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The Tutor by KD Grace

   The Process of Intimacy Giveaway: To celebrate the release of The Tutor, I’m giving away a $30/£20 Amazon gift voucher. Enter via the Rafflecopter for your chance to win!

Thanks so much for having me over, Tory. It’s a pleasure to be able to celebrate the launch of The Tutor with you and your readers. Today, I’d like to talk a little bit about intimacy.

“Intimacy is a process – not a thing. It takes place over time and is not stagnant.” This is a quote from a great article on intimacy I found on the University of Florida’s Counseling and Wellness Center site.

If two people who are attracted to each other can’t actually touch, can they still find a way to be intimate? What exactly is intimacy, and is it really dependent on being able to touch each other? I wanted to explore the elements of intimacy in my novel, The Tutor. I’m very lucky to live in a relationship with lots of touching. In fact, it’s a good bet if my husband and I are in the same room, we’ll be touching – holding hands, playing footsies beneath the table, even just catching each other’s eye across the room when we’re not close enough to physically touch. But what would that intimacy look like if we could no longer have physical contact? How much of what binds us to someone and what makes us close depends on being able to physically touch? Alexander ‘Lex’ Valentine and Kelly Blake must find their way to each other without touch. Can they do it? That was the basic premise for the novel – the journey to intimacy, and what it would look like when one of the perspective couple is severely haphephobic and has lived without human touch for the better part of his life.

As the story evolved, I found myself wondering if maybe being a little less dependent on the touch of our lover might just allow us a deeper, more well-rounded intimacy.

According to the article from the University of Florida page, intimacy is a process, and that became very clear to me as the strange relationship between Lex and Kelly grew and changed. When the chemistry between two people is right and it strikes a spark, if a relationship is to develop, a journey to intimacy follows, and that journey is a complicated one when those two people can’t touch each other.

The article talks about four types of intimacy. The first being cognitive or intellectual intimacy – the sharing of thoughts and ideas. Clearly this is the perfect place for Lex and Kelly’s journey to begin, since it’s safe for Lex, and it allows them both a chance to get acquainted.

The second level is experiential, as the two set about finding ways for Lex to experience something as close to physical intimacy as possible. This level can only happen because of the communication that has taken place in cognitive stage.

The experiential part of their journey evolves to emotional intimacy and a place in which the two are comfortable sharing dreams and fears and feelings, in a place of empathy. This is a level at which they can begin to understand each other more deeply.

Of course the last level is sexual, which is most often the way the world defines intimacy – especially in a romantic situation. And as The Tutor evolved and developed, I found myself wondering how often we sabotage our own intimate relationships by getting the final stage before the first three, or even by getting stuck in that final stage. In The Tutor, the progression was a natural one – though the sexual attraction was there from the beginning. That meant by the time Lex and Kelly reached the sexual level, they were intimate in more ways than I would have imagined possible when I first started the novel.

What also became clear is just how much each of those forms of intimacy are linked, and how they all evolve and deepen over time with the growth of the relationship.
But when physical touch isn’t possible, even sexual intimacy has to be very creative, and who is better equipped to be sexually creative than a writer and a sculptor? Below is an excerpt with an example of intimacy that has nothing to do with touch and yet everything to do with touch.

When physical touch is impossible, intimacy may become a powerful work of art or a devastating nightmare—but, above all, it’s an act of trust.


The Tutor Blurb:
 Struggling writer, Kelly Blake has a secret life as a sex tutor. Celebrated sculptor and recluse, Alexander ‘Lex’ Valentine, can’t stand to be touched. When he seeks out Kelly’s advice incognito, the results are too hot to handle. When Kelly terminates their sessions due to what she considers her unprofessional behavior, Lex takes a huge risk, revealing his identity to her at a gala exhibition, his first ever public appearance. When Kelly helps the severely haphephobic Lex escape the grope of reporters and paparazzi, rumors fly that the two are engaged, rumors encouraged by well-meaning friends and colleagues.
The press feeding frenzy forces Kelly into hiding at Lex’s mansion where he convinces her to be his private tutor just until the press loses interest, and she can go back home. They discover quickly that touch is not essential for sizzling, pulse-pounding intimacy. But intimacy must survive the secrets uncovered as their sessions become more and more personal.

