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March 3, 2014
New Orleans On My Mind
Read all about that I time I threw cabbages at people today on the Harper Impulse blog!
Filed under: Holiday Tagged: Cabbage, Harper Impulse, Lisa Fox, Mardi Gras, Parade
March 2, 2014
Sex God Sunday
Mardi Gras is Tuesday! Join in the debauchery with my sexy Quickie, SINFULLY YOURS!
It was Mardi Gras night, and Bailey was horny. She stood on the corner of Bourbon and St. Peter, watching the people scream and cheer, exchange beads and bodily fluids. The night was humid, sultry and the air was heavy with the scent of sin and sex. Sweat damped the brows of the revelers as they wallowed in all kinds of depravity and hedonistic delights. Nothing was taboo on Mardi Gras and for the right amount of beads, even the dirtiest requests might be granted.
Filed under: Sex God Sunday Tagged: Erotic Romance, Mardi Gras, Mask, Sexy Men, Sinfully Yours
March 1, 2014
Saturday Video – Daft Punk – Instant Crush ft. Julian Casablancas
I’ve been kind of obsessed with this song lately – mostly just cause it’s AWESOME.
Filed under: Saturday Video Tagged: Daft Punk, Instant Crush, Julian Casablancas, Music
February 28, 2014
This Week In My World
February 27, 2014
February 26, 2014
The Initiation of Ms Holly by K D Grace – Relaunched!
K D Grace is here today to announce the relaunch of her uber-sexy novel, The Initiation of Ms Holly.
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February is the official re-launch for The Initiation of Ms Holly with US publisher, SourceBooks! I’ve been waiting for almost a year for this event. But some things are just worth the wait, and this is definitely one of them.
The Initiation of Ms Holly has had a wild couple of years. She’s found her way into the national newspapers, she’s made it onto national television and radio, she’s made it to number one on the Amazon UK paid erotica chart and on the free chart. Holly has even made her way into public libraries all across the UK!
Holly has done the Coast to Coast walk across England in a zip lock bag. (We couldn’t find any waterproofs in her size). She’s been to Las Vegas where she was read from at the famous Flamingo hotel. She’s been on the bookshelves in WH Smith stores in airports, train stations and along the motorways. That girl is well travelled! And as of this month, her adventure gets even bigger!
RT Book Reviews had this to say about Holly:
While the “exclusive BDSM club” trope is certainly not new, the author has found a way to make the story compelling with a variety of erotic characters and a slight hint of mystery. Readers will enjoy having a heroine like Rita who is comfortable with exploring her sexuality and will want to stick around to see if she emerges victorious when going up against the club’s wicked dominatrix. Caution: The sex in this book is both plentiful and scorching hot — oven mitts may be needed when turning the pages!
The Library Journal has included The Initiation of Ms Holly among what they consider the best of current erotic fiction!
The Initiation of Ms Holly is the novel that nearly didn’t get published, and yet, of all my novels, Holly has been the one that has taken me on the wildest ride – and still is! And I couldn’t be prouder.
To help Holly Celebrate her new cover, new release and continued adventure with SourceBooks Casablanca, here is a little teaser.
Blurb:
Journalist, Rita Holly, never dreamed sex with the mysterious Edward in the dark of a malfunctioning train would lead to a blindfolded, champagne-drenched tango, a spanking by a butch waitress, and an offer of initiation into the exclusive mysteries of The Mount. Desperate to save her threatened job, she agrees, scheming secretly to write an inside exposé on the club that will make her career. But as she delves deeper into the intrigue of The Mount and the lives of its members, she soon discovers that her heart may have other plans.
Available from: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/the-initiation-of-ms-holly/
Excerpt from The Initiation of Ms Holly:
He practically fell on top of Rita, his hand grazing her left breast in the complete darkness. She yelped and grabbed him to keep from losing her balance.
“God, I’m sorry!” He gasped. “Bloody nuisance, this, isn’t it?” His voice was warm, melodious, by far the most pleasant thing that had happened to Rita since she left Paris. “Oh dear. You’re trembling. Are you all right?”
“I’m claustrophobic” her words were thin and shaky, as though she didn’t fully trust herself to let them out. “It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t know where we are.” For an embarrassing moment, she realized she was still clinging to him, but the embarrassment passed, and suddenly she didn’t care. If they were going to die trapped in a train in the Eurostar tunnel, buried beneath a gazillion gallons of water, she’d just as soon not do it alone.
He either understood, or was too polite to leave her in such distress. He wrapped his arms around her engulfing her in a muscular embrace, the scent of which was maleness barely masked by deodorant and some spicy cologne, both fading at the end of a day much longer than either of them had anticipated. “Don’t worry.” In the darkness, he misjudged the distance between them and his lips brushed her earlobe. “It’s just an electrical malfunction. Anyway we’re better off down here than in the snowstorm up above. Sounds like all of London is shut down. Who’d have expected snow this late in the spring? Never mind that, where else do you get the chance to cuddle strangers in the dark?”
He pressed a little closer to her, and she was relieved to find other thoughts, thoughts more welcome than those of their predicament, pushing their way into her head. He felt good, broad-shouldered and tall, easy to lean on.
“Why are you huddled here in the corner rather than hunkered down in your seat?”
