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

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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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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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Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace

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The Craziest Month of my Life – Guest Post by SJ Smith (@sjsmithauthor @sinfulpress)

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It’s been one hell of a June. In the past thirty days my wife has left me, I’ve had two novels published, Britain has voted to quit the EU, Wales has made the quarter-finals of Euro 2016 and I’ve made the acquaintance of a Parisian lady who will become my new lodger. And all of this against a background of insomnia, bruxism and a heady mix of depression, elation, bitterness and fury.

But hey! It’s the books I’m supposed to be here to tell you about, so I won’t bore you any longer with my whinging and we’ll get straight down to business.

June 24th saw the release of Leisure, an erotic comedy, packed with my usual stupidity and perversion. It tells the story of a young woman named Alice, who begins a new job in a sports centre where, left to their own devices for far too long, the staff team have entirely lost touch with reality. Alice gradually becomes drawn into the madness and embarks on an escapade full of filthy sex, mystical quests, naked nuns and eye-wateringly large penises.

Although it’s an essentially silly story, Leisure does have a serious message lurking at its core, about how we all put on different faces while we’re in the workplace; how we choose which parts of ourselves we reveal and which parts we hide. I deliberately framed the book in five parts, Monday to Friday, nine ‘til five, with little in the way of back-story or external reference, so the reader would only see the characters as they behave at work.

The publication of Leisure took a long time; probably three years between first draft and final release, owing largely to a series of mishaps including lost emails and forgetful publishers. But I’ve learned a lot during that period; I’ve developed my abilities to edit and construct paragraphs and to embrace my own style rather than attempt to imitate that of others, and so it’s definitely been a valuable experience.

On then to the end of June and my third novel The House of Fox hits the shelves. This is the book which will – fingers crossed – mark the beginning of the next stage of my career as a writer, in that I might finally earn a bit of cash out of it. House of Fox is, I believe, my best work to date. I threw myself entirely into its creation, letting my imagination run riot and pulling out all the stops to ensure it is exactly the kind of novel I always wanted to write.

The House of Fox is about four friends who find themselves trapped in a vast, supernatural brothel, where every kind of perversion and fetish is played out and every lurid fantasy comes true. I like to think of it as a sort of pornographic version of Dungeons and Dragons.

Anything goes inside the House of Fox, and so anything goes as far as the narrative is concerned. With no idea of a plot in mind, I improvised the first half of the book, making up the most crazy scenarios and mashing them together. With no rules to follow I could go off in any direction I fancied; car chases, gun battles, song and dance routines, it all went in. Writing this story was fun.

Right now I’m supposed to be working on a sequel to House of Fox, which is currently going under the title ‘The Girl with the Golden Vag’, but given the frenetic pace of the past few weeks and everything that’s been going on, I’ve barely had the time to sit down. Hopefully I’ll manage to get my head together and get cracking fairly soon.

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The House of Fox excerpt:

“God, look at the pair of them. They’re so fucking boring.”

Kitty was watching the live feed from the video camera; grainy, blue tinged footage on a fat backed TV.

“Like, any sane woman would’ve been bouncing on Dylan’s cock the minute she stepped through the door. But oh no, not little miss goody two shoes Donna; she’d never lower herself into doing anything quite so lowbrow.”

Jane, who was standing behind, massaging Kitty’s shoulders, nodded in full agreement.

“You know what? I’ll take great pleasure in throwing her to the flames. It’s no more than the dismal bitch deserves.” Kitty grabbed the clipboard and updated the dossier, scrawling nothing happening in the relevant box. “And here’s me damn fool enough to think pulling watch duty on that pair might prove fun.”

“Things may hot up… eventually,” Jane offered.

“Are you kidding? That bitch is so frigid she could raise penguins in her asshole.” Kitty swivelled around in her office chair and trapped Jane’s legs between her knees. “Fuck ‘em. Let’s get back to the game. Now remind me, honey pie, what was the score again?”

“Four all.” Jane shook her head, gutted at having squandered a four-nil lead.

“Then it’s time for the big decider.” Kitty’s beaming smile lit up Jane’s world. “What do you think? The loser has to do the next five hours’ watch?”

“Let’s do it.” Jane strutted up to the mound, confident she could pull this off.

Kitty sat back in her chair and spread her legs wide, hanging her knees over either armrest. She licked her fingertip, parted her pussy lips and pushed three ping-pong balls up her cunt. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Jane nodded. She steeled herself in preparation, and tightened her grip on the spank paddle.