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The Tutor Excerpt – What Does it Feel Like?
“Look I don’t expect you to deal with what a fucked up mess I am. I realized that what I really want to know is what it feels like, what you feel like, what any woman feels like when she’s with a man, or even when she touches herself, and I have no one I would feel comfortable asking without wondering the whole time if they thought that by my asking I had given them permission to try and fix me. Does that make any sense?”
She had little time to do more than nod before he continued. “Oh I’ve watched enough porn that I get that it feels really good. I’ve read enough erotica to get some picture of how it’s supposed to be, but my take on it’s always one-sided,” he raised his hand and wiggled his fingers as though to demonstrate. “I can’t know anything but my own touch, certainly I can’t feel anything else, so I want you to tell me. I want you to answer my questions. I want you to tell me what I would feel if I touched you, what you would feel if I touched you. As for what I would feel if you touched me, well,” he shrugged and offered her a smile that seemed slightly forced, “for that I’ll just have to use my imagination.”
She took a deep breath, as though she were about to dive under water. “Okay, well, I’ll start with my lips because lovers often start there. I would have made sure they were moist for you before you kissed them, but not so wet as to be off-putting, and you would have done the same. And your first kisses would be tentative, if you’re really good, almost like a feather lighting against my mouth softly and repeatedly until I’m breathless for the want of more; and then I would part my lips to give you more surface area so that we could feel each other better.” She chuckled softly as she realized they’d both raised their fingers to their mouths. “And then we would both press harder and rub harder. The more surface area we touched the more we’d want and, I think lips swell, not just from the pressure, but in an effort to create that surface area, and when they can swell no more, when I feel like I want to completely take my lover into my mouth, then I would open to him and there would be a whole new surface area, wet and slick and warm, there would be a whole new motion when our tongues discover each other. I think a kiss reflects what happens in penetrative sex. It’s sort of an intimation, if you will,” her gaze locked on him, and for the first time she noticed just how blue his eyes were, “a promise of things to come.”
“Yes,” he whispered. “I’ve thought of that in my art. I’ve thought of the interchange we make with mouths and cocks and vaginas.” He struggles with the last word  “It’s okay to call it a pussy or a cunt or whatever works for you.” She said.

 He laughed softly. “How the hell would I know?”
“Well,” she stretched out on the countertop and rolled onto her side, resting her head on her hand. “you just have to try them out and see how they fit your mouth.”
 This time they both laughed. “If they fit my mouth, I wouldn’t have to worry about what words I used, would I?”

“Good point,” she said.
“Not quite, but getting there fast, thank you.” Again, they both laughed, a strangely relaxed laugh under the bizarre circumstances.

“The thing is,” she said, rolling onto her back and staring up at the long rack of copper bottom pans above her head, “words are often as important in sex, and as erotic, as touch. I write in my other life, and I find that while some of my characters get turned on by waxing poetic between the sheets, others get hot by talking dirty.”

“How does your cunt feel when some fucker talks dirty to you,” he said, though not without a hearty blush.

“That would depend on the fucker and the circumstances and how badly I wanted to ride his cock.”

“And if it was a fucker whose cock you really wanted to ride, a fucker who was hard and heavy for you? What words would he use, and what response would he elicit?
 “It wouldn’t hurt for him to observe out loud what he sees about my body’s state of arousal, and how he admires it.”

“You mean like how lovely your breasts are when your nipples are so taut that even your areola are visible through that shirt, which I imagine feels like a caress every time you inhale. You mean like the way your lips are parted and moist. You’ve not completely shut your mouth for the past five minutes, the way you rock your hips, almost but not quite secretly, and grind you bottom against the countertop. Is that what you mean?”

“Jesus! We shouldn’t be doing this.” She sat bolt upright on the surface and then froze as though someone had hit the pause button. “Alex?”

The man perched on the edge of the counter, just far enough away that she couldn’t easily touch him. He had kicked his shoes off and his own nipples peaked to bullet points through his white polo shirt. That would have been enough to hold her attention indefinitely had it not been for the heel of his hand stroking the very obvious, very anxious erection through his jeans. 
 It was all right. It was fine, she told herself. She’d had more than a few occasions where her job involved watching and coaching someone while they masturbated. This was just her job. That’s all.  “It’s more obvious with me what I feel,” he said, raking her body with a hooded gaze. “And your nipples, well you could just be cold. Please tell me what you feel when you see me like this, when we talk like this.”

She moved to the edge of the counter giving him space, then motioned him onto it and she opened her leg. “If I weren’t wearing trousers, if you could see my panties, you’d know that I’m wet.” She nodded to his erection. “You’d know that the thought of what you’re doing, the sight of how your body is responding to mine, is making me wetter.” She cupped her breasts in turn, through the white blouse. “Every part of me feels heavy, Alex. My breasts feel like my bra can no longer contain them. My nipples ache. And my lips,” she touched her mouth, and then, holding his gaze, moved her hand down to rest on the crotch of her trousers. “My lips are swollen, so swollen and slippery and ready to be penetrated.” She nodded first to his mouth and then to his erection. “Do I want the fucker to give it to me hard and deep in my cunt? What do you think?”

