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May 24, 2014
The west just got wilder
For some reason, I’d never really written a gay scene between two guys. The situation just hadn’t arisen in my stories (which normally feature a female protagonist). Having said that, in my fan fiction I’ve included one or two moments of exploration between two straight men, but there’s always a girl waiting to distract them. I knew I’d remedy this situation sooner or later, so when Totally Bound asked me to write an MMF threesome story for their cowboy anthology, I jumped right in. Dust and Desire, my story in the newly released anthology Lasso Lovin’ is the result. (Dust and Desire will be released as a stand-alone soon.) Yes, there’s still a girl, but the guys get to have a good time together when she’s not around.
I went for the man-on-man action right from the word go. By page three, Chase and Riff are going for it. And, boy, did I love writing it. Luckily, my concerns about whether or not I could write effective MM sex vanished. The only issue was all those similar body parts. How to distinguish one cock from another? And all those ‘he’s … Tricky. But I managed. ;-)
Here’s an extract. Hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it. Here, Chase discovers his nemesis, Riff Felton, trespassing on his property, and confronts him.
Chase pushed him hard, pressing his face against the wall and leaning into him malevolently, his heated breath forced from him in his rage. The muzzle of his gun was thrust into the side of Riff’s neck, right where the vein throbbed hot and livid.
“I told you,” urged Chase, “never to show your face round here again, you son of a bitch. I don’t forget, Felton.”
“I can tell,” said Riff, and far from showing fear, his voice contained a hint of amusement. He pushed back, his tight muscles rubbing against Chase. Chase let his breath fall on the other man’s neck, knowing it would warm him… Remind him… Riff’s voice dropped lower. “You missed it, didn’t you?”
Oh Jesus, he had, so fucking much. Chase was back to warm, muggy nights, nights spent under the vast skies, alone save for the stars and him. He was back. He was lost.
Instinctively, as if retracing a path he knew so well, Chase moved his hand down and round, finding him full and hard and ready. Riff gave a deep, throaty moan. “I missed it, Chase. I’ve come back for it. I can’t fuckin’ do without it.”
Barely thinking, Chase undid the buttons of Riff’s leather pants and slipped his knowing fingers inside. Riff’s cock was ready for him, as ready as it always had been. Long and thick, it lurched out. Chase took it and began rubbing in the way he knew Riff loved, using the moisture leaking from the head to lubricate. Up and down, around, hard, fast, assured, he pumped the thick shaft of his enemy, his best friend, his lover. He lowered his gun, uncocked it, and let the weapon fall to the ground. Chase brought his hand up again to Riff’s mouth and pushed his fingers inside the warm wetness. Riff closed his lips on them and sucked hungrily, all the while moaning as pleasure took hold.
“You know what you do to me, you bastard. You know how I love your cock, how I dream of your fuckin’ cock,” slurred Chase.
“You wan’ it? Huh? You wan’ it again? It’s yours, Chase.”
Riff pulled out of Chase’s hold and spun around to face him. Their lips met, hungry and open. Riff held Chase’s head brutally and attacked his mouth with his own, forcing his tongue in deep and hard to claim him. Chase was powerless to stop it, mindless to prevent it. He wanted it as he always had, ever since Riff—rough, cocky, eighteen—had turned up on the front porch of the ranch asking for work.
Riff took hold of Chase’s shirt in his rough hands and ripped. He tore it with ease and ran his fingers over the firm swell of Chase’s chest. “Jesus, you’re even harder than I remember. I could fuckin’ sharpen a blade on this body.”
“Knowin’ you, you’d probably try it.”
Riff chuckled. “Think I’d rather try this.” He moved quickly and smoothly. Chase found himself pinned against the wall in the same way he’d just held Riff, but now Riff was the one taking up position behind, and it was Chase’s pants being undone. He braced himself with his hands against the wall and waited, letting Riff lead. It worked this way. It always did. Chase’s cock bucked in anticipation. His pants were pushed down to his ankles, exposing him fully. Chase leant down, making his ass jut out invitingly.
Chase tensed momentarily—he hadn’t done this in a while. But Riff was as prepared as ever—he rubbed a cool smear of lotion around Chase’s willing asshole.
“Jesus, you’re hot for me. Fuck, Chase, I’m comin’ home.” And Chase felt that glorious stretch, that fantastic singing brightness of pain that soon dulled into fullness and warmth, as Riff squeezed into him. He did it as he always had, slow but sure, letting him know he wasn’t going to go easy, but not harsh enough to deny pleasure.
