Sometimes
it Sizzles When Things Go Pear-shaped
The Tutor Cover Reveal
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!
Preorder: 30th August
Early Download (on the TB website): 13th September
General Release: 11th October
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.
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