Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Sizzling Summer 2012 starts today! Smoking Hot Excerpt #1 [and a GIVEAWAY]

From Victoria Blisse (and the crowd goes wild!).

Hey all, every Tuesday and Thursday through the summer of 2012 I'll be trying to feature a steamy (or sweet) excerpt for you to get a taste of some of the intense erotic flavors of summer. Hope you'll join us weekly to get a sample of something good. :)

Our first visitor is Victoria Blisse. Welcome, V! :) ~~~~~>


Hi Sommer, thanks for having me over to play! I’ve got a few summer time stories out there but I thought I’d take this opportunity to introduce you to my Tasty Italian

It’s a book but the hero in the book, Carlo is very tasty indeed. Here’s the blurb:
She wanted pizza, she got love.
Fiona was bored with her life but she didn’t realise that simply deciding to visit the local Italian restaurant for dinner one night would change it forever. When she laid eyes on the fit, young Italian waiter she fell instantly in lust. Carlo returned that ardour but how could their relationship develop when he had to move back to his home in Italy?

And a hot, hot excerpt to get you in the mood:

“So where are you taking me? And will you have your wicked way with me there?”

“I am taking you somewhere very pretty and have many plans for your body. You'll like it all, though, there is nothing bad to happen.”
Fiona chuckled and tried to explain that she meant the same as he said. He looked confused but accepted her explanation with a kiss.

“English is so funny, I do not think I will ever know it right.”

“I am English and I don't speak it properly so I wouldn't worry.”

The fields around Carlo's home were not all uniform and flat like those she'd seen speeding past her on the English motorway. They went up in one direction then sloped away in another. Trees and vines rambled in untidy lines of regimented chaos and even the greens seemed to be a deeper, crisper colour than the shades she knew from home. Carlo pointed out the different crops as they meandered along, vines on the flatter ground with some citrus trees and olive trees on the higher land. He explained how the crops gave them a varied income that kept his mother, brother and sisters in food and clothes.

"It does not look much," Carlo said, sweeping round his outstretched arm, “but it pays the bills, so to speak.”
Fiona smiled. “It’s beautiful. Really beautiful.”

He led them higher into the hills and towards an inviting swathe of trees. She found the heat overwhelming. With her delicate, English rose complexion, she had started to feel like she was wilting. The cool shade of the wiry trees was balm to her heated skin and she happily sat down beneath the dark, dense leaves of an olive tree.
“It is quiet here now. There are no olives to harvest so no one will find us.” Carlo looked at Fiona and raised his brows suggestively. She smiled and licked her lips. Before she’d even registered that he’d moved he was kissing her with great passion. She groaned and wrapped her arms around him, desperate to pull him closer and feel him all over her.

They’d not fucked since being in England. The mutual fumbling on the plane hadn’t counted in her opinion and she was desperate for him. She could tell by the heat and pace of his kisses and caresses that he had missed her too. He’d soon stripped her of her dress and she helped him pull off his jeans.
“When you kissed me, that night in the car park,” Fiona whispered as she traced her fingernails over his thigh, “I went home and fantasised about sucking your cock. I need to really taste you now.”

“Okay! I am not going to stop you.” He winked.

Fiona giggled, looked up into his eyes and again licked her lips. She didn’t know quite where to start. Carlo was like a royal feast laid out in front of her. She wanted all of him at once but she settled for first pressing her pursed lips against the velvet softness of his rod. She opened her mouth until her lips completely enveloped his head.

He dug his fingers into her hair as she worked out her rhythm. She eagerly took more and more of his hardness into her mouth. He tasted subtly salty, like her favourite snacks that had her reaching back into the packet time and again. She couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted more and more of the taste and feel of his hot male vitality between her lips.
He gently cradled her head in his hands and encouraged her to lavish affection on his dick. She felt cherished as well as in control. She was the seductress, the temptress. Feeling that was addictive. She knew she’d never tire of giving her man pleasure.

She wanted to taste him, to make him come between her lips but then deep inside her brewed a deeper desire, one that wasn’t going to be satisfied by flavour alone. She wanted to fuck and be fucked. She needed a release of her own.


Just like Fiona I have very pale skin and so as much as I love to see the sun I like to hang back in the shade and keep out of it. One of my favourite summer memories is of the very first time I met my husband in real life. We met on the internet back in the late nineties when it was still a bit of a novelty and only a matter of weeks after we first typed to each other we arranged to meet in the flesh.
It was early summer but the sun graced us and I remember our first kiss in my mum’s living room bathed in bright sunshine. I was sat in his lap but I promise I was completely innocent back then. No really, I was!
We went for a walk a bit later through the local park. We stopped beneath a huge sycamore tree to cool off for a bit and kissed some more. He kissed me thoroughly. That thoroughly he got grass stains on his white jeans. Ahem. Yes, that was a beautiful summer’s afternoon.

Author Bio:
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and erotica writer. She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.


I’m a big fan of Scarborough, a seaside town on the east coast of England. My Story Sweet Surrender is set there. You can win a copy of this teasing novella by leaving a comment on this post telling me your favourite snack to munch on the beach. Leave your comment by June 10th please. Good luck!


  1. Sounds like a lovely tale. And such an amazing shot. I would have to say my fave beach munchies would be a soft serve ice cream cone, dipped in chocolate of course. Seems to be the perfect spot to have one. (We have a Scarborough here in the Toronto area but it's not nearly as nice).

  2. Thanks for coming today, Victoria and for being the first summer entry! :) My favorite beach snack (when I could still eat gluten) was Sunshine Lemon Cooler cookies and cold Coke. We had them at a beach picnic once when I was a kid and after that every time we went, I expected they be packed for my munching pleasure. Boy, I miss those cookies! :D


  3. That was a hot excerpt alright! I don't like to eat on the beach, because it's sandy. Picky, eh? :)

  4. We also have a Scarborough in New England. My favorite thing to munch on at the beach is cherries. I always think of summer when I see cherries.

  5. I agree! I probably eat my body weight (several times over) in cherries every summer. One of my favorite seasonal fruits. I never ever get tired of them! :)

  6. Hi Sommer and Victoria, my favourite beachtime food is cockles. Wierd huh, because they're vinegary and sandy and I wouldn't choose them any other time. They just remind me of childhood because English seaside towns always used to have a cockle and winkle stall. I do draw the line at whelks though which are like giant snails and thoroughly disgusting!

  7. Thanks for having me, Sommer. Favourite seaside food is so often connected to childhood memories I think.

    Miz Angel -I like a lemon top on my ice cream. :)

    Layla -I can understand that. It's kinda part of the experience for me though. *L*

    Kitti -I've never tried cockles! I'm more a fish and chips gal. :)


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