Sometimes it Sizzles When
Things Go Pear-shaped
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
“Was this your idea or Dillon’s? Kelly asked, hoping to relax him.
“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.
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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.
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