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May 12, 2016
Self-Love is in the Air Blog Hop
Poison Pen Graphics Whoot! Hello, welcome, so glad you're here on the Self-Love Is In The Air Blog Hop. I hope you're well and I hope you're enjoying May, which is of course Masturbation Month.
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So who likes to live life in the fast lane? My characters in Accelerated Passion certainly do, and to celebrate this hop I'm giving away an ebook copy to one person who comments on this post. And to whet your appetite for more, here's a moment of self-love taken from near the beginning of the book...
Frankie’s dreams were a jumbled collection of images. Dean was there. His eyes flashing with the same intensity as when he’d pinned her up against the wall. She was aware of his body pressing into hers—the heat of his skin, the shape of his mouth, the sexy smell emanating from his flesh.Again, she’d touched him, palms flat on his chest. But this time, she didn’t push him away. In her nighttime fantasy, her mind conjured up an erotic scenario where she’d drifted her hands lower. Slipped them over the soft smooth material of his driver’s outfit and searched out his groin.He was hard. So hard. And the shape of his cock easy to make out.“Frankie,” he’d groaned. “Suck me.”And she had. She’d dropped to her knees, his suit magically gone, and stared at his big hard cock jutting toward her.“Please,” he’d begged, slotting his hands into her hair. “Do it.”Her mouth had watered with the longing to taste him, to feel his warm shaft slipping over her tongue. And then she’d done it, taken him to the back of her throat in one fast gulp.He’d groaned, a long, low, guttural sound that made her want to come. And then she was preparing to come. In her dream. She was sucking off Dean, yet her clit was being stimulated, the pressure building, a coil of lust spinning in her pelvis and getting ready to release.He held her tighter, shoved deeper into her throat, filling her with his taste, his release, his desire.As she swallowed him down, she came. A hard, fast orgasm that stole her breath and shot to her toes and the top of her head. She curled forward, sat up. Dean gone from her mouth, her belly was tight, and her heart raced.She opened her eyes, blinked a few times as she orientated herself to the hotel room. Her brow was damp, as was the hollow of her throat. The sheets were tangled around her ankles, and her right hand was down her knickers, her fingertips still eking out the last of her climax.“Fuck it,” she muttered, flopping back onto the pillows with her arms spread out to the sides.Having sexy, orgasmic dreams about Dean-fucking- Cudditch was the last way she wanted to start her morning.
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When speed and seduction combine, sparks are sure to fly.
Some girls enjoy makeup, low-cut dresses, and bedding famous men. Not me. I’m happiest in my oily overalls, with my hands in an engine, chatting with the guys on my team about aerodynamics and wing position.
So when infamous Formula One champion, Dean Cudditch, comes into my life, I’m content to leave him to his lothario ways. Dean seems on top of the world when draped with adoring female fans, and I refuse to be another of the champ’s conquests.
However, as I get to know the real Dean Cudditch, I begin to see a softer side to him that makes him all the sexier. My resolve crumbles when he admits that it’s my mechanical mind and engineering know-how that turn him on. Before I know it, I’m racing down the fast lane of seduction, passion, and lust. One thing is for sure: when Dean is behind the wheel, it’s going to be one hot ride.
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May 11, 2016
Cover Reveal - DARK CAPTIVE
May 10, 2016
Demon Interrupted by K D Grace (@kd_grace) #erotica #paranormal #pnr
Kd Grace joins me today to chat about the awesome Demon Interrupted that you can grab your very own copy of! Tell us the low down Kd...
Hi Lily, I’m very excited to announce that Demon Interrupted, a Lakeland Witches novel, is now available in eBook format. Originally written as an online serial for my blog, Demon Interrupted has been revised and expanded to become the fourth novel in the Lakeland Witches trilogy, published by Xcite. Ferris Ryder has always intrigued me as a character, since he made his debut in Riding the Ether, book 2 of The Lakeland Witches Trilogy, but even I have to admit, I was shocked when he revealed his story to me. I hope you will find his tale as chilling and sizzling and intriguing as I did when I wrote it.
Blurb:
Ferris Ryder has a choice to make. He can reclaim the past, which he now consciously keeps from his memories or he can let all that he fears to remember destroy the present and the Elemental Coven he has come to love. Has the mysterious Elaine come into his life to be his guiding angel or will she tear his world, and that of his coven family, apart?
Available from Amazon:
Excerpt: In a room full of people Ferris could remain totally unnoticed. It was almost as though he were invisible. He heard things that way, saw things that others missed. Fiori suspected that was part of his magic. However, at the moment, he was completely and totally the centre of herattention as his warm, wet tongue teased its way down and around the pucker peaks and the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. One splayed hand cupped and fondled her tight pubic curls while the other worried open his fly. What he was doing to her body was also a part of his magic and way more of a surprise, considering the man’s unassuming nature, than his ability to blend in.
She writhed beneath him totally naked, just as she had been when he entered her room, gently easing her out of a bad dream, back into the Waking World, and into his arms. She didn’t know where he’d been before he came to her. The man seldom slept -- and him not even a ghost. He might have adjourned to the library after the rest of the house had entered the Dream World, or perhaps he had been in Skye’s bed sharing pleasure with her and Alice. He was generous with his affections. But then he’d hardly fit in at Elemental Cottage if he were otherwise.
How he had known she was having the dream again? How had he known about the dream at all? And yet he did, and she was glad that he came to her. ‘Sh! sh. It’s only a dream, Fiori,’ he whispered. ‘Only a dream.’ He’d brought her a glass of water from the bathroom and had returned with a soft white towel. While she drank as though she had just traversed the desert, he gently wiped the perspiration from her face and her shoulders. Then he took the glass away and moved the soft terrycloth knap in slow lazy circles down her back and her ribs as she slid into his arms, laying her head against his shoulder.
