Imaginary
Lovers
I suspect every young girl and probably most boys
too have had imaginary lovers. Okay, if I’m being honest, as a writer of
romance and erotica, I have them all the time. J Those imaginary lovers are the lovers we long for when there isn’t
anyone else, when we’re on our own and yearn to be the center of attention of
the best, most amazing, hottest man ever, or when our fantasies turn dark and dangerous
and we need a little bit of scary-hot help. And let’s face it they certainly
have their place in our self-love life, don’t they? They are our images of
perfection, something that doesn’t exist in the real world. Though In The Flesh has a complicated
origin, a part of its roots and, certainly a part of what drives the story is
an imaginary lover. But this imaginary lover is not the book boyfriend of your
dreams. He’s not the one all your friends will be jealous of. Don’t get me
wrong though, this imaginary lover is strong, powerful, outrageously sexy and
he’s completely focused on you. What more could a girl ask for, right?
But what if this insatiable glorious lover, who
blows your mind with sex beyond your wildest dreams, isn’t imaginary at all? Oh,
I’m not talking Cinderella and Prince Charming or Christian Grey and Anna
Steele. Oh no! This lover is way beyond Charming or Grey. In reality, this
lover is the most terrifying being you’ve ever met. And what if, in spite of
even that, you still can’t resist him?
When I first started writing the story of the Chapel
House Guardian, it really was just a short story, an idea about the perfect
imaginary lover gone horribly wrong. But after three different incarnations, shared
in two different writing groups, I realized there was way more to this Guardian
and to those he seduced than what could be contained in one short story. In
fact, I soon discovered it would take something more than a human to thwart the
seduction of the Guardian. 94k words and In
The Flesh later, I discovered that even then, Susan and Michael, and
the Guardian’ strange story wasn’t finished. I’m now writing the sequel, Blind- Sided. Both books are a part
of something even bigger still, the Medusa’s Consortium Series. You’ll
be hearing more about that later. In the meantime, enjoy the excerpt and don’t
forget to comment for a chance to win the giveaway.
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In
The Flesh Blurb:
When
Susan Innes comes to visit her friend, Annie Rivers, in Chapel House, the
deconsecrated church that Annie is renovating into a home, she discovers her
outgoing friend changed, reclusive, secretive, and completely enthralled by a
mysterious lover, whose presence is always felt, but never seen, a lover whom
she claims is god. As her holiday turns into a nightmare, Susan must come to
grips with the fact that her friend’s lover is neither imaginary nor is he
human, and even worse, he’s turned his wandering eye on Susan, and he won’t be
denied his prize. If Susan is to fight an inhuman stalker intent on having her
as his own, she’ll need a little inhuman help.
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EXCERPT
2: In the Flesh: Sex with an Angel:
I stretched up just enough to
brush his lips with mine. My nipples grazed his chest, warm and still bare from
his own shower. The tingle of flesh against flesh coursed through me. Michael
wasn’t in my head, wasn’t in my imagination. I could see firelight dancing over
the rise and fall of a masculine landscape. I could smell him, the clean shower
scent mingling with the tang of body heat. I could smell the ozone and musk of
his arousal, could almost taste the yeasty humid spiking of his desire at the
back of my tongue. I nearly wept with the solid muscle and bone feel of him—the
bulging of a bicep as he lifted his hand to curl fingers in my wet hair, the
tensing of his thighs as he shifted beneath me, the straining against the soft
denim of his jeans—the very solid promise that his need was at least as great
as my own.
His mouth was both hard and soft,
yielding to mine, intuiting my every move, tongue and lips, teeth and jaw. Was
it because he was an angel, I wondered? My insides knotted at the thought, ice
blooming next to fire. Did he also have some way of manipulating my needs,
kindling my lust until I felt like I would burn if I didn’t get relief? Did he
also have some sinister purpose hidden from me? Had I not looked up at the cold
stone of his image just before I was attacked?
As though he read my thoughts, he
tightened his fist in my hair and bit my lip, making me shudder with as much
pleasure as pain. Then he raked his teeth down over my jaw to kiss and nuzzle
my nape. There, against the hammering of my pulse, he whispered, “there’s
nothing supernatural happening here, Susan. I’m flesh and bone, just like you.”
He trapped my palm low on his
belly, and his gaze locked on mine as he guided my hand down inside his
waistband, sucking a harsh breath as I wriggled and twisted my fingers until I
found him, deliciously commando. He was heavy and warm and smooth against my
touch, like steel sheathed in silk.
Impatient as I was, I tore open
his fly with an awkwardness worthy of a teenager, causing him to flinch and
grind and lift his hips toward me, as though that might ease my clumsiness, as
though that might end his denim imprisonment more quickly. And when he was free
in my hand, he bucked upward, nearly landing me on the floor in his efforts to
get his jeans down over his arse and kick them aside. Then, one hand still
fisted in my hair as though he feared I might try to stop his mouth from
gorging on mine, he tossed the forgotten towel across the room, cupped my
buttocks and stood.
I gave a little yelp of surprise
and wrapped my arms and legs around his body, now as naked as my own. It was
only a couple of steps to the bed, and he lowered me onto it with incredible
control, still strategically positioned between my thighs with me grinding and
shifting in a battle to get him where I needed him most. But he resisted,
holding me completely and totally at his mercy. He nibbled the hollow of my
throat as though there was no hurry, as though he could take all of eternity to
explore my body, and he absolutely would if he decided to. He cupped and
kneaded each of my breasts in turn, stroking and tweaking until my nipples
peaked and ached and tingled.
Ignoring my squirming, what
little I could manage from beneath him, embraced and held captive as I was, he
slid a splayed hand down my belly and in between us, opening me with thick,
calloused fingers, finding my need, stoking the flames, teasing me. In
desperation, I reached for his erection, but he slapped my hand away and nipped
my throat. “Be patient, Susan. I’m not about to mount you like an animal in
rut. I understand flesh and blood, the drive of its life force. And,” he
dropped a kiss onto my sternum, “I understand the deceit of divinity to which
we’re all vulnerable.”
“I don’t care. I don’t care,
goddamnit.” My voice was rough and barely audible, my throat was dry and achy
as my mouth formed the words, breathing them almost soundlessly into his mouth.
“I’ve been waiting, needing, wanting since I got to Chapel House. Please don’t
make me wait any longer.”
And just when I was certain I’d
go insane if I couldn’t get him inside me, just when I’d all but clawed a raw
strip down his back and buttocks in an effort to get him where I needed him, he
pulled away, rose up on his knees and looked down at me, breathing like he’d
been running hard. “I don’t have to control your mind to pleasure your flesh.
Say you want me, Susan, and I’ll know if you’re lying. I won’t take you until
it’s me that you want, and not him.”
“Bloody hell,” I gasped, writhing
beneath him like a python over a flame. “I want you, Michael, you fucking know
that I want you. Please, don’t make me wait.”
And he didn’t.
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 Totally Bound, 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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