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Guest Blogger: S. Nano

Lady Sally’s other adventures

Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester is the main character of Mistress Of The Air. She’s a larger than life, incorrigible dominatrix who travels across the Empires of Europe finding new and inventive ways to punish her submissive gentlemen and creating mayhem along the way.

Lady Sally was featured in other adventures before Mistress Of The Air. Her first appearance was in a short story, ‘Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester and the Silk Merchant of Samarkand’, which appeared in an anthology called Beltane Fire (Xcite Books, 2012). In this story, she travels to the silk route city of Samarkand to follow up an account in the journal of her ancestor who tells of a marvellous weave of silk that works like a kind of ancient day Viagra. In fact, we find out in this story that Lady Sally is descended from a Samarkand courtesan. She ends up getting fucked on the tomb of Tamerlane the magnificent by her silk merchant.

She returned in ‘Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester and the Walled Garden’ in an anthology of stories on the theme of gardening erotica in Fifty Shades of Green (Greenwoman Publishing, 2014). In this story she commissions landscape gardener, Jack Buckingham, to design a walled garden planted with poisonous and prickly flora which Lady Sally proceeds to use on him before fucking him in her new garden (yes, there’s a theme developing here!)

Lady Sally possessed some distinctly Steampunk characteristics in both these earlier stories, especially her love of fine corsetry and nice afternoon teas. But in ‘Lady Sally’ Rudston-Chichester and the Automaton Horse’ (Forbidden Fiction, 2015, reproduced in the anthology Of Passion and Steam, 2017) she developed into a fully-fledged Steampunk character. After her horse is beaten by Lord Melchiot’s at York Races, believing she’s been cheated, she plots her revenge involving a brass, automaton horse that provide unique opportunities for some exquisite punishment.

Mistress Of The Air does sneak in some references to Lady Sally’s earlier adventures including her lineage as the ancestor of a Samarkand courtesan. And she has fun telling her companions these tales whilst smoking a hookah pipe of hashish whilst in Istanbul.

So, as you can see, the character of Lady Sally has been developing, reaching its culmination in Mistress Of The Air. You can expect wild escapades, kinky BDSM, the fastest airship ever built, dastardly devices, explosions and nice cups of teas. I hope you’ll join Lady Sally for the ride

Buy links to Lady Sally’s other adventures:

Beltane Fire: http://slavenano.co.uk/writing/lady-sally-rudston-chichester-and-the-silk-merchant-of-samarkand/s

Fifty Shades of Green: http://slavenano.co.uk/writing/lady-sally-rudston-chichester-and-the-walled-garden/

Lady Sally and the Automaton Horse: http://slavenano.co.uk/writing/lady-sally-and-the-automaton-horse/

Book Blurb

Mistress of the Air is a Comic, Steampunk, Erotic Adventure.

Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester owns a brass mine in Zanzibar, a Lapsang Souchong tea plantation in China, a rubber tree farm in Malaysia, trunk loads of corsetry, and the country’s largest collection of antique whips and floggers.

Larger than life, and itching to find new and inventive ways to punish her submissive gentlemen, the Edwardian dominatrix has a vision. Embracing the spirit of the new age of aviation, she embarks on a series of adventures on her own airship, The Corseted Domme, with her transvestite maid, Victoria, her airship pilot, Captain Wyndham, and her automaton sex toy, Borghild.

A select group of submissive gentlemen, consisting of a duke, bishop, lawyer and banker, is invited to join Lady Sally so she can try out her new dastardly devices and sex toys on them. She whips, spanks and punishes her way across the Empires of Europe, dropping off to visit her aristocratic relatives and friends for afternoon tea.

But Lady Sally’s journey is not uneventful. War is threatening to break out and the Ministry of Aviation want to commandeer her airship for the war effort. And when The Corseted Domme has a crash landing, Lady Sally realises there is a stowaway on board intent on sabotaging her airship.

There will be wild escapades, kinky BDSM, dastardly devices, explosions and nice cups of tea.