Chase groaned. He was full again, complete. Riff edged harder up into him, harder and deeper until he nudged against that sweet place inside and made stars burst out behind his closed eyelids.
Lasso Lovin’, featuring Dust and Desire and other stories by fabulous authors Jenna Byrnes, Nan Comargue, Alysha Ellis, Jambrea Jo Jones, and Wendi Zwaduk, is available now.
May 22, 2014
Free for all
I like this free story thing on Amazon. My sales have jumped since Spontaneous has been free. And the good news is, it’s free in the UK too. Get it while you can. Short and sweet, trust me.
And if you want to stick a review up, that would be really, really nice.
Really nice.
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May 19, 2014
Little steps
So, for some reason or other, Spontaneous has decided to climb up the Amazon ranks a bit and has finally made it onto some bestseller charts. It’s dragged its partners in crime Exposed and Sated with it. I know it’s only a little thing, but it’s made me smile.
If you want to join in the fun, click here. It’s still free in the States!
Book One in the Suited to You trilogy
May 17, 2014
Free at last!
Spontaneous is free! At least in the US. Book One in the Suited to You trilogy is yours for absolutely nothing right now.
It’s the weekend, it’s hot (the weather and the words) – and this read is quick, smooth and jam-packed with steamy action, character and dialogue. Get it while you can.
Tara is a young professional 21st century girl like any other, but she certainly knows how to ease out the tensions of the day. Join her on her journey with The Suit as, with him and others, she explores all kinds of spontaneous and exhibitionist scenarios. Just don’t fall for him! … Easier said than done.
Book One in the Suited to You trilogy
May 3, 2014
Out of the Storm
I’ve always been fascinated by the First World War. One hundred years on, it still resonates as the moment the world was dragged into the modern age. I’m not going to linger on the futility or horror of it now, but part of its fascination rests with the fact that it was when humanity teetered on the brink of the old and the new. Sadly, what brought it into the new was destructive in the extreme, but I am left with an abiding feeling of people, young men in particular, stepping back from it after with their eyes wide open, staring in bewilderment, not only at the horror they experienced, but that they are suddenly in such a different place.
I suppose this is the sort of situation I was exploring in my book, Out of the Storm. It deals with a man, scarred by the war, who is struggling to come to terms with life after the conflict. He has shut himself away, and it takes a very modern young woman to reawaken him.
It has a Jane Eyre/Rebecca feel to it: set in a gloomy, mysterious school on the moors in a world struggling to find its feet.
Out of the Storm is available now for 77p or similar from Amazon, Xcite Books and all good online retailers.
And a little extract:
He glowered at her furiously. ‘How dare you confront me with this, today of all days?’
‘Why should another day make any difference? What’s so special about today?’
His face grew so pale she feared a sudden illness had struck him.
‘Because today is the anniversary.’ Before her eyes, he seemed to shrink into the memory of his dead comrades. His voice was barely audible. ‘Six years ago today … only death.’
Miriam felt her heart drop from her. What a fool she was. A fool to confront him. He was right. She understood nothing.
‘I’m sorry.’ She hung her head. ‘I didn’t know. I presumed too much. It won’t happen again.’
She longed to ease his suffering, but she had dared too much, had imposed herself. And he was in too much pain.
With her soul heaving, she turned away. But before she could take a step, he grasped her wrist and pulled her round so hard that she jolted against him. The air was pushed from her and the length of her body forced against his. She stared up into him. Her hand had come to rest on his bare chest. It was so hot. So hard and smooth and hot. She glanced down and opened her fingers upon him. She could feel his heart thudding relentlessly inside. He gripped her yet stronger, hurting her slight wrist, but she didn’t mind, barely noticed. She stroked, just the tips of her fingers smoothing over him, imparting herself into him and him into her.
April 27, 2014
Let’s Have a Look-see with KD Grace
It is wonderful as always to welcome the fabulous KD Grace to my blog. Here she is discussing the second book in The Mount Series, Fulfilling the Contract, and the thrill of voyeurism!
Let’s Have a Look-see!
Thanks for having me on your lovely site, Demelza. I’m very excited to be here and share some voyeuristic fun from my novel, Fulfilling the Contract.