“Oh God,” he managed. Then he stopped talking altogether. His breath came in tight little grunts and gasps as he moved against his hand, holding her in his gaze as surely as if he held her in his embrace; and it was in that instant, the instant she slid her hand down the front of her trousers and into her panties an action he mirrored, that she knew neither of them would make it out of here intact. She wanted to run, but she didn’t. She wanted to take off her clothes and feel his gaze all over her body, but she didn’t. She wanted to demand that he strip for her, that he come just for her eyes, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. She could only cup and grope her breasts until they hurt. She could only stroke herself while she watched him do the same. 
The space around them crackled with their energy, and their desperate efforts to breathe were the only sounds beyond the stroke of skin against fabric. In a hungry attempt at relief, they both rocked and bucked, mirror images of each other with one hand down the front of their trousers while the other groped and cupped and tweaked and pinched whatever part of their anatomy it came in contact with. Then breathing stopped, time stopped. Everything around them disappeared until they saw nothing but each other, locked in each other’s gaze, more physical than any embrace Kelly had ever felt, and it was enough. Heaven help them, it was enough. He came first by a split second, roaring like a wounded lion, arching back until she feared he’d either break his neck or fall off the counter. But the sight of him so vulnerable in his passion, the fact that even in his release, he kept his eyes on her was all she could handle, and she convulsed against her own hand, convulsed as though she would break apart, never taking her eyes off him, never breaking that connection.



About K D Grace/Grace Marshall
Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

KD has erotica published with Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.


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Club trouble won’t keep Rock from bringing his son and Allie home.

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He’s the VP of Phantom Riders MC. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Ruthless. A killer who’ll stop at nothing to keep what’s his. And he wants Allie and their son.

Allie
She’d given Rock her virginity, and then ran away when she got pregnant. Seven years later he shows up at her door, demanding his son, and claiming her.





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Just as she reached out for the refrigerator door handle the doorbell rang. She switched directions in one smooth motion, but I reached the front door first. I peered through the peephole and ground my teeth together, seeing Tom. When Allie made a move to open the door I grabbed her wrist and slammed her up against it. She caught her breath sharply, mouth open and a question in her eyes. I took in her reaction for a second before slamming my mouth down on hers.

She stiffened but I ignored it, crushing my weight against hers and demanding she give me what I wanted. Her hands came up to push me away. I reached up and grabbed her ponytail at the top of her head, twisting the length of thick hair around my hand to hold her in place. She whimpered beneath my mouth and I recognized her sound of pleasure from memory, thrusting my tongue inside like I wanted to thrust my dick into her body. My dick was about to pound through my pants and I dry humped her lower belly, groaning low. Another moan escaped her, coupled with her fingers clenching into my shirt and chest.

The pain her sharp nails inflicted jacked up my libido. Allie should have known better. Pain turned me the fuck on and my hand found its way to her large tits. I squeezed one and pinched the nipple hard, feeling her submit to me in the wild and needy way that was all her. No other woman matched her passion or the depths of greedy need that I knew was holding her prisoner.

The doorbell rang again and I pulled back with a low groan, capturing the wildness reflected in her gaze. We were both breathing heavy. Allie was flushed with warmth, more than just desire stamped on her face. I could feel her hard little nipples digging into me as sharply as her nails. Her mouth was swollen and glistening. Primal satisfaction surged through me as I noted the just fucked look she had going on. I took the necessary step back, pulling the band holding her ponytail with me so that she was left with a thick halo of mussed hair.

“Someone’s at the door,” I said smugly, her wild hair begging for me to lose my hands in it.

She pulled herself together quickly, giving me a hate-filled glare that only amused the fuck out of me. “Asshole!” she whispered harshly, shoving me out of the way and opening the door.

