Joss Stone's steamy lesbian kiss

She tried to avoid too much sauciness in her role as the latest Cadbury's Flake girl.

But judging by this racy picture of her sharing a steamy kiss with a co-star, Joss Stone has taken no such measures in her latest project.

The singer promised her first ever film role would see her share a passionate smooch with a female actress and romantic comedy Snappers does not disappoint
Up close and personal: Joss Stone and her female co-star pucker up for the film Snappers

Ironically, given Stone's own clashes with the press, the British film is about an actress who is trying to escape the paparazzi.

She ends up at a local caravan park, where Stone's character - a lesbian bingo-caller - works as a red-coat style entertainer.

There are also some intriguing scenes with an Elton John lookalike which have yet to be explained.

Speaking previously about the role, she said: "I just wanted to challenge myself. There are things in the film that are going to really push the boundaries, and that excites me.

"I can also confirm there will be a long lingering French kiss, but it won't be with a male."

Filming has been taking place in and around Torquay and Paignton this month.
Sweet like chocolate: The singer in this year's Cadbury's Flake advert

The 20-year-old singer, from Devon, is also producing the soundtrack for the film.

She said: "I am bringing my guys over from America for three months to work with me on the soundtrack and original score.

"I have already started writing songs for Snappers, I have been sleeping with a pad and pen in bed with me for the last three days and I keep jumping out of bed in the middle of the night to jot lyrics down."

The film, which will premiere in September, also stars Caroline Quentin.

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Dross Stone - singer keeps fans waiting for two hours without apology

At 19, soul star Joss Stone seems to be going through something of a mid-life crisis.

She has discredited her old albums, ditched her hippy look for tight dresses and hair like a burning bush, freely admitted to smoking cannabis and, worst of all, allowed Vinnie Jones to guest on her latest record.

Never mind the Devon girl’s strange mid-Atlantic accent, much ridiculed after a bizarre cameo at the Brit awards. I met her three years ago and she talked that way then.

The real worry is that Stone could be turning into one of the other guests on next week’s new album - Lauryn Hill, high priestess of flakiness.

The doors at last night’s show opened at 7pm and Stone finally appeared two and a half hours later, with no support acts in between.

You have to be truly fabulous to win back a crowd that is booing before your arrival, and she wasn’t fabulous enough. Playing a theatre show at club volume was her second mistake. Audience chatter almost drowned out much of the music.

She also began the set with three unreleased songs, when a couple of familiar hits might just about have got people back onside.

There was nothing wrong with the new material. Tell Me What We’re Gonna Do Now had an appealing lazy groove, while Girl They Won’t Believe It had more in common with the nu-soul of Jill Scott or Alicia Keys than the vintage stars to whom she has previously been compared.

Put Your Hands On Me sounded like the future hit to win over the doubters.

With its stop-start beat and swaying horns , it resembled Amy Wine - house’s Rehab with even more vocal acrobatics.

That freakishly powerful singing voice remains extraordinary, but she did herself no favours when talking between songs.

Giggly schoolgirl charm has been replaced by rambling self-indulgence.

There was enough time to go to the bar, to the lavatory and to catch the end of the football in the pub across the road during her excruciating introduction to another new song, Music.

A couple of old favourites, Jet Lag and Super Duper Love (Are You Diggin’ On Me), pleased some of, but not all, the long-term fans. Only once before at a gig has an audience member spotted my pen and pulled me aside to make sure I noted how short-changed they felt.

After her encore she threw flowers into the crowd — flowers being necessary, of course, when someone needs to apologise.

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