The Lakeland
Witches Box Set Blitz and Giveaway by K D Grace (@kd_grace)
When
the mist descends on the high fells of the English Lake District, danger lurks.
Demons, witches, ghosts and more gravitate to the powerful Elemental Coven –
some as friends and allies, some as deadly enemies. The battle in the mist is a
battle for power and love and lust, but most of all, for Tara Stone and the
Lakeland Witches, it’s a battle for survival.
At
last the entire Lakeland Witches Saga is available in a box set. One giant chilling, sizzling, dark and lusty binge read
available now for preorder with release set for 29 October. Make it your
Halloween Treat.
Giveaway:
To promote pre-orders for The Lakeland Witches Box Set, I’m giving away a
$30/£20 Amazon gift voucher. Comment for a chance to win! Pre-order your copy of The Lakeland Witches
Box Set for a chance to make the author VERY happy. J
Sex is magic
for the Elemental Coven -- powerful magic. But will it be enough to defeat the
hate-driven demon determined to destroy them with the very magic of their own
lust?
Body Temperature and Rising Book: 1 of
the Lakeland Witches Series
American
transplant to the Lake District, MARIE WARREN, didn’t know she could unleash
demons and enflesh ghosts until a voyeuristic encounter on the fells ends in
sex with the charming ghost, ANDERSON, and night visits from a demon. To help
her cope with her embarrassing and dangerous new abilities, Anderson brings her
to the ELEMENTALS, a coven of witches who practice rare sex magic that
temporarily allows needy ghosts access to the pleasures of the flesh.
DEACON, the
demon Marie has unleashed, holds an ancient grudge against TARA STONE, coven
high priestess, and will stop at nothing to destroy all she holds dear. Marie
and her landlord, the reluctant young farmer, TIM MERIWETHER, are at the top of
his list. Marie and Tim must learn to wield coven magic and the numinous power
of their lust to stop Deacon’s bloody rampage before the coven is torn apart
and more innocent people die.
Riding the Ether: Book 2 of the Lakeland
Witches Series
Cassandra
Larkin keeps her ravenous and dangerous sexual appetite secret until she
seduces Anderson in the mysterious void of the Ether. Anderson is the
sexy, insatiable ghost who can give her exactly what she needs.
But sex is
dangerous in a place like the Ether…
When the
treacherous demon, Deacon, discovers the truth about the origin of Cassandra’s
powerful lust, he plots to use her sex magic for revenge on Tara Stone and the
Elemental Coven, who practice their own brand of sex magic.
Cassandra must
embrace the lust and sexuality she fears and learn to use its power. Will she
stand with Anderson, Tara, and the Elemental Coven against Deacon’s wrath or
suffer the loss of friendship, magic and love?
Elemental Fire: Book 3 of the Lakeland
Witches Series
Obsessed with
revenge, KENNET LUCIAN makes a deal with a demon, a deal he comes to regret
when he meets TARA STONE, head of the Elemental Coven, and a powerful witch
with a desire for revenge at least as great as his. Even though the attraction
between the two is magnetic and the lust combustive, Kennet must betray her to
accomplish his goal, which is ultimately her goal as well; to put a final end
to the demon, Deacon’s, reign of terror. But can Tara trust the man who has
wormed his way into her heart and the heart of the Elemental Coven? Can she
trust LUCIA, the demon with whom Kennet is allied, a demon with her own agenda.
The path to Deacon’s destruction is far from clear, and the price that must be
paid to be free of him forever may be too high, even for Tara Stone.
Demon Interrupted: Book 4 of the Lakeland
Witches Series
What secrets
does a man have that would cause him to chooses to live under a spell that
magically erased his past? When that spell is broken Ferris Ryder must choose
to remember all that he was, all that he has done and all that drove him to
willingly forget. If he chooses not to remember, the consequences will be dire
for himself and the Elemental Coven, who are now his family.
Is the
mysterious Elaine, who both fears and desires Ferris, a ghost with a past all
her own, or merely a figment of his fevered dreams as he struggles against time
to remember the past he fears or destroy the very people for whom he chose to
forget.
Excerpt from Demon
Interrupted:
In a room full of people Ferris could remain totally
unnoticed. It was almost as though he were invisible. He heard things that way,
saw things others missed. Fiori suspected that was part of his magic. However,
at the moment, he was completely and totally the centre of her attention as his
warm, wet tongue teased its way down and around the puckered peaks and the
rapid rise and fall of her breasts. One splayed hand cupped and fondled her
tight pubic curls while the other worried open his fly. What he was doing to
her body was also a part of his magic and way more of a surprise, considering
the man’s unassuming nature, than his ability to blend in.
She writhed beneath him totally naked, just as she had been
when he entered her room. Gently, he eased her out of a bad dream, back into
the Waking World, and into his arms. She didn’t know where he’d been before he
came to her. The man seldom slept – and him not even a ghost. He might have
adjourned to the library after the rest of the house had entered the Dream
World, or perhaps he had been in Skye’s bed, sharing pleasure with her and
Alice. He was generous with his affections. But then he’d hardly fit in at
Elemental Cottage if he were otherwise. How he had known she was having the
dream again? How had he known about the dream at all? And yet he did, and she
was glad that he came to her. ‘Sh! Sh. It’s only a dream, Fiori,’ he whispered.