Kitty pulled a face and thrust her hips, and a ping-pong ball flew clean out of her quim at high velocity and came arcing across the office. Jane swung the paddle, but missed by six inches. The ball sailed by and bounced off the coffee machine.

“Strike one,” Kitty yelled.

“Goddamnit.” Jane rolled out her shoulders to loosen them, and adopted the stance once again. “Ready.”

A second ping-pong ball flew from between Kitty’s love lips, this time on a much lower trajectory. Jane swung and caught the ball a glancing blow off the rim of the paddle, sending it straight downwards, where it ricocheted off the floor and bounced several times before dribbling to a pathetic stop between her feet.

“Strike two,” Kitty yelled. “The game now rests on this one final delivery. Will she step up to be a hero or will she fold under the pressure?”

“This time.” Jane was focussed now. She took a few practice swings before crouching sideways on. “Ready.”  She would not miss – she knew it.

The third ball, glistening with pussy juice, came spinning toward her, and she saw its flightpath almost in slow motion. She swung the paddle, catching the ball flush in the face, and sent it hurtling out through the open door into the corridor. “Home run,” she squealed, and danced a celebratory jig. “I win, I win.”

“Pah, you got lucky,” Kitty sneered.

“Luck had nothing to do with it. I won thanks to my natural ability at the game.”

The game – which they had been playing for the best part of two days – was called either Pussy Ping-Pong or Beaver Baseball; they still hadn’t made a final decision as to which they liked better. It had superseded ‘What’s the most unusual thing you can shove up your ass?’ which Kitty had won by successfully ramming a signed, first edition of Oliver Twist into her brown eye.

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2016-291 eBook The House of Fox 6x9The House of Fox blurb:

After a drunken night on the town, four friends awake to find themselves in the House of Fox, the ultimate brothel in the universe, where every sordid fantasy becomes reality.

But all is not as it seems.

The House of Fox harbours many dark secrets, and factions are plotting against one another.

The four newcomers must choose their friends carefully and take care not to lose their minds on the thrill ride of perversion that will carry them to the ends of the Earth and beyond.

The Great Voyeur in the Sky is watching . . .

Buy from:

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/House-Fox-SJ-Smith-ebook/dp/B01GF44M0S

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/House-Fox-Sinful-Comedies-Book-ebook/dp/B01GF44M0S

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-house-of-fox-sj-smith/1123824728?ean=9781910908044

Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/the-house-of-fox/id1126014781?mt=11

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/the-house-of-fox

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Author bio:

SJ Smith is a neurotic recluse who lives in North Wales. It has long been his dream to become a full time filth monger.

Links:

Twitter: @sjsmithauthor

Blog: http://sjsmithrants.blogspot.co.uk

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SJSmithWriter/

Publisher: @SinfulPress

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Guest Post: Scandalously Yours

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Under the Sun Publishing presents…awesome selections of novellas and novels by bestselling, award-winning authors…something for every lover of sensual to erotic romance.

Scandalously Yours: no reviews posted until March 8 (release day), but here are some snippets from comments about its three predecessors

Sweet Sensations: 4.2 of 5 stars at Amazon!

“A great collection of second chance, friends to lovers, paranormal stories and more…”—Stacy Gregg

“…a collection of sweet touching stories of second chances of loge, a gangster, a thief and billionaire, and much more…read them all, because you won’t be disappointed.” –Bella’s Blog

“A lovely collection of books that warm your heart! While I did have a few favorites, all should be on your must-read list. Each one is well written and made me feel like I knew the characters. You can’t go wrong…” –Cadams53

Enchanted Eternally: 4.6 of 5 stars at Amazon!

“This is the best boxed set I’ve ever read. Such great variety across the paranormal world…I highly recommend this set to fans of the paranormal and fantasy genres.”–Leanne

“…all of the stories here make this one of the strongest boxed sets ever. I’ll be reading my favorites from this one again and again.” –Suzi Q

“I’ve read Jan Springer and Ann Jacobs before and their entries in this boxed set are fantastic, as always. The other authors were new to me but I enjoyed all of them—even the futuristic sci-fi, which isn’t my usual thing. A definite recommend, and a great bargain, too.” –Gabryyl Pierce

Falling in Love: 4.7 out of 5 stars at Amazon!

“Great collection. Loved the blurbs at the beginning of each story.” –Romantically Jaded

“This has a great collection of stories. It is definitely a must buy and read…” –Tracey P.