She concentrated on his warm breath pressing against the top of her ear. “I was on my way back from the loo when the lights went out and…”
“And this is as far as you got.”
She nodded against his chest, homing in on the reassuring sound of his heartbeat.
“Shall I help you back to your seat then?”
The train lurched forward, and she yelped again, tightening her grip around his neck. “No, please. It’s better if I just don’t move.”
There was a long pause. “Do you want me to stay with you?”
She realized the poor man had little choice clenched in her strangle hold, as he was. “I don’t want to be any trouble,” she lied.
He readjusted his stance and tightened his embrace. “No trouble at all. I can’t think of a better way to pass the time than in the arms of a beautiful woman. You are beautiful, aren’t you?”
In spite of the stress she felt, she forced a laugh. “Gorgeous, actually. Too bad you can’t see for yourself.”
He ran a hand down the contour of her spine to rest low on the small of her back. “I don’t have to see you to admire you.”
The thought that the man was rather cheeky barely crossed her mind before he lifted her fingers to his lips and planted a warm kiss across the back of her knuckles. “I’m Edward. I’m from London. Clearly you’re not.”
“Rita,’ she replied. ‘I’m from Seattle, but I live in London now.”
“Well Rita, from Seattle, we’ve established that you’re an exotic beauty. Perhaps you’d like to return the favour.” He lifted her hand to his face and guided it gently over the slight stubble of his cheek. As her hand cupped his well-formed chin, he pulled her middle finger into his mouth and nibbled it, teasing the pad of it with his tongue. Suddenly her struggle to breathe had nothing to do with being claustrophobic.
“Well?” He asked pulling her hand away to massage her fingers. “What do you think? Am I acceptable?”
If he was cheeky, she was downright brazen. She stopped his words with her mouth, amazed at how easily she had found the mark in total darkness. Perhaps it was the darkness that made her so bold, but whatever it was, he didn’t disappoint. His mouth was warm, opening eagerly to the probing of her tongue, responding in kind, caressing her hard pallet, nipping at the fullness of her lower lip before pulling away just enough to speak.
“There, you see? It’s not so bad being in the dark, is it? The other senses are too often overlooked, which is very sad, since they offer such exquisite delights.” His hand moved up to cup her cheek, and he raked a thumb across her still parted lips. “Taste, for example. Few pleasures exceed that of the tongue.”
She heard him fumbling in the darkness, then she heard the rattling of foil. ‘Open your mouth,’ he whispered. “I have something that’ll make you feel better, guaranteed. Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing illegal.”
Reluctantly she opened her mouth, which he primed with a wet kiss, then slipped a chocolate truffle between her lips. It was covered liberally in cocoa and warmed exquisitely almost, but not quite to the steamy melting point of his body temperature, which only enhanced the sharp, edgy flavor that separates expensive chocolate from the cheap stuff.
She gasped her surprise, then moaned softly at the intensity of the taste.
“Don’t bite,” he kissed her jaw, then her throat. “Savour it, roll it around in your mouth. There are places on the tongue that taste only sweet and places that taste only bitter or salt, or sour. Chocolate can have all those flavors. Caress it in your mouth like you’re making love to it, and you’ll be amazed at what you taste.”
She cheeked the truffle, slurring her words as she spoke. “I thought I was tasting you.”
He chuckled softly. “Everything tastes better with chocolate.” Without another word, he took her mouth, plunging his tongue deep against the melting truffle, whirling it, lapping at it, sighing with the pleasure of it. The more liquid and heated the truffle became, the more liquid and heated Rita became.
About K D Grace/Grace Marshall
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, HarperCollins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, along with the newly released sequel, Fulfilling the Contract, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave 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. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.
Links:
http://www.facebook.com/kdgraceauthor
http://www.twitter.com/kd_grace
Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: BDSM, Erotic Romance, K D Grace, Relaunch, The Initiation of Ms. Holly
February 25, 2014
February 24, 2014
It Was All For Love
Join me at Java Karma today to read the true story of what I will do for coffee.
Filed under: Java Karma Tagged: Coffee, Java Karma, Lisa Fox, Love, Sexy Coffee, Sexy Men
February 23, 2014
Sex God Sunday
Here is a little snippet from my Mardi Gras Quickie, Sinfully Yours.
He gave the beads another tug, dragging her back against him. The strand was tight around her throat, pressing against the back of her neck, making her acutely aware of how in control he truly was. All he had to do was yank them again and he could take whatever he wanted. Their eyes met and they were frozen, locked in each other’s gazes. A power struggle passed between them and was decided in the endless fraction of a second it took for her to look away. Her cheeks burned, and she was thoroughly wet when he released her. His smile said he knew it too. He took a step back and smoothed the beads down over her breasts, taking his time to arrange them to his liking while subtly copping a few feels.
Filed under: Sex God Sunday Tagged: Ellora's Cave, Erotic Romance, Mardi Gras, Sexy Men, Sinfully Yours
February 22, 2014
Saturday Video – Celebrities Read Mean Tweets #1
Sad, but so, so, so, so funny!
Filed under: Saturday Video Tagged: Celebrities Read Mean Tweets, Jimmy Kimmel, Just for Fun