‘Do you want me to stay with you?’ he asked.
She only nodded, tightening her arms around his neck.
His black shirt was open and untucked and his nipples hardened as she slid her arms inside and up his back.
‘Do you want me to make love to you?’ He asked it as simply as a parent would ask a child if she would like a bedtime story. He asked it because he knew in a house where sex magic was practiced, healing came in the form of passion, and she nodded again because she knew that too. His cock was already hard, but then she had noticed that it often was. In those times when he allowed attention to be drawn to himself, in those times when he made his presence known he neither attempted to hide his erection nor did he attempt to flaunt it. It was the ease and the comfort of which he wore his own masculinity that made him seem like a much larger man than he really was. In spite of his chameleon nature, he was not shy by any means, and his stamina and his finesse made him a welcome edition to the beds of all of the Elemental witches and their consorts.
Impatient for the feel of him freed, she shoved at his trousers, the scrape of the zipper seeming unusually loud in the quiet room. He ran his hand down to aid her as she worried his cock free. He was neither large nor small. Even his cock was nothing unusual to draw attention to itself, and yet there was no one at Elemental Cottage who didn’t relish the thought of Ferris between their legs, of Ferris shifting and grinding as though his unassuming penis had a secret magic all its own once properly sheathed in an appreciative pussy or mouth or arsehole.
His breath caught with a grunt as she fisted the length of him and she could almost feel the ripples of lust rising up the vertebrae of his spine. For a second he wrapped his hand around hers and shifted his hips. Then he pulled her fingers free, kissing each one of them, running his tongue in ticklish strokes over the tips, making her hips rock against the mattress. ‘I’m going to taste you now. I can already smell how good you’ll be.’ With a wriggle of his arse and a shove with his feet he shed his trousers as he crawled down between her thighs, nudging her open with the smoothly shaven wedge of his jaw, clearing the way with nose and lips, teeth and tongue. The humidity of his breath blew across her clit, which rose up in anticipation.
‘There,’ he said, his fingers parting her as agiley and exactingly as if he were a pianist and she were his instrument. For an age he studied her, fingered her, arranged her as though there were only one way, the best way to approach her dark, heavy folds, and he would not partake until he knew exactly what would bring all of her focus, all of her energy, all of her arousal to the very centre of his attention. ‘And now --’ his words were little more than a rush of breath ‘--I’ll give you what you need.’ He took her with his whole mouth, hunched over her like a lion at his prey, the muscles of his shoulders flexed tight, dusted and gilded in moonlight. And she felt the bloom of her arousal like a bud swelling, bursting, opening. Then the bloom became an explosion rising up from someplace suspended above the base of her spine. He held her hips, held her steady with strength his body belied as she bucked against his mouth, as she convulsed, as the moon moved in and out amid the undulation of slate clouds.
In the hazy vision of heat he seemed larger than himself, much larger than himself as though his arousal, their arousal together had released something broader of shoulder, deeper of chest, darker of memory and, as the moon disappeared, the power of him rose like a shadow thick and all-consuming and, somehow, other than himself. The hair on the back of her neck rose. Gooseflesh prickled over her breasts, even as she rocked out her orgasm against his mouth.
But before the tingle of uncertainty and the edge of fear could take hold, the moon reappeared and unassuming Ferris gave her clit on last hard tug with his lips and then rose over her, positioning himself, easing her open with his knees and his hips.
‘I need you in me,’ she said, her voice nearly lost in her struggle for oxygen.
‘A need which I share,’ came his urgent reply. It took no more than the tucking of his hips and a single thrust and he was in deep. She was slick and ready for him, gripping him as though she hadn’t just come, as though she were desperate for him to take her. With arms much stronger than they looked, he lifted her legs around his hips and positioned himself so that with each thrust he raked her clit, and she could almost swear that in the stark relief of moonlight and shadow his eyes were onyx black and yet bright, so bright. Even in the glow of a nearly full moon, he road her in the light of an after image that made no sense, and she was reminded that not even Ferris understood his own magic. The closer they both came to orgasm the larger and heavier the after image grew. And the larger the after image, the harder they strained for release. When orgasm broke over them, so did the shadow, consuming them for the briefest of moments and then receding behind their own efforts to recover themselves taking with it Fiori’s urge to speak of it, to question it.
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.K D has erotica published with 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.
Find K D Here:
Hi Lily, I’m very excited to announce that Demon Interrupted, a Lakeland Witches novel, is now available in eBook format. Originally written as an online serial for my blog, Demon Interrupted has been revised and expanded to become the fourth novel in the Lakeland Witches trilogy, published by Xcite. Ferris Ryder has always intrigued me as a character, since he made his debut in Riding the Ether, book 2 of The Lakeland Witches Trilogy, but even I have to admit, I was shocked when he revealed his story to me. I hope you will find his tale as chilling and sizzling and intriguing as I did when I wrote it.
Blurb:
Ferris Ryder has a choice to make. He can reclaim the past, which he now consciously keeps from his memories or he can let all that he fears to remember destroy the present and the Elemental Coven he has come to love. Has the mysterious Elaine come into his life to be his guiding angel or will she tear his world, and that of his coven family, apart?
Available from Amazon:
Excerpt: In a room full of people Ferris could remain totally unnoticed. It was almost as though he were invisible. He heard things that way, saw things that others missed. Fiori suspected that was part of his magic. However, at the moment, he was completely and totally the centre of herattention as his warm, wet tongue teased its way down and around the pucker peaks and the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. One splayed hand cupped and fondled her tight pubic curls while the other worried open his fly. What he was doing to her body was also a part of his magic and way more of a surprise, considering the man’s unassuming nature, than his ability to blend in.
