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Saturday, January 7, 2017
Feature Release Blitz for The Beauty and the Badass by Lucy Felthouse
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Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Release Blitz: Passion’s Last Promise (Club Aegis #4) by Christie Adams
Out Now—Passion’s Last Promise (Club Aegis #4) by
Christie Adams
Blurb:
Hers to protect…his to serve…
When a failed kidnap attempt leads to CEO Dr. Simon Northwood acquiring
a bodyguard, he isn’t prepared for close protection specialist Ros Edwards, a former
captain in the Royal Military Police. Experienced submissive though he is,
having a woman stand between him and any further threat is completely
untenable.
Assigned to protect the genius behind a project of national importance,
Ros unexpectedly encounters the most delicious man she’s met in a long time. As
a Domme, she’d love to play with him, but even if he weren’t in need of her
professional skills, there’s no way he’s submissive.
A determined man. A stubborn woman. When passion flirts with danger, the
last promise is the toughest one of all…
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links:
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*****
Excerpt:
“Problems, Miss Edwards?”
“Not at all, Dr. Northwood.” She turned towards him and
slipped the smartphone back into her jacket pocket. “A minor logistical issue,
that’s all. Is there something I can do for you?”
“I was wondering if we were still on schedule to depart for
Oxford as planned.” From what he’d heard, Simon had his doubts.
“Of course, sir. As I said, a minor logistical issue.” She
paused, fixing him with her coolly assessing gaze. “I was just about to make
coffee—would you care to join me?”
He had a conference call in a few minutes, his third of the
day, but Simon suddenly found himself more in need of a shot of caffeine, and
another opportunity to try to goad her into going Domme on him. He’d been
trying all week, and this morning was the closest he’d come yet. He strode over
to the desk to call his PA.
“Alicia? Can you let Martin know that he’ll be handling the
finance call in ten? Give him my apologies—something’s come up that requires my
attention elsewhere. Thanks.” He replaced the receiver and turned his attention
back to his bodyguard. “I don’t mind if I do, Miss Edwards.”
She gave a brief nod in acknowledgement. He watched her
disappear into the adjoining kitchen, only to hear seconds later the crash of
breaking glass followed by the colourful and creative cursing he was coming to
associate with his beautiful bodyguard. Simon headed for the epicentre of the
disaster.
As if someone had flicked a switch, his nonchalant attitude
came to an abrupt end. Ros was running her hand under the tap, washing away the
blood that was oozing from a cut to her hand. Broken glass littered the worktop
and the floor.
Simon’s protective instincts kicked into action, sweeping
aside all thoughts of provoking her again. He grabbed the first aid kit from
one of the cupboards. “Let me help.”
“It’s all right, I can manage.”
“No—you can’t. What happened?”
To his surprise, she allowed him to take her hand in his.
Strong and capable, it was at the same time neat and feminine, with short but
immaculately manicured nails. No rings, but as he’d told himself the first time
he’d checked, that didn’t necessarily mean anything.
“Kamikaze glassware.” Ros glanced up at the open cupboard.
“When I was getting the mugs to make the coffee, I accidentally nudged a couple
of tumblers. They decided to take their name seriously and try out for the
Olympic gymnastics team. I can tell you now, their technique sucked.”
Simon pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh at the
latest glimpse of her taste in humour. She’d caught him unawares like that once
or twice before, with a little nugget of dry wit. “What were you trying to do?
Catch them or juggle with them?”
She shot him a dark scowl. At that precise moment, she
looked more like the recipient of a sense of humour bypass, then he realised
she was more annoyed with herself.
“I was picking up the pieces. Some of the shards started
slipping out of my hands and I grabbed at them on instinct. Stupid thing to do.
At least it’s not my right hand.”
He quirked a questioning eyebrow.
“Trigger finger.” She waggled the digit at him. “Can’t pull
a trigger if I’m bandaged up.”
“Or if you end up slicing through tendons.” Simon’s slightly
harsh tone was a reflection of his discomfort at the way she spoke so candidly
of using firearms. “A dustpan and brush might have been safer than trying to
pick up the broken glass.” He nodded in the direction of the tall corner
cupboard.
For a moment she looked like she was about to argue, but
then the change in her expression and a tiny, careless shrug acknowledged the
truth of his words. Simon turned his attention to her injuries. There were some
superficial cuts but the main one wasn’t as bad as he’d first thought—she’d
probably get away without needing any stitches in it. Having confirmed there
was no glass in the wound, he pulled on some surgical gloves and ripped open a
sachet containing an antiseptic wipe.