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t like naughty views. Of course more often than not when the experience has offered itself, I’ve not been brave enough to take advantage. I suppose that comes from a combination of my slightly Puritanical upbringing and the fact that watching uninvited is a violation of privacy. On the other hand, that anonymous watching what you shouldn’t be seeing is a part of the turn-on, isn’t it? But it still takes a bit of gutsy, ballsy nerve to watch when you know ‘you shouldn’t.’
HOWEVER … I do recall one very satisfying experience where my voyeuristic nature was totally titillated with guilt-free and eye-popping yummy views. I was in Croatia at the time. I was spending two weeks in a tent on the Adriatic Sea near Pula. The camp I was at was a combination tent and caravan camp. In the late summer, it was hot, dry and dusty. But the sea and the rocky beach were gorgeous and absolutely worth sleeping in a tent for. The camp facilities included, a grocery store, a restaurant and even a bar with a dance floor. All in all it was a fantastic place to spend two weeks.
The showers at this camp were in a no-frills squat concrete block of six. It was nothing to look at, but always had hot water, which was luxury enough for a tent camper. Each individual shower was just a concrete cubicle with a door that locked on the inside. During the course of the two weeks there, one of the doors came off its hinges and was set to one side until workmen could get in to repair it. That meant in the late afternoon when the wind surfers and bathers and beach combers came in for their showers, the queue could get long and there was a wait … unless you were three tan, well-sculpted, broad shouldered German blokes with an exhibitionist nature, that is. They decided not to wait. What they lacked in patience, they more than made up for in manly yumminess and wet, splashy, males-bathing-together sort of fun.
Did I watch? Oh you bet I did! I’ve never been so well entertained while waiting in queue for my turn at the showers with doors. Suddenly I was in no hurry at all. It was like we all had permission to indulge our voyeuristic natures completely guilt-free, and most of us were happy to oblige. Oh yes! A very fond memory, indeed.
In Fulfilling the Contract, I wanted to translate those voyeuristic fantasies that we’d all love to indulge, but either never get the experience or aren’t brave enough, into something concrete, and I could think of no better place to do it than Sin City, the world’s best place for some seriously filthy people watching. Fulfilling the Contract, which is book two in The Mount Series and the sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly, is set in the high rise luxury hotels and the stretch limos and casinos and wedding chapels of Las Vegas. Voyeuristic fantasies for a price – that’s what the Mount Vegas team does, and they do it nastily and they do it very well.
Limo driver, Nick Chase gets involved with the Mount Vegas team quite by accident and, to his total surprise, discovers he likes showing off – not so much to anonymous wealthy folks paying for the pleasure and hiding behind a scope, but he knows his boss, the outrageously sexy Elsa Crane will be watching as well, and for her, he’s happy to go total exhibitionist.
Fulfilling the Contract: Book two of The Mount Series
Limo driver, NICK CHASE’s bad night gets worse when he picks up TANYA POVIC at a bar only to discover the explosive sex they share lands her in breach of her very strange contract. Blaming himself that Tanya will lose the large completion bonus earmarked for her mother’s surgery, Nick negotiates with her boss, the tough and mysterious ELSA CRANE, to allow him to fulfill Tanya’s contract and secure her bonus.
Elsa runs Mount Vegas, which offers voyeuristic pleasures for a price. Nick’s job, with Elsa and her quirky team, is to give clients something worth watching through the plate glass windows of Vegas’s luxury hotels and beyond. The learning curve is steep and kinky. As Nick and Elsa’s relationship sizzles and ignites more than hotel room rendezvouses are exposed. In this sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly things get positively dangerous as Rita Holly and her team are called in from London to lend a helping hand. Bets are being placed. Will Nick fulfil the contract? Will he and Elsa take the gamble? And will they find a way to win at the high stakes, double or nothing, game of hearts?
Excerpt:
‘Surely you can give Tanya one more chance,’ Nick said. ‘And really, it was my fault. I’d had a bad day and I wasn’t on my best behaviour.’
Elsa tossed the headset back onto the dressing table and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Mr Chase, unless you want to fulfill Tanya’s contract for her, this conversation is over. It’s been a long day, and I’ve had enough. Pagan will escort the two of you back downstairs and since Tanya no longer works for me, I don’t care if you fuck her brains out. Now if you’d –’
‘Alright,’ Nick interrupted. ‘I will.’
Suddenly all eyes were on him. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll fulfill the contract for her.