Buy links

Ebook

Amazon US (Kindle): http://amzn.to/2qsu64J

Amazon UK (Kindle): http://amzn.to/2pxDBhr

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/mistress-of-the-air-s-nano/1126181430?ean=9781545250242

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/mistress-of-the-air

Print

Amazon US (print): https://www.amazon.com/Mistress-Air-S-Nano/dp/1545250243/

Amazon UK (print): https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mistress-Air-S-Nano/dp/1545250243/

Create space/eXcessica (print): https://www.createspace.com/7078177

 

Extract

Lady Sally was an organised and ruthless shopper. She had a vision for what she needed and set about her purchases with determination. She was also a tough negotiator and bartered hard with the traders to get a good, and fair, price. This was, of course, only what they would have expected, but if they thought this rich, aristocratic English woman was going to be a soft touch, that illusion was soon dispelled. Lady Sally used a combination of hard bargaining skills, along with her undoubted charm, to secure a good price.

They went from block to block in the bazaar, each zone specialising in a particular craft. She wanted hand-woven Turkish rugs and bought several of them, with brightly coloured geometric patterns. She purchased ceramics, copper bowls, hukkah pipes, silver tea pots, decorated glasses and lamps. That was before she even got to the section selling materials and clothing where she bought silks, cottons, kaftans, gowns, silk slippers and an abundant supply of silver jewellery. Then there were the spices and incenses, and last, but not least the teas. There were stalls selling a vast range of teas, many blends she was familiar with, but she also purchased pomegranate and jasmine teas, which she’d never tried before.

The chests filled up quickly, and it wasn’t long before the six men found themselves carting the laden trunks around the bazaar with them. Lady Sally shopped like a whirling dervish, and it wasn’t until it was time for tea that she finally stopped.

They retired to a tea shop recommended by Mr Mustafa. Lady Sally was sipping green tea whilst inhaling enormous drafts of smoke from a huge hukkah pipe. She was in a good mood… an exceedingly good mood.

She was giggling manically and telling them tales of her colourful past.

“Did I tell you about the time in Samarkand when I got fucked on the tomb of Tamerlane the Magnificent by my silk merchant?” she announced, proceeding to relate the story in graphic detail.

Then she told them about her poison garden at Rudston Hall, and how she’d fucked her gardener, and about how she punished Lord Melchiot on her automaton horse.

She was in fits of giggles.

“Oh, I’ve had such marvellous adventures.” She turned to the merchant, “So tell me, Mr Mustafa, is this what is called ‘hashish’?”

“Yes, Lady Sally, the very finest… and potent.”

“Well, I must say, this is wonderful stuff. My last purchase will be to stock up with some to take back to England.”

By now the whole party was well and truly stoned, except for Victoria, who had a ‘gippy’ stomach from the horse’s testicle, and had declined the offer of smoking hashish. In between reclining on the divans collapsed in a constant state of giggles, they managed to demolish a huge plate of flatbreads, lamb kebabs, chickpea dip, dates and other delicacies.

A young, veiled woman approached them.

“Come here, my dear,” called Lady Sally. “What a lovely necklace. It’s so shiny. Oh, my goodness, I’ve never seen anything so shiny! I don’t think my poor eyes can stand the brightness.”

“Please, are you the famous English lady, Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester?”

Lady Sally was not averse to bit of flattery, “Oh, famous, well yes, naturally my reputation does proceed me.”

“I’ve read about you in the Istanbul Sun. You are a strong lady who will stand up to males and protect women. I have come to plead for your help.”

Victoria’s ears pricked up. Alarm bells rang.

“Yes, do tell me more,” Lady Sally encouraged.

“My name is Nisrahur. You see, my sister has been picked up from the streets by the sultan’s guards where she has been taken to his harem as a slave. I know the girls are badly mistreated. I was hoping a lady of your standing could negotiate with the sultan to get her released.”

“I will do better than that,” exclaimed Lady Sally. “I will rescue her!”

Her maid tried to intervene, “Madam, is this wise? This could end up as a disaster. I see more explosions and being chased out of Istanbul.”

“Victoria, let it not be said Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester will not leap to the defence of her sex for a noble cause.”

About the author

S. Nano is an author of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings, often drawing on the themes of female supremacy, BDSM and fetish but with a seam of quirky humour running through them as well.