She writhed beneath him totally naked, just as she had been when he entered her room, gently easing her out of a bad dream, back into the Waking World, and into his arms. She didn’t know where he’d been before he came to her. The man seldom slept -- and him not even a ghost. He might have adjourned to the library after the rest of the house had entered the Dream World, or perhaps he had been in Skye’s bed sharing pleasure with her and Alice. He was generous with his affections. But then he’d hardly fit in at Elemental Cottage if he were otherwise.
How he had known she was having the dream again? How had he known about the dream at all? And yet he did, and she was glad that he came to her. ‘Sh! sh. It’s only a dream, Fiori,’ he whispered. ‘Only a dream.’ He’d brought her a glass of water from the bathroom and had returned with a soft white towel. While she drank as though she had just traversed the desert, he gently wiped the perspiration from her face and her shoulders. Then he took the glass away and moved the soft terrycloth knap in slow lazy circles down her back and her ribs as she slid into his arms, laying her head against his shoulder.
‘Do you want me to stay with you?’ he asked.
She only nodded, tightening her arms around his neck.
His black shirt was open and untucked and his nipples hardened as she slid her arms inside and up his back.
‘Do you want me to make love to you?’ He asked it as simply as a parent would ask a child if she would like a bedtime story. He asked it because he knew in a house where sex magic was practiced, healing came in the form of passion, and she nodded again because she knew that too. His cock was already hard, but then she had noticed that it often was. In those times when he allowed attention to be drawn to himself, in those times when he made his presence known he neither attempted to hide his erection nor did he attempt to flaunt it. It was the ease and the comfort of which he wore his own masculinity that made him seem like a much larger man than he really was. In spite of his chameleon nature, he was not shy by any means, and his stamina and his finesse made him a welcome edition to the beds of all of the Elemental witches and their consorts.
Impatient for the feel of him freed, she shoved at his trousers, the scrape of the zipper seeming unusually loud in the quiet room. He ran his hand down to aid her as she worried his cock free. He was neither large nor small. Even his cock was nothing unusual to draw attention to itself, and yet there was no one at Elemental Cottage who didn’t relish the thought of Ferris between their legs, of Ferris shifting and grinding as though his unassuming penis had a secret magic all its own once properly sheathed in an appreciative pussy or mouth or arsehole.
His breath caught with a grunt as she fisted the length of him and she could almost feel the ripples of lust rising up the vertebrae of his spine. For a second he wrapped his hand around hers and shifted his hips. Then he pulled her fingers free, kissing each one of them, running his tongue in ticklish strokes over the tips, making her hips rock against the mattress. ‘I’m going to taste you now. I can already smell how good you’ll be.’ With a wriggle of his arse and a shove with his feet he shed his trousers as he crawled down between her thighs, nudging her open with the smoothly shaven wedge of his jaw, clearing the way with nose and lips, teeth and tongue. The humidity of his breath blew across her clit, which rose up in anticipation.
‘There,’ he said, his fingers parting her as agiley and exactingly as if he were a pianist and she were his instrument. For an age he studied her, fingered her, arranged her as though there were only one way, the best way to approach her dark, heavy folds, and he would not partake until he knew exactly what would bring all of her focus, all of her energy, all of her arousal to the very centre of his attention. ‘And now --’ his words were little more than a rush of breath ‘--I’ll give you what you need.’ He took her with his whole mouth, hunched over her like a lion at his prey, the muscles of his shoulders flexed tight, dusted and gilded in moonlight. And she felt the bloom of her arousal like a bud swelling, bursting, opening. Then the bloom became an explosion rising up from someplace suspended above the base of her spine. He held her hips, held her steady with strength his body belied as she bucked against his mouth, as she convulsed, as the moon moved in and out amid the undulation of slate clouds.
In the hazy vision of heat he seemed larger than himself, much larger than himself as though his arousal, their arousal together had released something broader of shoulder, deeper of chest, darker of memory and, as the moon disappeared, the power of him rose like a shadow thick and all-consuming and, somehow, other than himself. The hair on the back of her neck rose. Gooseflesh prickled over her breasts, even as she rocked out her orgasm against his mouth.
But before the tingle of uncertainty and the edge of fear could take hold, the moon reappeared and unassuming Ferris gave her clit on last hard tug with his lips and then rose over her, positioning himself, easing her open with his knees and his hips.
‘I need you in me,’ she said, her voice nearly lost in her struggle for oxygen.
‘A need which I share,’ came his urgent reply. It took no more than the tucking of his hips and a single thrust and he was in deep. She was slick and ready for him, gripping him as though she hadn’t just come, as though she were desperate for him to take her. With arms much stronger than they looked, he lifted her legs around his hips and positioned himself so that with each thrust he raked her clit, and she could almost swear that in the stark relief of moonlight and shadow his eyes were onyx black and yet bright, so bright. Even in the glow of a nearly full moon, he road her in the light of an after image that made no sense, and she was reminded that not even Ferris understood his own magic. The closer they both came to orgasm the larger and heavier the after image grew. And the larger the after image, the harder they strained for release. When orgasm broke over them, so did the shadow, consuming them for the briefest of moments and then receding behind their own efforts to recover themselves taking with it Fiori’s urge to speak of it, to question it.
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.K D has erotica published with 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.
Find K D Here:
Heat of the Day WINS!
I'm delighted to announce that Heat of the Day WON The Romance Reviews Reader's Choice Award for best GBLT menage!
When three become two with no explanation, emotions run high, passions flare and hearts are ripped apart. Everyone can remember a perfect summer—one with endless blue skies, a heart brimming with true love and nights full of hot, sweaty lust. Well, we've just had a summer like that, Piper and I, and it was spent in Spain with a man who had that certain je ne sais quoi that we couldn't resist.
