Sometimes it Sizzles
When Things Go Pear-shaped
The Tutor Cover Reveal
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, 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.
Find K D
Here:
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