His first full-length erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a BDSM/fetish re-invention of Alice in Wonderland, was published by Xcite Books. His short stories and novellas have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing.

His second novel, ‘Mistress Of The Air’ was published by eXcessica on 21st April 2017.

Web site: www.slavenano.co.uk/writing

Blog: www.slavenano.co.uk/blog

Facebook (Nano Vaslen): http://www.facebook.com/nano.vaslen

Mistress Of The Air facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/Mistress-Of-The-Air-1671491076492099/

Pinterest: http://uk.pinterest.com/nanovaslen/

Amazon UK author profile: http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B005EBU1QI

Amazon US author profile: https://www.amazon.com/Slave-Nano/e/B005EBU1QI/

Goodreads author profile: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/6828376-slave-nano

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Guest Blogger: Elizabeth Black

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It’s good to meet you, Dirty Birdie Authors. My name is Elizabeth Black and I write smut. Good smut. The kind of smut that gets your knickers soaked. I’m here to tell you about my new and delicious erotic romance novel, No Restraint. I’m also offering a give-away of one of my two erotic retellings of fairy tales, either Trouble In Thigh High Boots (erotic Puss In Boots) or Climbing Her Tower (erotic Rapunzel). Your choice. Enter the contest and good luck!

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I love reading, although it’s a bit harder than it used to be for me since my eyes are shot. I need Coke bottle bottom glasses. I have a Kindle and I set the font to a larger font number. I also read with my glasses off. It’s easier to see the print that way. I read mostly horror, thrillers, and mysteries but I do like erotic short story collections. I have a special fondness for erotic retellings of fairy tales. My next read for enjoyment is Ann Rice’s Sleeping Beauty series she wrote as Anne Rochelaure. I really need to add those books to my repertoire.

My favorite way to read is sitting on the couch with my headphones on. I block out ambient sound with trance music. Digitally Imported – Epic Trance is my favorite radio station. I’m one of those people who can read and write with music playing in the background. In addition to trance, I like ambient New Age music, especially if ocean sounds play in the background. My favorite artists are Armin van Buuren, Paul van Dyk, Tiêsto, Aly and Fila, Sean Tyas, Biosphere, Enigma, Delerium, Adiemus, and Dan Gibson.

My book No Restraint takes all I like about erotic romance and I put it into one story. My alpha hero Jackson Beale has the good looks and money that make fantasy heroes so popular in romance fiction but the guy isn’t perfect. He has plenty of flaws. My heroine Alex Craig has already begun her journey into experiencing the full extent of all her senses. She craves la Dolce Vita. She simply needs a more experienced partner to show her the ropes, and she finds him in Jackson. They share a trip into the sexy and exciting world of decadence. I wrote the kind of book I like to read.

Reading is an enjoyable pastime, next to watching cheesy horror movies. I have been able to get into a good book since I first learned to read. Even before that – when my mother would read to me. As long as I can enjoy a good book, all will be right with the world.

Amazon U. S.: https://www.amazon.com/No-Restraint-Elizabeth-Black-ebook/dp/B01IGHFZI0/

Amazon U. K.: https://www.amazon.co.uk/No-Restraint-Elizabeth-Black-ebook/dp/B01IGHFZI0/

Web Site: http://elizabethablack.blogspot.com/p/no-restraint.html

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no-restraint-largeBlurb:

Alex Craig accepts a new job at a high-end sex doll company called Babes. Babes’ dolls are high-end, expensive silicone love toys. Working at Babes is like working for a bacchanal. The company’s culture is all about decadence, enjoying the good life, exciting sex, and enticing food and drink. Alex meets Jackson Beale, one of the company’s vice-presidents. Jackson takes Alex on a new and exciting journey of carnal pleasure. He introduces her to new tactile and kinky pleasures, and she relishes her excitement. The world takes on an entirely new meaning and importance to Alex as she learns what she’s been missing in her life.

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elizabeth_blackBio:

Elizabeth Black writes sexy and naughty stories as an erotica and erotic romance writer. She lives a stone’s throw from the churning Atlantic ocean on the Massachusetts coast with her husband and son, and the beach figures prominently in many of her stories. When she is not creating new exciting and sexy worlds, she enjoys baking, making her own bath products, watching horror movies, reading, and traveling. She makes a point of traveling with her husband to Chinatown in Boston most Fridays in the dead of night for a tasty dinner at stupid o’clock in the morning. An inveterate cat lover, her three little furballs keep her company while she writes and otherwise goes about her day. Here’s where to find her on the web.