Seraphim came into our lives and blinded us with his beauty, his charisma and his exotic charm. His generosity with his mind, his affection and his body blew us away and the three of us became a joyously tangled trio who needed nothing more than to be together.
So when he left, when we had no way of tracing him, the despair was black, the pain raw and our only comfort was each other. But why did Sera leave? What would make a man walk away from his lovers? And if he showed up again on the doorstep, what the hell would happen after so much angst? One thing's for sure, it would be an explosive reunion in many ways. Absence might make the heart grow fonder, but it can make the rest of the body highly volatile as need wars with hurt, and pain collides with desire.
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May 8, 2016
Sinful Sunday
I'm joining in on Sinful Sunday today for the first time ever! I've met Molly a few times and enjoyed her talks on photography, so with that in mind, here's my contribution...
Dance Like No One Is Watching.
May 1, 2016
Beauty of a Woman BlogFest
Welcome to The Beauty of a Woman BlogFest hosted by August McLaughlin. It's great to have you here, and do make sure you stop around all the hosting sites, including August's to enter great contests and get prizes from Global Girlfriend.
Marilyn Monroe, sigh, one of the most photographed women ever and arguably one of the most beautiful. And, like all women, certainly the ones I know including myself, her body shape changed, it wasn't static. Likely that was to do with what was going on in her life at the time, happy, sad, working for a movie. Though of course that's just my assumption. Was she as confident as she looked with her body shape in all it's different forms? Did she even think about it? And was food ever an issue?
Of course I can't answer these questions, but in my latest novel, Desk Job, I decided to have a heroine, Stella, who did have body shape issues, to the point that in her history she suffered with anorexia.
I'm no expert on anorexia but in this day and age it's impossible to have not seen it to some degree in the world around me. So I drew on my experiences and created a heroine who had recovered, but does still have to work at recovery. It is of course helped by the fact her two sexy bosses have major crushes on her and no qualms about sharing in the office or in the bedroom!
Desk Job isn't a book about anorexia, it's a book about a sexy, confident woman who is making it in the professional world. She has said goodbye to the demons who like to whisper hateful things in her ear that eroded her self-worth. That's not to say they don't rear their ugly heads from time to time, they do, but right now, things are going great...
Here's a snippet from the beginning of the Desk Job...
The weekend sauntered by. The weather was warm which seemed to inject laziness into me.I cleaned my apartment, added some small flowering plants to a tub I had on my miniscule balcony, and caught up with reading I’d been meaning to do—a lovely new romance book by one of my favorite authors.Monday came round and I spent longer than I’d planned straightening the seams on the new stockings I’d bought. Sian had insisted on treating me to them as a good luck present, saying they’d work just right with my black patent heels, black pencil skirt and sheer sky-blue blouse. She was, of course, right. They’d turned a smart outfit into one with just a little bit of sass, and there was no harm in that. Subtle sass I could work with.I added a slim silver necklace with a heart pendent that hung just above my cleavage and swept my hair into a twist on the crown of my head. I then decided to splash out on a cab rather than battling The Tube. The last thing I wanted was to arrive at the interview all hot and sweaty and with damp patches on the underarms of my top. No, I needed to give the impression of smooth efficiency, an unruffled demeanor, and someone who could pre-empt a busy person’s needs.The offices of Wainwright and Bramon were set in a tall building constructed of steel and blue-tinted glass. I stepped through the revolving doors, my heels clicking on the hard tiled floor, and made my way up to a reception desk.I noticed a man wearing glasses glance my way. His attention lingered. Yes, I looked good. I had the type of round hips that were impossible not to roll as I walked and now, wearing high heels, that sway was even more pronounced.A shiver of nerves went up my spine. I hadn’t always felt so confident about my shape but after a scary year where I’d realized I wasn’t eating enough and had become way too thin, I’d bucked up. A course of sessions with a therapist and some strategies that helped me get to a healthy weight again, put paid to that problem.And I intended for it to stay that way. Making myself ill to look a certain way was not how I wanted to live my life.“Hello,” I said to the receptionist. “I’m here for Wainwright and Bramon.”“Yes, twenty-sixth floor. The elevator is just there.” She jabbed her pen to the right.“Thank you.” I headed for the lift, checking my hair for loose strands.As I rode to the twenty-sixth floor, I went over again what I’d learned about the company I was hoping to work for. Owned by two men, Andre Bramon and Tristan Wainwright, it was an up and coming marketing firm with an impressive list of clients. Fifteen people were employed in a range of roles and from what I gathered,the joint owners were very much hands on in the day-to-day running of the company.It was also very convenient for me, only a short cab ride or three stops on The Tube. Whatever the weather, I’d be able to get to work and it wouldn’t cost me an arm and a leg either.I pulled in a deep breath as the elevator slowed. This was it. Time to do my stuff. This job would be the answer to a whole host of rather pressing problems.The doors slid open and the scent of new carpet and polish filled my nose. I stepped out, my heels now quiet on the soft flooring. The lights were muted, not harsh like the ones in the reception area and the furniture was made of rich, dark oak. It had a nice feel to it, luxury, contemporary, but also comfortable.A woman with a tight blonde bun and black glasses paused typing and looked up. “Can I help you?”“I’m here for an interview. Stella Wright.”“Oh, yes, of course.” She stood. “If you’d like to come this way, Andre is waiting for you.”Andre? Did that mean I was to be interviewed by one of the partners?I quashed a knot of nerves. That was fine. Of course he’d want to interview me. I would after all, if I got the job, be running his life Monday to Friday, nine-to-five.I followed the young woman past several offices, all of which had their doors closed. I then came to one that was open an inch.The woman knocked.“Come in,” called a deep voice.“Stella Wright is here. For the eleven o’clock interview.” “Yes, yes, send her in.”I glanced at my watch. I wasn’t late, in fact I was ten minutes early, but somehow I felt as though I’d kept him waiting.