‘Only a dream.’ He’d brought her a glass of water from the bathroom and had
returned with a thick white towel. While she drank as though she had just
traversed the desert, he gently wiped the perspiration from her face and her
shoulders. Then he took the glass away and moved the soft terrycloth knap in
slow, lazy circles down her back and her ribs as she slid into his arms, laying
her head against his shoulder. ‘Do you want me to stay with you?’ he asked.
She only nodded, tightening her arms around his neck.
His black shirt was open and untucked and his nipples
hardened as she slid her arms inside and up his back. ‘Do you want me to make
love to you?’ He asked it as simply as a parent would ask a child if she would
like a bedtime story. He asked it because he knew in a house where sex magic
was practiced, healing came in the form of passion, and she nodded again
because she knew that, too. His cock was already hard, but then she had noticed
that it often was. In those times when he allowed attention to be drawn to
himself, in those times when he made his presence known, he neither attempted
to hide his erection nor did he attempt to flaunt it. It was the ease and the
comfort with which he wore his own masculinity that made him seem like a much
larger man than he really was. In spite of his chameleon nature, he was not shy
by any means, and his stamina and his finesse made him a welcome addition to
the beds of all of the Elemental witches and their consorts.
Impatient for the feel of him freed, she shoved at his
trousers, the scrape of the zipper seeming unusually loud in the quiet room. He
ran his hand down to aid her as she struggled to free his cock. He was neither
large nor small. Even his cock was nothing unusual to draw attention to itself
– and yet there was no one at Elemental Cottage who didn’t relish the thought
of Ferris between their legs, of Ferris shifting and grinding as though his
unassuming penis had a secret magic all its own once properly sheathed in an
appreciative pussy or mouth or arsehole.
His breath caught with a grunt as she fisted the length of
him, and she could almost feel the ripples of lust rising up the vertebrae of
his spine. For a second he wrapped his hand around hers and shifted his hips.
Then he pulled her fingers free, kissing each one of them, running his tongue
in ticklish strokes over the tips, making her hips rock in empathy against the
mattress. ‘I’m going to taste you now. I can already smell how good you’ll be.’
With a wriggle of his arse and a shove with his feet he shed his trousers as he
crawled down between her thighs. He nudged her open with the smoothly shaven
wedge of his jaw, clearing the way with nose and lips, teeth and tongue. The
humidity of his breath blew across her clit, which rose up in anticipation.
‘There,’ he said, his fingers parting her as agilely and
exactingly as if he was a pianist and she was his instrument. For an age he
studied her, fingered her, arranged her as though there was only one way, the
best way to approach her dark, heavy folds, and he would not partake until he
knew exactly what would bring all of her focus, all of her energy, all of her
arousal to the very centre of his attention. ‘And now –’ his words were little
more than a rush of breath ‘–I’ll give you what you need.’ He took her with his
whole mouth, hunched over her like a lion at his prey, the muscles of his
shoulders bunched tight, dusted and gilded in moonlight. And she felt the bloom
of her arousal like a bud swelling, bursting, opening. Then the bloom became an
explosion rising up from someplace suspended above the base of her spine. He
held her hips, held her steady with a strength his body belied as she bucked
against his mouth, as she convulsed, as the moon moved in and out amid the
undulation of slate clouds.
In the hazy vision of heat he seemed larger than himself,
much larger than himself, as though his arousal, their arousal together had
released something broader of shoulder, deeper of chest, darker of memory. And,
as the moon disappeared, the power of him rose like a shadow, thick and all-
consuming and, somehow, other than himself. The hair on the back of her neck
rose. Gooseflesh prickled over her breasts, even as she rocked out her orgasm
against his mouth. But before the tingle of uncertainty and the edge of fear
could take hold, the moon reappeared and unassuming Ferris gave her clit one
last hard tug with his lips. Then he rose over her, positioning himself, easing
her open with his knees and his hips. ‘I need you in me,’ she said, her voice
nearly lost in her struggle for oxygen. ‘A need which I share,’ came his urgent
reply. It took no more than the tucking of his hips and a single thrust and he
was in deep. She was slick and ready for him, gripping him as though she hadn’t
just come, as though she was desperate for him to take her. With arms much
stronger than they looked, he lifted her legs around his hips and positioned
himself so that with each thrust he raked her clit, and she could almost swear
that in the stark relief of moonlight and shadow his eyes were onyx black and
yet bright, so bright. Even in the glow of a nearly full moon, he rode her in
the light of an afterimage that made no sense, and she was reminded that not
even Ferris understood his own magic. The closer they both came to orgasm the
larger and heavier the afterimage grew. And the larger the afterimage, the
harder they strained for release. When orgasm broke over them, so did the
shadow, consuming them for the briefest of moments and then receding behind
their own efforts to recover themselves, taking with it Fiori’s urge to speak
of it, to question it.
‘Shall I stay with you?’ Ferris asked when they had both
calmed enough to speak.
‘If you don’t mind, I’d like that.’
‘There’ll be no more dreams tonight.’ He eased his penis
free and sought out the towel again as he slid down under the duvet next to
her. ‘But it will perhaps ease your journey back into sleep if you’re not
alone.’
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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