After all, it’s my fault she’s in breach.’
Tanya gave a little yelp that sounded like a kitten in distress and Elsa laughed out loud. ‘Mr Chase, you don’t even know what Tanya’s contract involves.’
‘I assume it has something to do with what’s going on in room 2031. It’s not prostitution is it?’
‘No! No, is not prostitution,’ Tanya said, the excitement nearly vibration through her voice. ‘Is nothing like that.’
‘Well actually it’s something like that,’ Elsa corrected. ‘My people get paid for sex.’
‘I don’t understand,’ Nick said.’
She nodded him over to one of the scopes set up at the bedroom window. When he balked, she nodded again. ‘Go ahead; check out what’s going on in room 2031.’
Nick nearly knocked the scope out of focus at his first view of the naked ass of a man pistoning his cock into a woman bent over a big bed. Her head was buried between the legs of another woman, who was pinching her own nipples for all she was worth and writhing beneath the serious tongue action.
‘Then they are prostitutes.’ Nick’s voice was suddenly a whisper, as though he feared he might disturb the people he viewed through the scope.
‘No.’ Elsa leaned close to him as though she could see over his shoulder. ‘They all work for me, and they get paid a lot of money to have sex with each other while someone else watches.’
With difficulty, Nick took his eyes off what was going on in the scope. He suddenly felt dizzy. ‘Let me get this straight, these people –’ he nodded around the room ‘– All of these people and those –’ he pointed to the scope ‘—have sex with each other and people pay money to watch.’
Elsa nodded ‘A lot of money.’
‘And that’s what Tanya was doing? That’s what the contract’s about, having sex and letting people watch?’
‘That’s what the contract’s about,’ Elsa said. With a smirk, she pulled Tanya’s red panties out of Nick’s pocket where he’d forgotten he’d stuffed after he’d picked them up from the parking lot at the Mango. She handed them back to Tanya and replaced them with a black business card, briskly patting his pocket as she did so. ‘I know how much you loath your job, Mr Chase, and I can almost guarantee you’d find what Tanya does a lot more satisfying. But –’ she ran a hand down and gave his crotch a quick grope ‘– It takes some serious balls.’
He elbowed her away and shoved past Tanya and Pagan. ‘You people are all crazy if you think I would … if you think I might …’
Elsa offered him a smile that he felt, much to his discomfort, right down between his legs. Then she lifted an eyebrow and gave a shrug that made the dark gloss of her hair shimmer in the subdued lighting. ‘You asked.
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About K D Grace
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, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, 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.
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“This story just keeps surprising you, the characters are great… intrigue, excitement, a soupçon of romance, and a bad guy. What’s not to like. It was an amazing experience to read, and I think this book is not just five stars, it’s must read as well.” 5 out of 5, Kinky Book Klub
April 26, 2014
As we that are left
2014 marks the start of four years of commemoration of a conflict which took millions from us and which affected millions more around the world. The First World War has always fascinated and moved me, ever since my parents showed me the film version of All Quiet on the Western Front when I was a child. I’m not sure I’ll be able to get through all the commemorations without several emotional meltdowns.
This year sees the release of a story I wrote about a soldier returned from the war. It is a romance, but the driving force behind the man’s fascination is the impact the war has had on him. He is withdrawn and disturbed, but underneath it all lies a simmering passion which needs to be understood. In the story, he meets a young woman who is able to do that. Out of the Storm is published with Xcite Books later this year, as part of their Secret Library imprint, but here’s a sneak peek of the lovely cover. It captures the brooding introspection of the male protagonist very well.
April 20, 2014
The sensuality of Easter
Easter. A time to revel in a return to the sensual – indulging in the unctuous pleasure of chocolate, inhaling the scent of new blooms on the air, stroking the gorgeous fluffiness of newborn lambs and chicks. Allow me to linger a moment on the sensual side of the origins of Easter.
I was brought up as an Anglican Christian, and although my own faith is now very much up for debate, the ritual, language and tradition still live with me very strongly and are something from which I derive a lot of spiritual comfort, even if I question much of the doctrine.
So, today, Easter Day, I found myself again listening to what I have concluded is my favourite passage in the Gospel, from John 20. It is to me the most touching and intimate scene – the moment where the risen Jesus appears to Mary Magdalene in the garden.