“Please, go through.” The woman stepped out of the way andindicated the office.“Thanks.” I gripped the strap of my bag a little tighter andwondered if maybe I’d gone over the top with my outfit. She wore plain black trousers, flat shoes and a shapeless red top.Stepping into the office, I paused for a moment to let my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. Blinds were half pulled at the windows and the dark furniture appeared nearly black. Sitting behind a huge desk was a man in a suit. He had blond hair and his face was lit by the computer screen in front of him.“Ah, hello,” he said, standing and walking around the desk. “You must be Stella.”“Yes. Mr Bramon, right?”He smiled, a warm easy grin that went right up to his blue eyes. “Spot on. Please, sit.” He gestured to one of the low bucket chairs in front of the desk and to my surprise, took the one next to it rather than heading back around to where he’d been sitting.I settled myself, set my bag on the floor, and crossed my legs. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air, something light and fresh, a little peppery maybe.“I’ve just been through your CV,” he said, folding his arms and creasing his suit jacket. “I see you worked at Naddra.”“Yes, for several years. I was personal assistant to the human resources director. It’s a shame the company went into liquidation. I was very happy there.”Again he smiled. “And what was it about Naddra that made you happy?”Interesting question. “Well, it was a convenient commute, only a few minutes from here in fact.”He nodded as though he already knew this.“And it kept me busy. I don’t like twiddling my thumbs, looking for things to do. I’d rather be on the go when I’m at work.”“Well you certainly would be here.” He studied me for a moment. “You’d actually be personal assistant to both myself and my partner, Tristan Wainwright.”“Both of you?” I pressed my lips together and thought about it. I hadn’t been PA to two people before but I didn’t see it would be a major problem. I’d just have to be super organized, but I was good at that, heck, organized was my middle name.“Do you think that would be manageable for you?”“Well it’s a full time position so I don’t see why not. Perhaps on limited hours being PA to two busy marketing directors would be a challenge but that’s not the case here.”He smiled, his eye line dipping to my throat as though looking at my necklace. “Tristan is out of the country at the moment, otherwise I’d introduce you.”“Do you both travel a lot?”“Yes, we like to show our faces to the clients who are investing so much money and trust in us.” He looked back up at my face.I nodded.“So there would be plenty of flights to book, hotels, car hire, conference rooms, restaurants all that kind of thing.”“That’s fine. Any other duties over and above the normal?”“Not that I can think of.” He swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “It’s just having two of us to handle that you need to be sure about.”“I can manage that.” Could I? Yes, of course. But damn this guy was cute as a button in a hot and sexy kind of a way. Blonds weren’t usually my type but his angular features and broad shoulders had made my temperature go up a degree or two.He curled his hands around the arms of the chair. I glanced at his left ring finger. It was bare. A surge of something scarily like excitement burst in my stomach. I beat it down. What was I doing? I hoped he was going to be my new boss. The man I’d have to be one step ahead of. There was no point thinking of him as a potential bed partner. That would be just too damn awkward for my job when things went wrong.I uncrossed my legs and smoothed at a crease on my skirt, and then pulled in a deep breath. “Would you like me to go through my qualifications?”“No.” He shook his head and smiled. “I’ve already looked. I can see that you’d be perfect for the job. You have over and above the experience we were hoping for.”“Oh ... that’s good then.”“Yes. It is.” He stood and walked to the window, then stared out at the city sprawling in front of him. The fractured light littered his suit jacket and dust motes floated in the air around him. “When can you start?”“Er ... pardon.”“When can you start?” He turned. “I’ll be completely honest with you, Stella.” He paused. “May I call you that?”“Yes. Of course. It’s my name.”The right side of his mouth twitched into a half smile. “Yes.” He sat in the big leather chair on the opposite side of his desk and studied me. “We need someone now. Someone who can start rightaway and get to grips with the job as quickly as possible. We’re a fast, dynamic company, there’s always something happening, we’re on the move, upwards, and there’s no time to waste.”“I understand that.”He nodded. “So you could start tomorrow?” “Tomorrow?” I was expecting the beginning of the nextmonth, or the following Monday, but tomorrow...“Yes. Tristan is away, I have a ton of things to be getting onwith and I’m here in the office all week. I could show you the ropes so to speak. I’d be around to answer any questions you have.”“Isn’t the er ... old PA here?” That would be usual procedure, to have a hand over as such. I wondered if it were the girl who’d shown me into the office.He shifted in his seat and his shoulders tensed. “No. She left, suddenly.”“Can I ask why?”He tilted his chin. “I guess Tristan and I...”A silence stretched between us. A clock ticked in the corner. “Tristan and you...?” I prompted.“We try to be thoughtful, considerate, not too demanding butsometimes, when our heads are full of a new project, new ideas, we can be a little distracted.”“I see.”“But we’ve vowed to do better. By you.” He leaned forward. “I want you, I mean we want you, to be happy here. To stay long term and enjoy your work. So please, anything you need, anything that’s not right. You must say, give us a chance to fix it before you walk away.”I couldn’t remember even agreeing to take the job on and yet here he was asking me not to leave.I stroked my necklace. Clearly they were desperate for someone to pick up the slack, sort out their diaries and the logistics of their lives. I could do that. And it was a very decent pay package too. “Am I the only applicant?”“The only one who could interview today.”“And you want me to start tomorrow?”“If you could, that would be great.”“And do you have more candidates to interview tomorrow?”“They’ll be cancelled immediately if you accept the position, Stella. I have a feeling you’re just what we need and I hope we’re just what you need.”“Well in that case.” I reached for my bag, then stood. I set back my shoulders and let a smile spread on my face. “Get on the phone and tell the agency the position is filled.”He grinned. “Great.” He also stood, then stretched his hand out.I took it. His fingers were big and warm and he shook with strength but also with a slight reserve that I suspected he kept for women.“I’ll see you in the morning then.”“Yes,” he said. “You will.”