She was standing so close now. He tried not to be distracted
by the calm rise and fall of her breasts, or the subtle floral scent of her
perfume. He tried not to respond to her steady gaze resting squarely on him. He
tried not to think of the probable reasons why a former RMP officer never even
flinched at the sting of the antiseptic.
Having put a couple of Steri-Strips on the cut, he then made
the move that was his downfall. It was the small, insignificant act of glancing
up at Ros’ face. She was staring at his hands in rapt fascination, lips
slightly parted, almost inviting a kiss.
Carpe diem. The Latin phrase blazed through Simon’s mind
like a meteor. She hadn’t responded to provocation, so perhaps a different
tactic was called for. He swept aside the memory of the altercation they’d had
a few hours earlier, focusing instead on this moment.
Simon pulled off the surgical gloves with a snap. In a club,
he’d never dream of doing what he was about to do—it went against everything
he’d been trained for, but this was an opportunity he couldn’t afford to miss.
Before Ros could move away from him, he took her uninjured
hand in his and raised it to his lips. Before his inner voice could convince
him he was making a huge mistake, he pressed a gentle kiss to her palm.
“Dr. Northwood.”
He wasn’t expecting the sound of his name to send a
delicious shiver through his body. The formality, though…just as guilty of that
as she was, maybe even more so, but he wanted it to end. “Simon.”
Desire would be held back no longer—he
claimed the sweetness of her mouth, and prepared to take his punishment for
crashing through her boundaries…
*****
Author
Bio:
After winning an erotic short story competition, Christie
Adams waited over twenty years to follow it up with her first full-length
erotic romance. The second publisher she approached picked it up, and after a
brief spell with them, she moved into the exciting world of indie publishing.
When she was asked about how she got into writing, Christie
realised she’s been putting pen to paper—or fingers to keyboard—for longer than
she thought. It all started in her teens, with stories featuring characters
from her favourite TV shows—usually action dramas—but in her imagination, those
characters were given a romantic life to go with the all-action one their
audiences saw.
From there, she progressed to romantic novels featuring
characters of her own invention, but success eluded her until she spotted the
erotic short story competition in a magazine.
Christie lives in north-west
England. When not at the day job, she can usually be found wrestling with the
characters in her latest novel. Occasionally she finds time for sleep, and
maintains her social skills through, among other things, regular attendance at
a pub quiz, which forces her to think about other things besides plots and
characterisation.
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Sunday, November 22, 2015
Release Blitz for C.A. Bell and BDSM Poetry
Out Now! BDSM by C.A.Bell
Blurb:
BDSM
is a collection of poetry containing f/f, anal play, femdom, bondage, shibari,
anal play and much more. It contains meaningful, intimate, and downright filthy
poetry written in acrostic, ballad, cinquain, and free verse.
This collection is intended for the open-minded people
out there who love all things BDSM.
So, let BDSM take
you on a journey into the taboo, and give the most erogenous part of your body,
your brain, a treat.
Excerpt
from Harem:
The
three of us knelt, collared and chained,
Waiting
for one master, to teach the untrained.
The
three of us were stripped, told to behave,
Told we
were sluts, whores, and slaves.
He
entered the room, we all bowed our heads,
His
attire was magnificent, all blacks, gold’s, and reds.
Then
under my chin, he placed his big hand,
Told me
that tonight, I would follow his command.
I nodded
my head, subserviently so,
Then he
moved to the next, second in the row.
And said
exactly the same to the second and third,
And then
left the room without saying a word.
We all
sat motionless, staring at the floor,
Until he
entered again, slamming the door.
Knowing
he was back sent a surge of exhilaration,
This was
what I needed, strong domination.
He
snatched up my chain, tugged me over to a stock…
Author
Bio:
C.A.Bell
was born and raised on the outskirts of London, England, but for the past three
years has resided in a much more rural town of Shropshire, where she and her
husband married and made a home.
She is
currently working on a number of projects, including the follow-on book to The Architect,
as well as a novel, and aspires to be a well-known author.
Buy Links:
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1MUIvGq
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1PzRRhg
Social
Links:
Twitter @cbellAtrix09
Author Website http://authorcabell.co.uk
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Release Blitz: Secret Desire by Jan Graham
What’s your Secret Desire?
Secret Desire by Jan Graham
Blurb
When Jake Munroe
moves into his new apartment he has no idea the woman of his dreams is
literally right next door. She’s beautiful, sexy, and frustratingly elusive.
Finding the right time to make his move seems like it will never come, until
she walks through the doors of his nightclub.
Sally isn’t
looking for a new relationship but when Jake appears in her life, she grabs the
opportunity to partake in some sexual healing. Her ex-husband left her
convinced she could never sexually excite or satisfy a man, but those rule
don’t seem to apply to Jake. He wants her—at least for now.
Desire rules
us all and Jake's desire for Sally is unequalled to anything he’s experienced
before. He wants her in his life and is determined to have her, no matter what
it takes. When he thinks he's finally made Sally his own, he discovers a
horrible truth. Sally has kept their relationship hidden from everyone she
knows and Jake refuses to be anyone’s secret plaything.
Buy links
Also
available from iTunes, Barnes and Noble, Nook, and Kobo, just type in the book
or author name to acquire the listing.
Excerpt
Something icy cold pressed against Sally’s
arm and she felt another chill run through her. She raised her head and stared
at the large glass of water in front of her.
“You’re probably dehydrated. You
hardly stopped dancing all night.” The deep, smooth voice washed over her,
causing her body to begin to heat once more.
Sally turned her head toward the
warmth and when she finally managed to focus her eyes, she wanted to moan in
ecstasy. If there really was a God
then he had truly out done himself. The man smiling down at her was perfection.
He sat on the bar stool next to her, leaning against the wall. His hair was
dark, almost black and hung just below his broad shoulders in long tantalizing
waves. It sat brushed back from his face at the front, except for one stray
curly strand that had worked its way loose to kiss up against his cheekbone.
His eyes were dark like his hair and
conveyed the same warmth as his voice. His lips were thick and lush, ideal for
kissing. As her gaze roamed down his body, she was taken by the hard chest and
abs that were defined under his tight T-shirt, his legs were a lengthy example
of perfection, muscular thighs under dark denim, and a bulge—Sally snapped her
eyes back to his face and hoped she wasn’t blushing.
“Drink.” He leaned forward and spoke
softly into her ear.
Oh, how could a man smell so divine?
She had never smelt a man like him before. Sally’s pussy started to tingle, as
he watched her bring the glass to her lips, and take a refreshing drink. She
inhaled deeply. Accents of cinnamon and spice tantalized her nostrils. Talk
about olfactory heaven.
“I just thought I’d sit here while I
waited for my friends.” Sally had no idea why she felt the need to explain her
presence to him and couldn’t understand why he looked at her with a wry smile
as she spoke.
“I think they’ve left.” He gestured
toward the dance floor.
“Oh God, I fell asleep didn’t I?” Sally
was horrified once she realized the house lights were on and the dance floor
empty. In fact the whole club was empty except for a few bar staff who were
cleaning up.
“We cleared everyone out and closed
the club about forty minutes ago.” He was smiling at her as he spoke. “You
looked so peaceful I thought I’d let you sleep until I was ready to leave.”
Sally gasped when his body brushed
against hers as he bent forward, a blaze of heat stroking her body where he
touched. She noticed how his gaze roamed along her stockinged legs as he bent
to pick up her shoes. As he returned to an upright position, his lips brushed
against her leg and he planted a kiss on the lace that sat mid-thigh. She
wanted to move, to push her wayward hemline back in place. Instead she just
stared at the heated point where his lips had been, feeling the warmth spread
upward toward her quickly moistening pussy.
“Nice stockings.” He stated as he took
her hand and assisted her in stepping down from the stool. Sally wasn’t sure
how she did it, but she managed to pull the hem of her dress back into position
as he led her through a door and down a hallway to the club’s back entrance.
About the Author
Writing
a bio that lets readers know who you are is tricky at times because I describe
myself in so many ways. Like my books, I fall into different genres, all of
which depend on my mood and inspiration at the time. I am a writer, a
submissive, an orphan, a widow, a sister, an aunt, a friend, and sometimes, a
wild child.
I
live in Australia and writing is my passion, although finding the time to do it
on a consistent basis is always a challenge for me. Life sends you curve balls
when least expected them and I’ve had my fair share over the last few of years.
My
writing currently falls under a variety of genres including BDSM, contemporary
romance, and romantic suspense but who knows where my literary future will
lead. That’s going to be the next exciting chapter of my life.
More information about what I’m up to, and general nonsense, is
available by checking out my online hangouts.
Friday, August 28, 2015
Release Blitz: Something Else by Nia Farrell
Welcome Nia Farrell, a Dark Hollows Press author with a brand new release!
Out
Now! - Something Else by Nia Farrell
BLURB: Grace Murphy is the local psychic
medium who dreams of her soulmates –Nico White, a bisexual American Indian
musician, and J.T. Santiago, an ex-Navy SEAL and former cage fighter with PTSD
on top of the guilt that he’s still carrying from other lifetimes that they’ve
shared. J.T. is a dominant, but he’s
never had a male submissive and Grace and Nico are a package deal. It’s a learning curve for all of them, with
J.T.’s initiation into MMF and MM relations and Grace’s introduction to
BDSM. With Grace’s yin, J.T’s yang, and
Nico’s center balance, the three of them come together as far as J.T.’s PTSD
will allow, but forging a future means healing the past, however painful it
might be, in an interracial paranormal
MMF ménage BDSM erotic romance.
BUY LINKS:
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EXCERPT:
With
the appearance of him, I feel the shift in my own energy, like he’s a
generator crystal that’s amplified every sense, common or otherwise. My zipped
perceptions are razor sharp, dead on accurate, and delivered with lightning
speed. When half hour readings go to twenty minutes, I start giving discounts
and the line never ends, not until the ten minute warning that the fair doors
will be closing soon.
At
five p.m., one of the New Age shop assistants starts walking the aisles,
clearing the crowd and the room’s energy with a ringing pair of Tibetan
tingshas. I smile my thanks when she manages to herd the last hopeful from my
queue. Smile bigger yet when I see that my Latino angel has returned.
“Hi,”
I say, sounding rather shy for someone who’s had no problem all day, delving
deep into other people’s lives and issues.
His
lips tuck upward, and he nods his head toward the back of the room. “I promised
my cousin I’d help her. Lena says it’ll take an hour.”
Lena.
Pretty face, rocking body, bedroom hair, tats. Amazing silver jewelry and
unique leather goods. “I like her.” Actually, I envy her. I have gifts, but
Lena has the skills to make her visions a reality. It’s what sets her stuff
apart.
“She’s
got to get home. Sick kid,” he explains. “Daddy’s challenged enough when
Ariana’s a healthy two-year-old. I’ll be free once Lena’s on the road. Will you
be around? I can meet you somewhere. We could grab a bite to eat. Talk. If not
tonight, then later.”
DéjÃ
vu. Six months ago, I’d said nearly
the same things to Nico.
I
suggest O’Toole’s, two blocks east. “Do you know it?”
He
nods grudgingly, clearly not a fan of the Irish pub. Sensitive to his inner
turmoil, I offer an alternative. “Or Jerry’s?” It’s a local bar and grill,
edgier than sports and just shy of biker bar.
God,
his smile. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Jerry’s,”
he says. “In an hour or so.”
I’m
still processing when Nico comes to check on me. He’s moved our vending van and
already has his stuff loaded, and I’ve done almost squat.
“Hey.”
He touches me, sliding his darker fingers up my ivory arms until they reach my
elbows. When his thumbs start rubbing circles in the bend of each arm, my root
chakra kicks into overdrive, and my fucking knees grow weak.
“He’s
here,” I whisper, damn close to trembling. “He’s meeting us at Jerry’s after
six. Help me pack so we can go get a table.”
That
time of night, on a Saturday, there’s usually a line out the door one or two
blocks long. I know I have spiritual helping hands at work when we get there
and are seated at a booth in the quieter back with only a fifteen minute wait.
I’ve
said nothing more to Nico about Lena’s cousin. It occurs to me that I never
asked and he never offered his name. We’ll all know each other soon enough, and
way beyond a first-name basis.
Just
thinking about what’s coming makes my panties wet enough to stick my dress to
the worn wooden bench beneath me.
Our
waitress, Cherry, slides coasters on the table and sets down our drinks, a
bottle of pseudo beer for Nico and a glass of orange juice for me. I don’t want
anything, either brewed from nature or crafted in a chemistry lab, to dull my
senses tonight. No alcohol. No soda. Juice and water it is.
A menu
sits to my right, waiting for him to show. Across from me, Nico scans both
sides of the laminated page and sets it down, his decision already made. I take
longer, wrestling with my baser meat-loving self when I know I should shun it,
but really, where’s the fun in that? I turned vegan once in high school. It
lasted all of two weeks, but I stayed quasi-vegetarian for three years. Dairy,
eggs, and seafood gave me the protein I craved, but it took cutting out the
warm blooded meat to raise my vibration and get it to where I needed it to be.
Because that’s when the dreams started. Visions of the past lives we’ve shared.
Memories of the three of us.
Poised
on the brink of our next go-round, I have to wonder why we keep coming back
like this, like frigging musketeers. Is it because we’re stronger together, or
dysfunctional apart? Jesus, I’d like to think I don’t need them, but I know how
much more, how much stronger I am since meeting Nico. My body thrums to think
of what it will be like to have both of them with me.