Elizabeth Black – Blog and Web Site (sign up for her newsletter!)

http://elizabethablack.blogspot.com

E. A. Black – Blog and Web Site (sign up for her newsletter!)

http://eablack-writer.blogspot.com

Elizabeth Black – Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/elizabethablack

Elizabeth Black/E. A. Black – Facebook Page

https://www.facebook.com/elizabethblackwriter

Elizabeth Black – Twitter

http://twitter.com/ElizabethABlack

Elizabeth Black – Amazon Author Page

https://www.amazon.com/author/elizabethblack

E. A. Black – Amazon Author Page

http://amazon.com/author/eablack

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Excerpt:

In bed that evening, she succumbed to the build-up of lust she felt for Jackson since the moment she laid eyes on him at Babes. She felt as if she had fallen into a deep, warm bottomless well. Her stomach flip-flopped with excitement as she sailed headfirst into her passion for Jackson. The scent of limes, lemongrass, and sea salt lingered on his skin. As she undressed him, her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. He took her hands in his and guided them to his hips. Arousal took over her very being. She wanted him, and she shivered with delight at his invitation. With one graceful movement, he removed his shirt. She spied a tattoo of an Asian character on his right shoulder, and she traced the ink with her index finger.

‘What’s this?’

‘It’s Japanese Kanji. The word is nikuyoku.’

‘And that means?’

He turned his face toward hers and gave her a sly smile. ‘Lust.’

Wasting no time, he quickly removed her shirt. Warm air flowed over her skin, making her tingle all over. His mere touch drove her mad! When he pressed his lips against her throat, it took all her willpower to keep from throwing him on the bed and taking over herself. She didn’t want to do that. No, she wanted him to ravish her. They were in no rush, and she wanted to enjoy his body and her own craving to the fullest.

‘You drive me mad, woman,’ he moaned in her ear. ‘You get under my skin like no one ever has before. I’m not sure what it is about you.’ He brushed his lips against her jawline. ‘Your honesty. Your sweetness. I trust you, which is saying a lot. I’m not by nature a trusting person. You bring out the best in me. I want to take good care of you.’

She didn’t know what to say in response that wouldn’t sound trite, so instead she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. His lips traveled from her jaw down her throat until they reached her breasts. Hands trembling, he kneaded her breasts until the soft flesh glowed pink. Nipples hard and aching for his touch, she melted into his embrace when he sucked on each one, slowly and with great gentleness.

Without warning, he knelt in front of her on the bed, his head between her knees. His hands gripped her hips with such longing she couldn’t help but run her fingers through his hair. He sighed, and looked up at her with wide, shining eyes. The longing and love in his face stunned her. She knew he opened up to her in ways he didn’t to others, and she didn’t want to ever let him go.

‘You mean the world to me, Alex,’ he said. ‘This is a very special day to me. I hope it is for you, too. It’s the first time we’re going to make love. And I want it to be perfect.’

Overwhelmed with emotion, she smiled and kissed him on the forehead, then on the cheeks, eyes, and lips. She needed him as much as he needed her, and she was never going to let him go. His passion aroused her so much she was already very wet. She lay on her back on the bed, legs spread, waiting for him to enter her, but he surprised her by kissing her knees, and moving up to her thighs. With eagerness, he kissed her heat. Jackson gently lapped her folds with his expert tongue until she was so wet and overheated sweat beaded on her forehead.

Jackson slipped two fingers inside her, then three, all the while stroking himself until he was hard. He worked her into a frenzy so exciting, her pulse pounded in her head. She gripped his hair in both hands and guided his head to her sweet spot. As his tongue flicked against her clit, his fingers worked her pussy. Her arousal built in a crescendo, and she arched her back, taking in all his hard work with a cry as she had the first of several orgasms. As one subsided, another erupted in its place. Her orgasms came and went in long, glorious waves until she finally collapsed beneath him.