As you can probably tell, Stella is going to have a lot of fun working at Wainwright and Bramon. Tristan turns out to be just as sexy as Andre in a dark and brooding kind of a way. Which doesn't work at first for Stella, but when the guys put an offer on the table she can't refuse, things soon heat up! Keep reading to enjoy an extract from Desk Job when the two bosses decide to let Stella know just how attractive they find her.
“You’re going to be the most pampered, indulged, adored woman in London,” Andre said.“And satisfied.” Tristan slid his hand higher, so his fingertips sat over the zipper of my pants.“I’m looking forward to all these promises being fulfilled,” I said.“And they will be.” Tristan nuzzled my ear.I tipped my head closer to his and at the same time threaded my fingers with Andre’s. Damn this was hot.I focused on the far side of the room. The waitress was setting an empty table, and her gaze was fixed on us.God, what is she thinking?Here I was with two hot men. I’d kissed them both, was being touched by them both. Any number of things could be running through her mind about me.“We should take this somewhere else,” I said, pushing gently at Tristan.“Mmm, where do you have in mind?”“I live around the corner.”“Are you inviting us?” Andre asked.“You know damn well I am.” I paused. “If you both want to,that is.”“Yes. We do.” Tristan pulled back then stood. He looked down at me, a dark flash of determination crossing his eyes. “I want to finish something I started yesterday.” He held out his hand. “If that’s okay with you, Stella.”A quiver attacked my belly. He wanted to fuck. Now. Soon. Back at my place.I couldn’t deny I wanted him, so I took his hand and allowed him to pull me up.Andre dropped a few notes on the table and also stood. “We won’t always both be around at the same time.”“But you are today,” I said.“Yes.”Tristan tugged me toward the door. I followed, aware ofAndre right behind me.Stepping out onto the street, I squinted in the bright sunshine.A road sweeper passed by with its rotating brushes creating a loud whoosh just feet from ours.“Which way?” Tristan asked over the din.“Up there.” I nodded to my right. “Then left at the end.” We walked quickly, Tristan holding my hand. I wanted to reach for Andre’s too, but didn’t. What would people think?Andre set his hand against the small of my back, the heat of his palm penetrating my silky blouse.It felt nice, as if I were connected to him as well.As we approached my building I wondered what the systemwould be. Would Tristan and I have alone time in my bedroom then Andre switch places with him? Or would we all pile into bed together? What if they both wanted me at the same time? How the hell would that work?We took the elevator, there was an elderly couple going up to the same floor as I lived, so we rode in silence.I unlocked the front door to my flat. What would they make of it? It was nothing like Andre’s posh place and probably a fraction of the size of Tristan’s. But the thought had barely formed in my mind and I was suddenly in Tristan’s arms and he was pulling me close.“Come here,” he said, his voice husky with lust.I gasped and slid my hands around the back of his neck.The door shut and I found my backside up against the hallway table where I kept keys and mail. Several letters and a spare set of keys fell to the floor.“Tristan?”He was roaming his hands over my hips. His kisses landed on my cheek, my ear and my neck.“Do you have any objections if I fuck you right here, like this, right now?” His breath was hot in my ear.“Er...” Did I? “No.”“Thank fuck for that.” He found my mouth and kissed me wildly.I gripped his top and yanked it from his jeans. I then pulled it over his head, exposing his hair-coated chest and lean abdomen and making him break the kiss.As I took a moment to admire his torso, he worked at my trousers, undoing the buttons.He stepped back to yank my trousers and knickers off.Andre was behind him, his lips parted and his eyes wide as he stared at me sitting butt naked on the table with Tristan maneuvering my Capri pants over my feet. He had a bulge behind his zipper, and I guessed he was enjoying the view.Fuck, is he going to watch?Tristan was back over me, his face inches from mine and his dark eyes focused. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you are.”I cupped his jaw and parted my legs as he stepped between them. He was beautiful too.“Are you wet for me?” he asked, sliding his hand up my inner thigh.“Yes.”“Have you been wet for me this week? Did you think of us together?”I hesitated, then, “Yes.”The left side of his mouth twitched into a half smile as he eased his fingers through the folds of my pussy. “Oh yeah, you’re wet. We’re so ready for this.”I fluttered my eyes shut and let my head fall back.He caught my crown in his palm and pressed his cheek to mine. “I’m going to make you come so hard. So fucking hard.”“Yes.”“And Andre is going to watch, then he’s going to make you come really fucking hard too.”“Ahh...” I gasped as he pushed two, maybe three fingers into me. “Yes.”“Can you handle us?”“Yes.” I squirmed onto his fingers. “Yes, fuck me.”He pulled out.I moaned at the loss and opened my eyes. “Tristan.”He undid his trousers and shoved them and his boxers to histhighs. His cock sprang forward. The shaft was dark and thick, the end shiny and red. The hair on his belly became denser as it met his pubic hair.“Condom,” he muttered.“Here.” Andre passed him one then stayed standing close to us.Quickly, Tristan tore at the wrapper then unrolled the latex down his cock. His hands were shaking slightly, his movements fast and efficient. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “I can’t remember ever being so desperate to bury deep.”Andre pushed a lock of hair behind my ear. His gaze caught mine.I was breathing fast, the need to feel Tristan inside me had created a tremor over my skin. I gave Andre a quick nod, to let him know I was okay with what was happening.He stepped away.“Like this,” Tristan said, scooping one hand beneath my ass and placing the other on my lower back. “Wrap your legs around me.”I was already doing that but hooked my ankles together and angled my entrance toward his cock.The smooth dome of his glans pushed forward, and he eased in.I held my breath and stared into his eyes as he penetrated me. On and on he went, taking more, filling me.The stretch was exquisite, and he was so damn hard.