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Genre: Historical Romance, Regency Romance Miss Claire Ashford knows exactly what she wants out of life — to marry for love. When she finds herself alone in the woods with none other than notorious rake Ian Michael Caldwell, Viscount Knightly, her chances of a proper match are ruined. He is willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of her reputation, but she is determined not to marry anyone out of obligation.For years, Ian has wanted nothing more than to, one day, marry Miss Claire Ashford. When fate forces them into a compromising situation, he vows to do just that. In spite of every effort, she refuses his suit. Not one to easily give up, Ian drafts assistance from an unlikely source.As her first season continues, Claire finds it increasingly difficult to keep her distance from Ian. His charm, and ability to stir feelings inside of her she didn’t know existed, makes it hard to remember why she refused him in the first place. With his relentless pursuit and her weakening resolve, she desperately wants to give in to him. However, after seeing he hasn’t changed his rakish ways, how can she trust him not to break her heart, again?Read an Excerpt from Embracing the KnightClaire stared at Ian’s backside and tried hard to keep her thoughts pure. For almost a full day now, she’d been awarded with the view, and combined with the man himself, her resolve wavered. Each hour it became increasingly difficult to remember why she disliked him.Although their situation was miserable, Ian had kept the tone light. He made her remember all those good times they had shared as children. Back then, and most of the time, her brother had balked at having his younger sister tag along, but Ian had always been sweet. Then, he grew up.“Ian, it’s hot. If we don’t stop soon, I will fall over.”“As you wish. Here is as good a spot as any.”Gratefully, she slid down, using a tree to balance her until making contact with the ground. She wanted to laugh at the change in herself. Not long ago, the idea of dirtying her skirts would have bothered her. Today, however, the cool dirt felt wonderful against her legs.Ian followed suit across from her, bringing the bag he’d fashioned from her petticoat and laying it between them. After being deprived of food for so long, the idea of having another pear had her mouth watering.“I don’t recall pears ever tasting so good.” She closed her eyes and sighed as she took a bite, savoring the juice on her tongue.“I see.”When she opened her eyes, she noticed Ian looking at her mouth strangely. He made no move to collect a pear for himself. Heat flooded her cheeks. Clearly, she had done something wrong.“Don’t you agree?”He grabbed a pear and turned to stare in the opposite direction. “Yes. They are delicious.”Silence filled the space between them as they finished their fruit. She moved her aching legs, although making sure to keep them covered by her skirt. This trek was exhausting, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.“How much longer do you suspect before we reach London?” She rubbed her aching neck thinking about how nice it would be to sleep in a bed.“It’s hard to say. Anxious to get back to Lord Higgins?”She snorted, uncaring how unladylike she sounded. “The only thing I could possibly miss about him is his dancing. That man sure knows the intricacies of the waltz.”“The waltz? Surely he can’t be better than me.”The cocky grin he shot her made her smile as she shook her head. Ian’s charm seemed to come as natural to him as breathing. Her lips tightened as the merriment wore away. She’d never seen a woman who wasn’t susceptible to him.“Considering we’ve never danced, I’m not a good judge.”He climbed to his feet and held out his hand, a sparkle in his eyes. “Dance with me.”“Here? Don’t be ridiculous.”The idea of dancing with Ian, here, in the middle of the forest did strange things to her stomach. It seemed too intimate. Considering their current circumstances, and their sleeping arrangements, they didn’t need any more intimacy between them.Ian crossed his arms. “Afraid you can’t keep up without the music? Don’t worry. I can lead the most inept of partners.”Refusing to be baited, she narrowed her eyes as she gently wrapped the pears back up.“I have no desire to waste my energy on ridiculous pursuits.” She got to her feet, slinging the pears over her shoulder. “I suppose we should continue on.”“Very well, but one day, you will dance with me.”She huffed.His long sigh betrayed his disappointment. He took the bag from her and began their trek. Narrowing her eyes on his back, she tried to figure him out. Considering what they were facing at the moment, she couldn’t understand his mood. Why did he work so hard to keep her entertained?“You can stop,” she said. “After all, it isn’t necessary.”Ian spun around to face her, confusion marring his brow. “What are you talking about?”“Charming me,” she explained, unable to keep the exasperation out of her voice.“Charming you?”“Yes. It will get you nowhere, and there is no time for it.”As if to emphasize her words, she took off, walking past him in the direction he’d been taking. The constant walking, the heat, and his positive attitude were weighing her down.He hurried until he was beside her. “Does that mean it is working?”“Yes. I mean no . . . it’s just irritating.”His warm fingers on her arm stopped her, and allowed him to turn her to face him. Gone was the playfulness he usually sported. His eyes were dark, his expression serious. She sucked in her breath, unable to take his intensity.“When did this happen? When did you start hating me?”She swallowed repeatedly, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat. Telling him the truth was impossible, for she never wanted him to know. The very thought of that day brought a flush to her cheeks. However, she couldn’t stand the pain in his eyes.“I don’t hate you,” she replied, knowing it to be the truth. No matter how hard she had tried, she couldn’t bring her heart to truly dislike him.His gaze dropped to her mouth, and her lips parted. Would he kiss her now? She always imagined her first kiss would be with Ian. Desperate to experience the feel of his lips on hers, she leaned forward.The sound of a bird crowing in a nearby tree startled her enough to clear the fog from her thoughts. She snapped back from him. Taking a deep breath, she turned away, knowing he didn’t want to kiss her, specifically. She was simply the only available woman present.“Claire.” His voice was barely above a whisper.She felt his hands on her shoulders, but she shrugged him off. Right now, she couldn’t face him. If she did, she’d be too tempted to allow him to use her as he’d done to so many other women.“I think we should keep moving.”“Of course,” he agreed, regret echoing in his voice.As he moved in front of her to lead the way, guilt swamped her. The feeling she’d made a huge mistake overwhelmed her. But, that couldn’t be true. No good would come from kissing Ian. So why couldn’t she shake the feeling? Why did depression have to settle on her shoulders?Get your copy of Embracing the Knight today! Available at: GiveawayJoin the Embracing the Knight giveaway contest from Oct 12 - 14, 2016!
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