, I lifted Tadhg into my arms and took him to meet Finn. The reaction wasn’t quite what I’d been expecting. As Finn reached out a finger to stroke the kitten behind his ears, Tadhg’s hackles rose, and he gave a tiny hiss. In return, something flashed in Finn’s eyes, as though he had seen a threat and was responding in kind. Then Finn shook his head, apologising for not being in the best of moods. “One of the lads missed his footing climbing the scaffolding this afternoon and took a nasty fall,” he explained. “He’s not too badly hurt—fractured his elbow, that’s all—but you never want to see any of your mates being loaded into an ambulance.”

I set Tadhg down carefully on the floor, and went to pour wine for Finn and myself. We curled up on the sofa companionably, Finn’s arm round my shoulders, Tadhg sprawled out on my feet. The arrangement made me think the kitten’s initial distrust of my boyfriend was just a reaction to being in a new and unfamiliar environment. I didn’t realise there was something far stranger behind it.

To read more about this deliciously carnal cat shifter and the woman he loves, get your claws into Abyssinian Heat, available from Totally Bound.

Sunday Quickie

Ah, lazy Sunday – just perfect for curling up on the sofa, watching some trashy TV and getting pestered by your cats. Well, that’s my Sunday, anyway, and they’re pestering me to suggest that this week’s quickie should be taken from my cat shape-shifter novella, Abyssinian Heat. It’s the story of Miranda, who discovers that her pet kitten, Tadhg, is actually a shifter, living in her home in cat form. She finds it hard to believe his story, but he’s willing to do whatever it takes to convince her:

Tadhg stroked his fingers through my hair. “Miranda, let me show you just how much you mean to me.”

He brought his face close to mine, lips slightly parted. I didn’t quite know how I’d found myself in this position, about to be kissed by someone who claimed he spent most of his time as a domestic cat, but I had no objections, not even a moment’s hesitation as our lips met. I let his tongue explore my mouth in a series of long, increasingly intense kisses. When he slid the shoestring straps of my nightdress down over my shoulders, I didn’t protest. I opened my eyes to see him gazing at my full breasts, his mouth curving upwards in an approving smile.

“Miranda, you have a truly beautiful body,” Tadhg said reverently. I knew it wasn’t the first time he’d seen me naked—he had sat on the edge of the tub as I bathed, batting at the foamy bubbles with his little paw—but it was the first in his human incarnation. The adoration in his golden gaze made me feel deeply desired and very special.

But Tadhg has more secrets, ones which will place Miranda in danger from an unexpected source. To find out more, check out Abyssinian Heat at Total-e-bound. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think someone wants a cat treat….

And Speaking Of Total-e-bound…

…I’ve received a nice review of my shapeshifter novella, Abyssinian Heat, from the ever-lovely Lucy Felthouse at Erotica For All. She describes it as ‘beautifully written’ and praises its ‘hot men and hotter sex’. Thanks, Lucy, I aim to please!

You can find the full review here, and if you haven’t checked out the full Erotica For All site, it’s a great place for author profiles, news, reviews, calls for submissions, competitions and just about everything the reader and writer of erotic fiction could want.

That Friday Feline

Say hello to Devin, everyone!
Devin is part of my amazing seven-pawed household (named after Canadian rock musician Devin Townsend, before you ask, and I’m sure he won’t mind me saying he’s a prime piece of catty gorgeousness. When Total-e-bound put out a call for stories about cat shifters, I knew that while other authors might be choosing from the bigger end of the cat spectrum – lions, tigers, jaguars – my feline hotty was going to be a lean, lithe Abyssinian, just like Devin. And so Abyssinian Heat came into existence. It’s the story of writer, Miranda, whose much-loved old cat dies and is replaced by perky Abyssinian kitten, Tadhg. Meanwhile, Miranda’s garden is being stalked  by a scarred old stray, and her boyfriend, Finn, is behaving so badly she has no choice but to split up with him. Which is when things take a turn for the strange, as this extract proves:

I didn’t worry too much about the stray. I was more preoccupied with the recurring dream I’d experienced ever since Tadhg had begun sleeping on my pillow. I’d always kept a notepad by my bed, often waking a protesting Finn by switching on the bedside lamp so I could jot down the details of my dreams before I forgot them. Indeed, a couple of my best story ideas had grown out of something I’d scribbled down in the middle of the night.

Now, however, my dream ran on a single track, with a distinctly sexual undercurrent. It was as though, every night, a handsome man wrapped me in an embrace, murmuring gentle words of love into my ear. I never caught sight of his face, and the dream always melted away in the moments before I woke to see Tadhg, head cocked to one side and regarding me with an expression that told me he was ready for his breakfast.

I continued to believe it was just a dream until the morning I woke earlier than usual, roused by a car alarm blaring in the street outside, and realised I really did have an arm flung over my body. A hand cupped my breast possessively, and a broad chest was pressed against my back. What was happening? Had Finn somehow let himself into the house, despite my efforts to keep him out?

But as I struggled out of the grasp of the sleeping intruder, I quickly realised this wasn’t Finn. This man had red-brown hair, spread out on the pillow around him. The sheets barely covered him, and I had a perfect view of the smooth, lightly tanned expanse of his back, all the way down to the taut cheeks of his ass. Whoever he is, he’s gorgeous, I thought, then I pulled myself up short. He must have broken in. He was more than likely dangerous. I needed to call the police.

I was reaching for my phone when he stopped me. “Hey, Miranda, don’t be afraid.”

I turned to look at him, wondering how he knew my name, and found myself staring into eyes of a strangely familiar shade, somewhere between honey and gold. This man had a proud set to his face, one I would have described as leonine. He answered my question before I could ask it.

“Miranda, it’s me, Tadhg.”

To find out what happens next, you’ll have to get hold of the full story. It’s available from Total-e-bound, and it’s the perfect thing to curl up with on a cold winter’s night. And don’t forget the catnip!