“Ah, yeah, you’re so tight,” he said breathlessly. “You’re hugging my cock.”“More.” I tightened my thighs around his waist.He gave it. A sudden fast shunt to full depth as he pulled me onto him.The table banged against the wall. His body bumped into my clit.I gripped his shoulders and gasped.“You want it fast?” he asked against my lips.“Yes. Yes.”“Thank God for that.”He pulled almost out then steamed in again. The table knocked the wall once more but I didn’t care. Tristan inside me, over me, rubbing up against me, was all I could think of.He repeated the action again and again. Fucking me with wild passion and energy.My pussy heated, my clit strained for more. His cock was working me inside and creating a pressure I knew would soon overspill.The table was deafening as it hit the wall each time he plunged to full depth.I dug my fingernails into his shoulders.He scraped his stubble over my cheek and rested his mouth by my ear.His rapid breaths were loud. I shut my eyes and became lost in him, lost in the sensation he’d built in me.“Fuck, I’m coming...” he moaned.“Yes ... come...”He upped the already frantic tempo and toppled me into ecstasy.I cried out as bliss swept over my body, bursting from my clit and spreading over all my nerves.He groaned, long and abandoned and seated himself deep, holding me tight against him.I was aware of his cock pulsing as my internal muscles contracted around his shaft.“Fuck ... so damn ... good,” he said into my ear. “Fuck.” I opened my eyes, my orgasm still thumping through me. Andre was watching us, though now he’d removed his top, revealing his gorgeous chest. His jeans were also undone and his right hand was down the front of them.“Oh my God,” Tristan said, raising his head and capturing my cheeks. “That was...”I was breathless as I stared up at him.“Fucking hot,” Andre said, appearing at my side.“Yeah ... I’ll second that.” Tristan kissed my forehead with along, lingering press of his lips.Unhooking my legs from around him, I let them hang from the table.Tristan stepped back and as he did so, slid his cock from me. I pressed my legs together.“I hope we didn’t disturb the neighbors too much,” I said, thinking of the noise against the wall.“Baby, the neighbors will know both of our names by the time we’ve finished with you,” Andre said.I giggled then drew in a deep breath. “Phew, that was energetic.”“I’m sorry, was it too much?” Tristan asked. “I don’t know what came over me, I guess I’ve just been having seriously sexy thoughts about you. I—”“Shh.” I pressed my fingers over his lips. “There’s nothing wrong with passion. Please don’t apologize. And besides, I told you I could handle it.”He rubbed his palm up my thigh. “You’re amazing, you know that.”“I’m not really, but I don’t mind you saying it.” I smiled.“You are amazing, and you’ve got too much on.” Andre reached for the top button of my blouse. He carefully undid it, then the next and the next until it hung open and exposed my white lace bra.“Pretty,” Andre said then swept his tongue over his bottom lip.“Shame it has to come off.” Tristan reached for the front clasp, twisted and released it.As he took the bra away, my breasts hung heavy, my nipples brushing the silky material of my blouse.“And this,” Andre said, gently pushing the blouse out of the way. “Off, we need you naked.”As it slipped down my back and pooled around my ass on the table, the cool air washed over me. I was sitting naked in front of my two hot bosses, my pussy was still quivering after an intense orgasm and I wanted more. I wanted whatever it was they wanted to give me.Fuck, this is making up for the drought in my sex life.“You have the best tits ever,” Tristan said, staring at my chest. “Give me strength.”Andre smiled and circled my right nipple with his finger.I sighed and fluttered my eyes shut as it tightened beneath his touch.“So sensitive,” Andre said quietly. “And responsive,” Tristan added. My left nipple heated.I opened my eyes.Tristan was sucking on my nipple, his tongue rolling against it.“Mmm...” I said, resting my hand on his hair. He could do that all damn day.Andre hooked his finger beneath my chin and kissed me.I clung to his shoulder and allowed his sweet sexy flavor to fill my mouth.“I want you,” he murmured, pulling back.“So have me.”“Oh I will, don’t you worry.” He gave me a sinful smile then stooped. He took my right nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. “Oh God,” I gasped, staring at the top of his head.A bolt of lust went straight to my clit. Never in my wildestdreams had I thought of this scenario. Having my breasts caressed and my nipples teased by two gorgeous men at the same time.My clit trembled and my pussy tensed around nothing. I’d just orgasmed but the thought of another was very appealing. These guys had better deliver what they’d promised.
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April 30, 2016
Sunday Snog
Welcome to Sunday Snog! This week a steamy snippet from Breathe You In my super sexy romance in the What's Her Secret? line.
We fell into our hotel room. Ruben kicked the door shut and dropped the key to the floor. Next thing I knew I was up against the wall, my wrists held above me in just one of his hands. He was staring down at me, his nostrils flaring as he breathed fast.“Tell me this is it,” he said, palming my left breast through my dress with his free hand.“Yes, this is it,” I panted.“You and me?”“Yes, you and me.”He smiled, not in his usual sweet way but in a downright predatory way. “And what do you want?”Excitement and anticipation swirled in my belly. Between my legs I was buzzing for attention. “You, Ruben. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”He gritted his teeth, but only briefly because then he caught my mouth in a wild kiss.I pushed against him as he drove me harder into the wall with his body. There was nothing weak about him. He had me held tight with his chest, his belly and legs all taut with muscle and his lust as powerful as any force I’d ever known.I matched him kiss for kiss, looped my right leg around one of his. Tried to move my arms but couldn’t.“Like this,” he said, suddenly releasing me and spinning me to face the long mirror next to us. “Bend over. Put your arms out.”I stooped and pressed my palms onto the cool surface. He yanked my short dress up to my waist and tugged my knickers off.