Mary Magdalene has come to the tomb to anoint Jesus’ body. She finds it empty apart from two angels (which she doesn’t apparently recognise as angels). She is, of course, distraught and rushes out. She comes across a man whom she assumes is the gardener. He asks her why she is crying. She explains that the body of her Lord is gone and she asks him if he knows where it is. She doesn’t recognise him as Jesus, but then, in the most tender, human way, he simply says her name: ‘Mary.’
And, as if a shadow has passed from before her eyes, she recognises him. She responds by calling him teacher in Aramaic: ‘Rabboni.’
It is a moment of divine revelation rendered at the most tender human level – addressing someone directly by their given name, and no more. At that first moment, only two words pass between them. And I find both those words – Mary and Rabboni – so delicious to say, and somehow so affirming. They fall from the lips beautifully.
It is also interesting that Jesus chose to reveal himself first to a woman. Throughout the Gospels it is the women who understand the humanity (seeping into the divine) of Jesus the most. And he welcomes that.
It feels like such an intensely private and personal moment between them that I almost feel voyeuristic when hearing or reading it. Dare I say it, but I find it very sensual. The fact that he then tells her not to touch him implies that she is yearning to touch him. She surely reached out to him to confirm his physical presence. Again, achingly intimate, but at the same time, pure. The artistic depictions of this moment mostly have Mary kneeling before Jesus or reaching out for him desperately. I’m not sure I see it like that. I see her remaining upright and quite calm, as a human equal, and able to look into his eyes on his level. But here’s rather a sensual depiction by Alexander Ivanov.
Trust me to focus on the sensual in the Easter story, but that’s perhaps why it continues to capture our hearts and minds. The stories of Passiontide and Easter, when we read about a man suffering the worst physical and mental agony and then returning from this in such a pure, simple way, are still moving, thought-provoking and inspiring, no matter who you believe that man was.
April 13, 2014
Whoopsie
Bit naughty, aren’t I?
It’s been a while. In a way, that’s a good thing. It means I’ve been busy and it also means I’ve been writing. But I shouldn’t neglect this. Sorry. :-(
So, a little catch-up.
It’s going to be a busy year. I’ve got two titles coming out with Totally Bound in the next few months and a Secret Library release with Xcite. The TB releases have been fun. One’s a vintage cowboy threesome, the other a pirate adventure with some time-travel thrown in for added excitement. I’m in love with my pirate captain!
Added to that, I’ve been writing various things and developing characters I’ve fallen for as much as the female protagonist has. That’s surely not a bad thing. But, note to self: Try not to be jealous of your main character.
I’m working on a contemporary erotic romance at the moment and keeping an eye on a paranormal erotic romance I started, which I’m loving. All good stuff. Watch this space, and in the meantime, here are the goodies on offer from Totally Bound in the not-too-distant future.
March 8, 2014
Dream thinking
Or Threaming. Theaming? Drinking?!
Hmm … I’ll stick to dream thinking.
But you know the time: that hazy, fuzzy state half-way between sleeping and waking. It can happen before we get to sleep and as we’re waking up. Why is it that some of our most creative, free and inspired ideas and thoughts come to us then?
OK, in the cold light of day we may reassess them. Instead of the original and extraordinary genius they were at the time, they may now seem totally bizarre and surreal - or, basically, crap – but quite often they remain in some shape and form the basis of plot turns and effective dialogue or description.
That’s why I love the weekend. Not only does it give me time generally, but it gives me time to extend those moments of dream thinking. Wrapped up in a duvet, the thin light of day still shut out, knowing I haven’t got to rush to work, I can let my mind drift and throw at me whatever it wants.
I try to steer it, to guide it along the road I want to travel. Uh uh. Don’t even go there. To really benefit from dream thinking, you’ve got to give your mind free rein to go wherever it wants, and just take advantage of what it reveals. It’s for the best, believe me. One of these days, you’ll find it’s taken you back where you’d originally intended. But in the meantime you’ve got gems galore to work with, most of which would never have occurred to you.
So, if you have a few extra moments this weekend, snuggle in, drift off, and enjoy it. Let your dream thoughts take you on a fantastic creative journey.
And don’t forget to write them down afterwards. 
Some of this was the result of my dream thinking: spontaneous, exposed, and ultimately sated. That’s what dreams are all about.
Book One in the Suited to You trilogy
Book Two in the Suited to You trilogy
Book Three in the Suited to You trilogy
