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Now - To Rome with Lust (Mount trilogy #3) by K D Grace (@kd_grace)
Blurb:
The adventure that Rita Holly began in The
Mount in London and Nick Chase took up in Vegas continues when a sizzling
encounter on a flight to Rome has journalist, Liza Calendar, and perfumer,
Paulo ‘The Nose’ Delacour, in sexy olfactory heaven. The heir apparent of
Martelli Fragrance, Paulo wants Liza’s magnificently sensitive nose to help
develop Martelli’s controversial new line. Paulo has a secret weapon; Martelli
Fragrance is the front for the original Mount, an ancient sex cult of which he
is a part, and Paulo plans to use the scent of sex to enhance Martelli’s
Innuendo line. As Liza and Paulo sniff out the scent of seduction, they become
their own best lab rats. But when someone steals the perfume formulas and lays
the blame at Liza’s feet, she and Paulo must sniff out the culprit and prove
Liza’s innocence before more is exposed than just secret formulas.
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Excerpt:
‘People are looking. We should stop.’ Liza
barely got the words out before he leaned in just a tiny bit further and, in
his enthusiasm, his lips brushed hers. Everything spiked in a sharp stab of
scent that settled right between her legs, as they both gasped and sat back,
eyes wide, fingers pressed to lips. A flight to Paris was called over the
intercom immediately after one to Frankfurt and, in the jostling and shifting
and gathering of belongings, no one was paying any attention to them. Though
she wasn’t sure it would have made any difference even if they’d suddenly been
center stage. Their gaze locked on each other, cheeks flushed, chests heaving,
they sat locked in a moment so tight, so full that its breaking apart was
inevitable. It was ridiculous. She was seconds away from coming, and his cock
was about to burst his trousers and his lips, my god his lips, she could think
of so many places on her body she wanted those lips.
‘I have to know,’ he gasped. ‘Surely you
want to know too.’ Then he did the unthinkable. He curled his fingers into the
back of her hair and pulled her to him. This time their lips met with a clash
of teeth and a gasping swallow of oxygen that transitioned into parted lips and
darting tongues and an absolute explosion of scent. If he had smelled amazing
by himself, if his scent had sharpened hers to the cutting edge of orgasm, then
the mixing and blending that happened when they touched, when those two scents
came together was shattering. ‘I’ve never smelled anything like it,’ she
breathed into his mouth.
‘Me neither,’ He bit her lower lip and
tugged and their blended smell became darker, more spicy, tones of earth and
sea, pepper and honey and my god the guy could kiss!
She came first with a guttural grunt that
began deep in her center and washed over her like a riptide. She tried
desperately to hide it, but he knew it. He felt it, she even thought he smelled
it, and he tightened his fist in her hair, breathing her into his open mouth.
Both his hands then slid to her shoulders in a grip that was almost painful as
he pulled back, his gaze locked on hers, and his whole body convulsed, and
again, and again, his deep mocha gaze holding her tight as pupils dilated and
eyelids shuddered.
For a moment they sat stunned, staring at
each other, struggling to catch their breath. He looked shell-shocked, and she
must have looked at least as bad. ‘I’m sorry,’ they both said at the same time
as they mirrored each other in a nervous laugh.
Then the intercom called the flight to
Rome. ‘That’s my flight,’ she gasped, suddenly awash in a wave of
embarrassment. She grabbed her bag and her laptop and fled, feeling certain
everyone was watching, feeling certain everyone knew exactly what they had
done. She left quickly, babbling on about duty free and gifts, sounding like a
total idiot. It didn’t matter though, at the end of the day, she’d never see
the man again. And she’d never smell him again. That saddened her.
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. 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 are all available.
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