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.
About K D Grace/Grace
MarshallVoted 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
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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