Delighted, she laughed and pulled him to her until his head rested on her shoulder. She held him tight, never wanting to let him go. Far from finished, he turned over on his back and motioned for her to ride him.

His thick hair fanned out on the pillow as she sat astride him and slipped a condom over his erection. She guided him inside, rocking and bucking as her arousal once again peaked to the heights of bliss. She raked his shoulders with her fingernails as if digging into his flesh made him more real. Inhaling deeply, she took in his alluring scent. Her head spun with arousal, and her skin tingled with each stroke of his hand.

After she came yet again, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over onto her back. He thrust into her, deeper and harder with each stroke, and minutes after she came his orgasm exploded into her. Sweat from heat and lust coated their bodies in a soft patina.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms as if they belonged together. In the morning, Alex awakened facing away from Jackson who spooned her, one arm draped around her waist, and his legs twisted in her own.

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When Characters Just Keep On Giving – Guest Post by K D Grace (@kd_grace)

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Giveaway: To help me celebrate the launch of Landscapes, I’m giving away a $30/£20 Amazon gift voucher. Enter via the Rafflecopter for chances to win!  

When Characters just Keep On Giving

I’d like to thank the totally fabulous Dirty Birdies for hosting me on the final day of my Landscapes blog tour and giveaway! It’s a real treat to be here with you lovely ladies.

I’ll admit it, okay? Sometimes a writer just falls in love with her own character. It doesn’t happen often, at least not for me, but when it does, I guess I become a bit of a stalker. That was certainly the case with Alonso Darlington. I wasn’t nearly ready to say good-bye to him at the end of Landscapes.

After the Brit Boys: On Boys Book Bundle came out, in which Landscapes first appeared, I had several somewhat fan-fic-ie sort of encounters with Alonso on my blog – all because I just wanted to spend more time with him and his entourage. Sometimes characters seem real enough that you just want to stay with them awhile after their story ends. But in Alonso’s case, it was more than that. In Alonso’s case his love story with Reese Chambers, which he was not happy about me sharing far and wide, was just the beginning of the story. And the more I got to know him, the more surprised I was to find that he and I had a history together that I had known nothing about.

It wasn’t long after the release of the Brit Boys: On Boys Book Bundle that I started an online serial called In The Flesh. It was based on a short story I’d written ages ago that I always felt I wanted to expand upon. Doing so as an online serial for my blog seemed the way to let the story unfold to its true conclusion. Imagine my surprise when the short story I thought might be a novella grew into, not just a novel, but a fairly hefty one. Imagine my even greater surprise when Alonso Darlington and company showed up early in that novel and ended up being major players. Well, knock me over with a feather if Alonso didn’t surprise me again by playing a major role in the sequel to In The Flesh, my present work in progress, Blind-Sided.

The thing about Alonso Darlington is that he’s a vampire with a past I knew nothing about. Actually he’s a vampire from my past, and I certainly knew nothing about that. Though he’s not a character in Stones, one of my very favourite short stories, one I wrote for the wonderful Seducing the Myth anthology edited by Dirty Birdies’s very own Lucy Felthouse, his beginnings are definitely rooted there in Magda Gardener’s tangled derelict garden. The main character in that story, Magda Gardener, is none other than Medusa herself, and who knew that she and Alonso Darlington had a history? Who knew that Alonso owed her big-time? Oh the tangled web we write! Alonso and Reese’s story along with In The Flesh, Blind-Sided and Buried Pleasures – a bigger novel still, have become the beginning three novels of the Medusa’s Consortium series, which you’ll be hearing much more about in the future, I’m sure. Who knew one reclusive vampire could wield such influence? He certainly worked his magic on this writer, and though he might prefer to be left alone in he remote ancestral home, I’m sure I’ll be stalking Alonso and Reese and Talia for at least a few more good stories, and I’m pretty certain Magda Gardener has no intention of leaving the man in peace. Here’s a little snippet from Landscapes.

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Landscapes200Landscapes Blurb:

Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life?