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"Simply breathtaking."
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April 29, 2016
My Sexy Love ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS139
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, this week we're chatting about that one person who you just can't live without. But what happens when it turns out there are two people you just can't live without? That's what happens to my heroine in Desk Job, luckily for Stella, but it seems these two sexy guys don't mind sharing.
Meow. Lullabelle jumped down from her favorite spot on the windowsill.
“Lullabelle, we have visitors,” I said. “Say hello.”She stopped and stared at Andre.“Hey, she’s lovely,” Tristan said.Lullabelle turned her attention to him and gave him a haughty glare. She then turned, tail up, and stalked toward my bedroom. It was clear she had no intention of being polite.
“Sorry,” I said. “She’s not used to strangers.” “We’re not strangers.” Andre kissed the side of my head. “We’re your men.” “And she’ll get used to us.” Tristan smiled and glanced around. “Nice place.” “I like it.” “It’s pretty, like you,” Andre said, encouraging me to sit on the sofa. The cool material felt strange against my bare ass. I didn’t usually sit on it naked. “It’s a good job no one can see into your window from up here,” Tristan said, nodding at the skyline. “It is quite private.” I followed his line of sight. “Yeah,” Andre said. “Because I think they’d get a shock if they saw this.” I turned my attention to him. He was rolling a condom on, his abs were tight and his skin taut over hard muscle. Tristan stepped up to me, his hard cock level with my face. “Do you know what I’ve been thinking of, a lot?” I shook my head. “Your pretty red lips around my dick.” He cupped his hand beneath my chin. “What? Like this?” I took hold of his hot shaft then formed a large ‘O’ with my mouth. I leaned forward and took him in deep. “Ah, fuck, yeah like that.”
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April 28, 2016
The Pact - OUT TODAY
Out Today - THE PACT - a seriously hot collection of MF and MM novellas from Mischief at HarperCollins. With original, new works from Justine Elyot, Rose de Fer, Ashley Hind, Willow Sears, Kathleen Tudor, Heather Towne, Giselle Renarde.
Featuring my first time MM story, I DARE YOU.
Dean is straight, Tommy is gay, and they're best friends who make a deal to take their friendship to a new level.
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April 27, 2016
The Tutor by KD Grace - Cover Reveal
Sometimes it Sizzles When Things Go Pear-shaped.
Post by KD Grace.
Preorder: 30th AugustEarly Download (on the TB website): 13thSeptemberGeneral Release: 11th October
I've been barely able to contain myself this past two weeks, just bursting to tell you the good news, and now at last I can. Not only can I tell you that my steamy contemporary romance novel, The Tutor, has been snapped up by the Totally Entwined imprint of Totally Bound, but I can now reveal the gorgeous cover which sizzles with the creative genius of Emmy Ellis.
The Tutor has a very special place in my heart because it had its beginnings last October at Smut Manchester during Kay Jaybee's wonderfully wicked "trip to the supermarket" workshop on inspiration. We were all given an item from the supermarket shelf and told we'd been called over the loudspeaker to go to the stockroom. From that we were to write the beginnings of a story about what we'd find in the stockroom and what we'd do with our item in said stockroom. I still remember the smug little smirk on Ms. Jaybee's face when she handed me the slip of paper that read A tin of pears in heavy syrup. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that before the weekend was out, I'd have the seeds for a novel that just had to be written. In fact, it needed to be written so badly that I signed up for NaNoWriMo -- National Novel Writing Month in November and wrote the whole 95K in one month! Here's just a taste of the end result. Enjoy!
Blurb:
Struggling writer, Kelly Blake has a secret life as a sex tutor. Celebrated sculptor and recluse, Alexander ‘Lex’ Valens, 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.
Excerpt:
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.K D has erotica published with 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.
Find K D Here:
Post by KD Grace.
Preorder: 30th AugustEarly Download (on the TB website): 13thSeptemberGeneral Release: 11th October
I've been barely able to contain myself this past two weeks, just bursting to tell you the good news, and now at last I can. Not only can I tell you that my steamy contemporary romance novel, The Tutor, has been snapped up by the Totally Entwined imprint of Totally Bound, but I can now reveal the gorgeous cover which sizzles with the creative genius of Emmy Ellis.
The Tutor has a very special place in my heart because it had its beginnings last October at Smut Manchester during Kay Jaybee's wonderfully wicked "trip to the supermarket" workshop on inspiration. We were all given an item from the supermarket shelf and told we'd been called over the loudspeaker to go to the stockroom. From that we were to write the beginnings of a story about what we'd find in the stockroom and what we'd do with our item in said stockroom. I still remember the smug little smirk on Ms. Jaybee's face when she handed me the slip of paper that read A tin of pears in heavy syrup. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that before the weekend was out, I'd have the seeds for a novel that just had to be written. In fact, it needed to be written so badly that I signed up for NaNoWriMo -- National Novel Writing Month in November and wrote the whole 95K in one month! Here's just a taste of the end result. Enjoy!
Blurb:
Struggling writer, Kelly Blake has a secret life as a sex tutor. Celebrated sculptor and recluse, Alexander ‘Lex’ Valens, 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.
Excerpt:
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.K D has erotica published with 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.
Find K D Here:
