Preorder: 30th August
Early Download (on the TB website): 13th September
General 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:
“It was mine, after Andy told Dillon and he told me. I
thought it was something that I …” The muscles along Lex’s jaw looked as though
they were made out of iron, and a fine blush crawled up his neck tinting his
ears bright pink. “I’ve never touched a woman … in that way.” He forced a
laugh. “Obviously. I’ve …” the blush deepened and he avoided her gaze. “I’ve
put lube on some of the sculptures – you know -- down there, but I … well it
isn’t the same.”
“The pears won’t be either,” she said, her heart suddenly
aching at the physical isolation this man endured on a daily basis, and it
wasn’t just her heart that ached, she felt his lack deep in her core. It had
been easier with Andy. She had been almost flippant with him. She was sorry for
that now. She spread one of the towels on the Queen Anne chair across from him
and settled herself onto it so they were facing each other. “The texture will
be different and with the pear there’ll be less give.” She dipped her fingers
in the bowl and rubbed the heavy juice between her index finger and her thumb.
“If you touch a woman, she’ll be much warmer.” She gave him a conspiratorial
smile. “You’ll be amazed at how warm and how soft she’ll be down there when
she’s ready to be touched. With Andy, this,” she nodded down to the pears, “was
improvisation, this was the best I could do under the circumstances, but a
woman, well a woman feels like nothing you’ve ever touched before.”
He was no longer avoiding her gaze. His eyes were locked on
her, and he was struggling to keep them on her face, she knew that; she
understood the urge for him to drop his eyes to the place of which she spoke,
the place with which she was so intimate, the place that couldn’t help but
respond to the topic, to the situation, to the strange intimacy they had shared
almost since the moment they’d met. “You can look, if you want,” she opened her
legs so that he could see the place in between clothed in black denim,
completely disguised and yet so very obvious. “And I’ll look at you too,” she
nodded down to his own jeans straining to contain him already. “It’s what men
and woman are naturally inclined to do when there’s a sexual attraction.”
With her heart hammering in her throat, she took one of the
pear halves into the cupped palm of her left hand, then she brought it down
between her spread thighs, feeling the juice of it run over her fingers and
drip onto the towel as she spread her legs a little farther and held her pam to
mimic the position of her vulva. “Touch it like a woman would touch it, and
you’ll always get it right.” She drug her index and middle finger up from the
bottom of the pear to the center and felt her own body respond in empathy. “The
pear has no folds, no secret valleys, no swollen flesh to be teased open, so
you’ll have to use your imagination with that.”
Lex gave a little moan soft and deep in his chest as he
shifted to make himself more comfortable. “I know the anatomy,” he said. “I’ve
watched porn and I’ve studied drawings. I know how it looks like it might feel.
I know the response it elicits.” His tongue flicked nervously over his upper
lip. “Of course that’s just acting, isn’t it?”
“Porn is about fantasy, about voyeurism, and it doesn’t
matter if it’s real if it gets you off. But when it is real,” she spread her
index and middle finger up the sides of the pear’s central opening, “if you’re
good, if your sensitive, you’ll feel the spasms of your lover’s orgasm, even see
them if you’re using your tongue; and you can feel them gripping at your cock
when your inside her. If you’re paying attention.
“The clitoris,” she laughed softly, “Well with Andy I used a
Ticktack, but he’s a chemistry major. He likes charts and graphs and periodic
tables. You’re an artist, you live in your imagination, so you don’t need a
Ticktack. Some women like the thumb stroking and circling while the other
fingers work inside. Some women like to use their fingers.” She demonstrated on
the pear, and Lex groaned. “It’s always best to ask and be sure.”
“What do you like?” His words were a labored rasp against
the back of his throat, and Kelly found herself stunned by the question, and
way more aroused than she wanted to be. He shouldn’t have asked. She should
have answered. But she did.
“I like it this way.” She shifted her hips and opened a
little further so he could see her thrust and scissor, circle and probe
technique, and her body responded with the tight grip and release of muscle
memory.
“Jesus,” he whispered moving forward on the sofa and leaning
closer for a better look. “And when someone uses their tongue?”
She caught her breath in a giddy laugh. “Afraid I can’t tell
you what I do since, sadly I’m not that flexible.”
“But you can tell me what you like.” His voice had gone
rough.
“I like the flat of the tongue to part me and then probe me,
circle my clit and then kiss and suck.” She closed her eyes, finding it
difficult to meet his gaze when she spoke about something so intimate, so
secret. Come to think of it, she’d never had a man actually ask her how she
liked it. The few who had given a rat’s ass about her pleasure had been happy
enough to let her order them about, but never quite got the hang of it.
It was the loud schussing sound that caused her to open her
eyes. Lex had moved the coffee table out of the way paying no attention to the
slosh of pear juice all over the towel V had spread. His eyes were locked on
Kelly as he fished out his own pear half and fell to his knees in front of her.
When she realized what the man was about to do she dropped the pear she’d been
holding with a little gasp of surprise and scooted as far back in the chair as
she could. He knelt low, holding the pear in the cup of his hand, as she had,
placing it against the edge of the chair between her legs! She gave a little
yelp and scrambled back in the chair still further, spreading her thighs over
the rise of the chair arms to keep from touching him. He moved forward, the
back of his hand so close to her crotch that she could feel the heat of it, and
he lowered himself still further until his hair nearly brushed the insides of
her thighs. Then, still looking up at her from his position on the floor, he
began at the bottom of the open pear half and ran his tongue flat and
undulating all the way up, flicking in just slightly in a little circle at the
top end before he closed his lips around the apex and she could hear the slurp
and suck of the sweet syrup.
“Oh! Lex! Ah!” And then she went non-verbal, holding her
breath, tightening muscles deep inside her body, the only muscles she dared to
move if she were to keep from touching him. She raised both arms and fisted her
hands in a suicide grip around the back of the chair to keep from curling them
in his hair. Her thighs trembled from her efforts to keep her legs on the chair
arms and not throw them over his shoulders for leverage. She didn’t move. She
didn’t breath as he licked and nuzzled and suckled until pear juice ran down
his chin and onto his tee-shirt, until his face was damp and sticky, until his
forehead was sheened with perspiration, and still he held her gaze as though
they were locked together in each other’s orbit neither able to move without
the other’s consent.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come.” She barely managed a warning when
his own convulsion brought him dangerously near her body. He had stopped
breathing, she was sure of it. She practically climbed the back of the chair to
keep from touching him as he lost control. Then with a tremendous gasp of
oxygen, he straightened, let the pear fall from his hand onto the aubusson
carpet and looked up at her.
“I’m going to pass out.” And he did.
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,
The first book of her
Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet
Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011.
Books two and three, Riding
the Ether, and Elemental
Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall.
An
Executive Decision, Identity
Crisis, The
Exhibition, Interviewing
Wade are all available.
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