Buy links: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/landscapes/

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Landscapes Excerpt:

It was nearing dawn when Talia returned to our accommodations smelling of sex, as I knew she would if she were to obtain for me what I wanted. By then my blood burned in my veins, and my body felt too close to me, as though the flesh that I dwelt in suddenly conspired to crush me with its demands. And though I knew that Reese Chambers could not have refused her even if she had come to him as a toothless, foul-smelling hag, I hated her that he had poured himself into her body while I had been left with only my fantasies kindling my lust to an inferno.

Though my need was such that my flesh was fevered and my cock an insistent throb, until she returned, I held myself contained within skin that felt too thin. When she saw the state that I was in, she pulled the heavy drapes with an efficient tug, then with a nod of her head, motioned me to follow her down into the basement room that had been prepared for me. When she turned to me at the foot of the bed, before she could opened her kiss-bruised lips to speak, I took her mouth, starving for the first taste of him, the taste of his saliva, the taste of his blood, mixed with hers. She’d bitten him; he’d bitten her back. He was rough, and he liked to be treated rough, but he kept that to himself. He was embarrassed by it. His lips were slightly chapped from so much time in the sun and wind, and they’d slid against hers, suckling and stroking and pressing until her mouth opened to his. With ravenous laps of my tongue, I tasted him in her mouth, and she held back the moan of response, so I could hear the echoes of his groans, heavy with need he’d not satisfied in awhile, and I felt kinship in my own unsatisfied needs. Images of him flashed through my head. Christ, his eyes were green, dark green like the evergreen forests of the north, and he kept them open when he kissed her, taking her in with his eyes.

I shoved aside the silk of her low bodice exposing her breasts, breasts that his hands had cupped. My nipples peeked to sharp aching points at the feel of his calloused thumbs raking, pressing and releasing. I breathed in his scent on her breasts, burying my face in her cleavage, licking the taste of salty, slightly picante maleness, sniffing and tasting until I could stand it no more. In one violent jerk, I tore the dress all the way down and shoved it off her shoulders, away from the flesh he had licked and kissed and mounted. I cried out at the feel of him, weight on one elbow, knee spreading her thighs, fingers opening her heaviness, anxious to penetrate, anxious to relieve his need. And then, with Talia free of clothing, Reese Chambers’ essence filled the room. Talia’s panties were still wet with his semen mixed with her humid desire, and I tore them from her and forced her onto her stomach, onto her hands and knees, so that it was not her face I saw, but his that I imagined. With hands on her hips, I raised her bottom in the air and spread her still swollen, still slippery folds with fingers made awkward by my arousal, letting the scent of his hot bread and honey release intoxicate me. Then I buried my face in her snatch and, as I ate his lust from her, I knew him.

He was Cumbrian born and bred, and his accent was the soft lilting sound of the fells. He was a landscaper and a gardener by trade. His hands held the magic of the earth and his mind conceived ideas for beautiful outdoor spaces; those he liked best were patterned after Renaissance and medieval gardens. He was homesick and heartsick. He’d gone to Surrey to work with his father because the money was good. But his father had died recently and he had returned home to Cumbria. He didn’t care if he had to work in a pub or muck stables. He wanted to be home. He missed the people and he missed the fells. He missed the simpler, more honest rhythms of life. He was shy, even a bit reclusive. He read voraciously and widely, he liked astronomy and he was afraid of snakes, though it embarrassed him to admit it. He hadn’t had sex in a long time, and found it better to have a wank session than a meaningless encounter. The facts of him, the details of his life raced at me in a flood I consumed ravenously with each lap of my tongue.

As I ate Talia I felt the shape of his face, the curve of his chin, the rise and fall of his chest as he had done the same. I felt the soft tuft of bronze curls nestled between the hard rise of his pecs and the courser, deeper curls that caressed his testicles and his cock when it was at rest, but it hadn’t been at rest. How many times had he taken her? He was thick enough to fill her and the friction of him inside was delicious and maddening. The shape of him – I wanted to caress the shape of him, with my hands, with my mouth, and the taking of his essence from Talia was an act of ripping away something that should have been mine. As I bruised her arse with kneading fingers and, as I licked the last of his release from her, she managed a breathless moan. ‘Take the rest. God, Alonso, take the rest, and release me.’

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Me and the Battle Rope bondingAbout K D Grace/Grace Marshall

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 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:                                                                  

Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/

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