In
me.
Fuck.
AUTHOR
BIO:
Nia Farrell has been writing for pleasure since
junior high. Now that she writes about pleasure, she can share the fantasy
worlds she visits and introduce readers to characters who remain with her long
after their tales are told.
When crafting a story, Nia draws upon a rich
diversity of life experiences, which include singer/songwriter, prize winning
needle artist, private pilot, Reiki Master/Teacher, crystal healer, psychic
fair reader, jewelry maker, physician’s assistant, factory worker, waitress,
genealogist, period reenactor, and children’s author. If this life isn’t enough, there are plenty
of others to choose from. Otherwise, she
devotes hours of research to subjects outside her realm, determined that her
stories ring true.
Nia lives on a farm in Southern Illinois (far, far
from Chicago, in the heart of “Little Egypt”).
A seventh generation Illinoisan, she is descended from Mayflower
Pilgrims, American soldiers from the Revolutionary War to World War II, and
Scottish nobility. She enjoys playing in
the past and visits Ren fairs and historical reenactments in period attire, sharing
her love of history and her passion for music.
While her husband and two grown daughters may only read her nonfiction
work, she appreciates their support in pursuing her dreams, one of which is
being published in erotic romance.
Author page on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Nia-Farrell/1678898589004941?fref=ts
Author
page at Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Nia-Farrell/e/B014HAAWLK/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1440769158&sr=8-2
Author
page at Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Nia-Farrell/e/B014HAAWLK/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1440767213&sr=1-1
Author
page at Dark Hollows Press: http://www.darkhollowspress.com/#!nia-farrell/c1mop
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Release Blitz for The Mount Boxed Set by K D Grace
Out Now! - The Mount Boxed Set by
K D Grace (@kd_grace)
**Three erotic romance novels,
one great price!**
Blurb:
Rita
Holly’s sexy initiation; the strange contract Nick Chase fulfills for Elsa
Crane; Liza Calendar and Paulo Delacour’s formulation of an exclusive perfume derive
from the scent of sex – the cult of The Mount is behind them all. Shrouded in
mystery and grounded in sexual exploration, The Mount is world-wide and ancient,
its existence known only to its members who keep its secrets from generation to
generation. Together for the first time in one volume, the accounts of The
Mount in London, Las Vegas and Rome -- three novels, three wild romps of lust,
sexual largesse and love.
Excerpt
from
Fulfilling the Contract
‘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 fulfil 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 fulfil 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.’
Buy
The Mount Boxed Set Now – Kindle Unlimited members can read for FREE!
Reviews:
“Skillfully
written to provide a provocative blend of kinky sex with subtle mystery. Simply
put, this book is a page-turner for the erotic reader.” The Romance Reviews
*****
“The
Initiation of Ms. Holly is so hot I am still tingling a day after I finished
reading this novel. This spicy number will heat you up and keep you fully
charged for days to come.” – Coffee Time Romance
*****
“This
story had an exciting plot with some twists and turns, a cast of very colorful
characters, some angst, a plethora of amazing and erotic sex and lastly a
beautiful love story. Rita and Edward went through all kinds of kinky hell to
get where they wanted to be….and I loved being on this journey with them! A
great first read for me by K.D. Grace. Can not wait to get my hands on the next
book in The Mount series, Fulfilling the Contract.” Violet Blue
*****
“A
thoroughly enjoyable erotic read which ticks all the boxes and leaves the
reader feeling satisfied with their choice of fiction… I can’t wait to see what
this talented author comes up with next.” Miz Love Loves Books
*****
“Oh.My.God.
The Initiation of Ms. Holly is simply to die for. The Initiation of Ms. Holly
is one of the best erotic stories I’ve ever read. If you want hot,
steamy, and kinky with a great story, this should be at the very top of the
list. Buy this book!” Grade: A+ BookingIt
*****
“The
Initiation of Ms Holly is erotic fantasy at its best. The sexual scenarios are
wonderfully varied and imaginative, and unfailingly arousing. I flew through
the book, devouring one luscious sex scene after another, as eager as Rita
herself for the next trial.” Erotica Revealed
*****
Author Bio:
Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of
2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right.
In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier
about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is
veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories,
and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast
across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her,
inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of
walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and
anything that gets her outdoors.
KD has erotica published with
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, Fulfilling the Contract, The Pet Shop and To Rome with Lust. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland
Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention onViolet 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 and The Exhibition are all available. Interviewing Wade, a follow up novel to the
trilogy, is coming soon.
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