Sherlock's Hottest Night ~Suz deMello (@MFRW_ORG, #MFRWAuthor, #Sherlock #spanking)

I'm delighted to participate in an excellent blog hop with fabulous prizes. Not only will each author give something away, but the overall hop has four great gifts:

~A Kindle Fire donated by Blushing Books
~ A $100 gift card to either Amazon or B&N
~ A $50 GC
~A $25 GC

All you have to do to enter is leave a comment at any author's blog to get one of the overall prizes, but to get a free ebook from me, you have to answer the following question:

What is the English vice?

Where's the answer, you ask? Somewhere on this blog (duh).

So if you ever wondered about British kink, read on!

We banged against each other hard, wildly, with no rhythm, but frantically, mindless animals seeking completion. My breath came in grunts and pants, and Sherlock’s chest heaved against me as I jerked and bucked. We slid against each other, slippery with sweat before he grabbed my wrists and pinned them high against the headboard. He began to ride me in earnest, with a steadiness that drew me into his rhythm. When we were moving in tandem he released my wrists and dropped his head to kiss my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside when his rod reached deep.

He reached for my legs, drawing them high and setting my ankles on his shoulders before slapping my ass-cheek in cadence with his thrusts. I tore my lips away from his and gasped, “Sherlock!”

He laughed. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, but—“

“But what?” He pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my belly, spanking me again on my available bum.

“But…” I knew that the English had a predilection for spanking their women. In fact,

caning was known as the English vice, but I had never before encountered it, and I was not sure I wanted to.

I squirmed away, and he pursued, shoving a pillow beneath my hips and pinning me down with one strong arm over my low back. He caressed my buttocks, focusing on the spots he’d already slapped.

I loved his touch. I stopped squirming.

“How do you feel?” His voice was low and intimate.

“Uh, uh, I, uh…”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“It did sting a little.”

“But it’s all right now, isn’t it?” His fingertips stroked my sensitized skin.

“Y-yes.”

He palmed my bottom, then spanked me again. I sucked in a breath, close to tears. I wasn’t about to cry from the pain, which was slight, but the experience was so unsettling… I felt that I was on some sort of border. I could step over into an unknown country, or stay within what was comfortable. I knew that Sherlock would stop if I asked, but did I want to ask?

A lot more happened during Sherlock's hottest, sexiest night, but you'll have to read the story to find out!

Rememberr: this is a blog hop. Find other authors' sexy snippets here:

http://patriciagreenbooks.com/hot-days-hotter-nights-blog-hop/

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A Sherlockian Sunday Snog (#Sherlock @MFRW_ORG #kindle #kindleuk)

I haven't posted a Sunday Snog for a loooong while--not since Wordpress closed down Fearless, Fast-paced Fiction, my previous writing blog. No matter--I really love The Velvet Lair, and I'm happy to again participate in Victoria Blisse's wonderful weekly blog hop, The Sunday Snog. Thank you, Vicky!

A snog, for you unenlightened Yanks, is a kiss, and this blog hop highlights kissing excerpts. And because I'm focusing on Sherlock's Scandal right now, here's Sherlock and Irene's first snog:

She raised her gaze, boldly meeting mine. I leaned closer and put a finger beneath her chin. Her skin was soft over a strong jaw, testimony of a determined character.

My chest clenched in a most peculiar manner. Had I met my match?

It was rude, and crude, and forward, but I could not resist. I had to taste her mouth. I touched my lips to hers, pressing firmly but not savagely. That would come later, but for now, I did not want to frighten her off. I believed her to be a woman of sensual experience, but that was merely a deduction on my part. My deductions are often true, but I did not wish to take a chance on the delectable Miss Adler. I had to have her. A single blunder on my part, and the doe could flee into the night.        

Her lips trembled beneath mine, and for a moment I wondered if I had mistaken her character. Then her mouth opened, and she sucked, forever trapping me in her web of love. Eagerly following her lead, I let my tongue wander into the deepest recesses of her mouth, delighting in the flavor and scent of her. I caressed her delicate neck, which reminded me of the frail stem of a flower, then lowered my hand to seek her bosom, thrusting my fingers beneath her bodice to cup one quivering globe.

If you want to read more about the scandalous affair between Sherlock and Irene, find the story here:

http://www.ellorascave.com/sherlock-s-scandal.html (publisher's site)

http://www.tinyurl.com/ARE-Sherlock (All Romance Ebooks--discounted--best price!)

This is a blog hop--read other writers' snog-filled snippets here:

http://victoriablisse.co.uk/sunday-snog