“…stories were all sexy and romantic…a bit of something for every reader…action, drama, and comedy. I would definitely read more from any of these authors, and you should too.”—Malinda M.

“…8 wonderful stories to get yourself lost in…really good book to curl up with on a cold, rainy day.” –Jaime Kurp

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Excerpts from Scandalously Yours:

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From Wilder’s Thief, by USA Today bestseller, Josie Jax

Well, she was robbing a bank. That certainly qualified her as barmy. But dang it all to hell, she couldn’t afford to slip into the coddling arms of her wild imagination, not in the middle of a cussed hold-up of all things.

From Aphrodite’s Necklace, by Anh Leod:

Holding the necklace and feeling quite steamy in her private area, she stepped into the hallway. She pressed her thighs together and when she separated them, they were sticky with some kind of hot fluid that had moistened her inside. She swallowed her shock as her nipples thrust against her corset. What was happening to her?

From Madamoiselle Makes a Match, by Kate Rothwell

Summoning all of her bravery, she darted in and landed a quick kiss on his chin but then backed away at once. “There. I was the first to touch. You want to touch me now?”

From Seducing Laura, by Lynne Connolly

That reminder of her one disastrous youthful indiscretion nettled Laura. It was something she preferred to forget. She sipped her tea and allowed her quick temper to subside within her. “That was an entirely different case, and our parents dealt with it smartly. Besides, I wasn’t an heiress. Belinda is. You know we have to be constantly on our guard against fortune hunters.”

From The Brass Octopus, by Maeve Alpin

“You seem uncharacteristically bothered. You do love to judge others, but you are usually quite calm about it–especially here among all your friends…the books.” Polly’s eyes gleamed as she flashed a wry smile. “What did he do?”

“He read a passage of Early Experiences out loud.”

From Beneath a Cornish Moon, by Ann Jacobs

The night seemed as fitting as any might be to stand vigil o’er her sire’s earthly remains. While her silent future husband stood the first watch at the foot of the bier, Lea sat beside the window, her head bowed as she fingered her rosary beads.

Silently Lea grappled with stark reality. She glanced toward Alain. His expression told her naught. He appeared as dark as the night, as mysterious as the Eucharist. No less overwhelming now than when he had worn full armor, he made her tremble, yet lent her strength by his presence.

A strength Lea appreciated more as hours went by and she endured the rituals of saying farewell.

From Timeless Voyage, by Cornelia Amiri

Her captive’s extraordinary eyes, fathomless as the sea, drew her to him. How could a Roman be so handsome?

Thoughts swam in her head. I do not know him. Even if I did, he’s a Roman. I have to hate him.

Laig the Dark headed scowled. “We leave no survivors, save for the Roman slaves we set free.”

From Wooing the Librarian, by Jane Leopold Quinn

In his life before becoming a preacher, in his bounty hunting days, he wouldn’t have bothered with a proper looking woman. He’d needed the easy, no commitment, no responsibility, no-morning-after type of woman back then. It was all different for him now. Now he wanted the morning-after woman, the family, the promise of forever.

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About Scandalously Yours authors:

In August 2014, a well-known publisher of erotic romances announced a downturn: slowed sales, layoffs of editors and cover artists, and most important, later and later royalty payments. Authors began requesting reversion of rights, and subsequently a group formed, consisting initially of former authors at this publisher. Box sets had become the project of the time, and so Under the Sun Publishing was formed as a division of Inkwell Royalty Solutions, to revise former titles from this publisher and bring those that fit the UTS guidelines out in box sets. We have since expanded our offerings to include books originally published elsewhere and never-before-published novels and novellas.

The guidelines: all books would be romances between one man and one woman, sensual to frankly erotic but without the coarse language many readers find objectionable. The first of these sets was released in September 2015, followed by two more in October and November. Book four, the first historical set, was delayed while we evaluated effectiveness of promotion, and Scandalously Yours will enjoy a twenty-stop blog tour before and immediately after its release on March 8, at multiple booksellers rather than as Kindle exclusives.

Under the Sun hopes readers will enjoy the stories it has compiled for them and pass the word along that its box sets are not only great reading but also great bargains!

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Buy links:

Amazon.com— http://amzn.to/1QG7y2d

Amazon UK– http://amzn.to/1POPAdZ

All Romance Ebooks– http://bit.ly/1Vk1rED

Kobo– https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/scandalously-yours-2-166.html

Smashwords– https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/612550?ref=cw1985

Books will also be available at barnesandnoble.com and iTunes (Apple), but buy links are not yet available for them.

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