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KINK WITH A TWIST #MWTease #MFRWAuthor

Welcome to Midweek Tease, hosted by Angelica Dawson, where authors tease you with a little something to help you stay warm till the weekend…

How do you define kink? Turns out it can be pretty broad and encompass great variety. One person’s kink may be another person’s vanilla. I’m not sure exactly how Kitty Paige and Jared Jacobs would describe their preferences, but I think most would probably agree they’ve moved beyond vanilla.

The Best ManKitty is a no-holds-barred, take-no-prisoners kind of gal. While my husband and I were writing this story, we kept wondering what she’d pull next in her effort to push Jared past his limits so he wouldn’t be a threat. She was full of surprises – for us, and for him.

Some of the internet banter has to do with the difference between kink and fetish. That, too, would be a difficult distinction in The Best Man. Kitty’s favorite color – one she often boldly wears – is yellow. In a flirty note accompanying yellow roses he sends after their disastrous first meeting, Jared calls her his “vision in yellow.” In the excerpt below, he’s contemplating what gift to send next, and you can see where his fantasies run: he selects a silk scarf.

The scarf becomes a central focus in their sex play – kink with a twist – so much so that it nearly became a character in its own right. Their play is what some would call soft BDSM, since there’s no major pain involved and each plays the dom in turn. Each of them uses the scarf not just for its erotic impact, but as a foil against which they work out issues of trust, power, control and submission, moment by moment and in their evolving relationship. We’re not sure either of them was prepared for what would ensue from Jared’s simple choice, but we know readers will enjoy the sizzling steam as their relationship heats up.

EXCERPT

Whistling to himself, Jared walked into his bedroom, where he’d already laid out the day’s clothes. It was time to select the next salvo for softening up Kitty Paige.

Was she fantasizing about him at all? He sure hoped so. He didn’t like the thought of doing all the fantasizing.

What next? He didn’t want to appear overly eager. He’d wait a week, but it wasn’t too soon to consider his next step. He thought of Kitty’s below-the-shoulder length blond hair. She’d worn it pouffed up for the wedding, with half of it falling over one shoulder and the rest down her back. It wasn’t difficult at all to imagine drawing the blond tresses over a breast, using them to play hide and seek with a nipple.

Would her nipples harden quickly or would they rise slowly?

Jared tugged his trousers up over his arousal and tucked his shirt in. Carefully, he buckled the belt.

Did she ever wear her hair up? She’d look stunning with it up. Not that she didn’t with it down.

He chuckled, toying with that image. A scarf. A yellow scarf. A yellow Thai silk scarf, like he’d seen in Bangkok. A long one, with long fringes. She could wear it around her forehead and let the tails fall down her back. Or she might lie naked on a bed and let the tails fall forward. Would they reach to her pussy, prompting another game of hide and seek?

His decision made, he reached for the bedside phone to make the arrangements. He wished he could see her face when she’d seen the roses and the card. Damn, he wished he could see her when she ran the yellow silk scarf through her fingers. Would she appreciate its beauty? Would she run the pads of her fingers over it wishing she was running them over his flesh? Would her wrists tingle, aware the scarf would be perfect for binding them?

Jared jerked himself alert at the demanding voice on the phone. “Yes,” he said at last, “I’m here. I’d like to place an order—a rush order.”

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K D Grace On Tour ~ Walking the Story in Shoreditch

K D Grace has joined us on tour for her new release, Kinky Boots – those boots were made for walkin’ :), guess where she’s walked in them? Please click HERE if you’re looking for the Spring is in the Air BlogHop.

Walking the Story in Shoreditch

I wanted my petite novel, Kinky Boots, to have a real flavour of London, so it had to be set someplace where I spend a lot of time. I’ve long since done the touristy things, and every time friends or family visit from the States or somewhere else, we take them on the Open Bus tour. We take them to the Tower of London, Houses of Parliament, you know the drill. Those are all must-see places for tourists. Hell, they’re still must-see places for me! I get like a little kid when I’m showing off London. But Kinky Boots is definitely not a kids’ story, and it’s not a tourist story, so I wanted it to be well rooted in the living, breathing, vibrant, boot-wearing city. Of course, for me, that meant the story had to be set in Shoreditch, though it took me a little while to figure that out.

Yes, I know I might be a little bit prejudiced. I have so many fond memories of Shoreditch because Sh! Women’s Store is there, and that’s my favourite place for launch parties and celebrating all things sexy. But Sh! is only the beginning. Shoreditch has that sexy, slightly mystical, more than a little bit raunchy, have-a-good-time feel to it, and it’s a wild and wonderful blend of the old, the new, the decaying, the deserted and the gritty all right there in your face. It fits Kinky Boots like … well like a good pair of feet.

I had the basic storyline in my head for Kinky Boots long before I put the first words down. I knew all about Jill Hart and her sexy new boots that came with something extra. I knew all about Finn Masters, the owner of Kinky Boots, the quirky all-night shoe store where Jill buys her boots. And I knew all about Eleanor, the lust demon who moves right in and makes herself at home — in Jill, that is. All that was easy. All that came together one day while I was on a long walk on the North Downs Way.

What I couldn’t quite figure out was just where to set Kinky Boots. I was pretty sure it had to be London, and I’d had suggestions of Soho and Camden, both are lovely and wonderful, but neither were places that I knew all that well. Of course a chance to spend time in London researching did have its appeal, but at the time, I just wasn’t sure.

Then last July, my husband and I, along with Kay Jaybee and several other erotica friends, were in London for a weekend of readings at Sh! On Saturday afternoon after a delish kabab at a local shop and a kick-start double espresso, Kay, hubby and I decided to go for a walk in the fleeting sunshine. And I was hooked! How could I possibly have missed the obvious? The place was buzzing with shoppers. In front of Shoreditch City Hall, a lesbian wedding party were posing for pictures. And to my delight, I found not one but three quirky shoe shops on Shoreditch High Street, any one of which would perfectly suit my story.

In daylight, I was totally amazed by all I’d missed. Up until then most of my experience of Shoreditch had been after dark. But in the sunshine, Shoreditch is a wild blend of ultra-modern glass and steel butted right up tight in the personal space of Victorian brick and stone, snuggled in close for a grope of streets that look like they could have come straight from a Sherlock Holmes novel. All of that is mixed up with industrial ruins and modern make-overs that provide an architectural orgy perfectly suited for the unfolding of Kinky Boots. Kay, who had studied industrial archaeology, gave me the low-down on what I was actually seeing, so the tour had that something extra, that teasing out of secrets and hidden places that made everything seem more magical, more mysterious. I’d already done enough launch parties in Shoreditch to know that on Friday and Saturday nights the streets are heaving with people who won’t settle for less than a great time. Voila! Research complete! Kinky Boots was set in Shoreditch!

The romp begins with a botched girls night out at the Bluu Bar across from Sh!, a night out that ends with sex in an all-night shoe store, hot new boots, and possession by sexiest lust demon ever. And that’s just the beginning!

Blurb:

After a sizzling encounter in KINKY BOOTS, a quirky all-night shoe store, with the store’s hot owner, FINN MASTERS, JILL HART walks away in the most gorgeous boots ever. Her new boots come with an unexpected bonus, a sexy demon named ELEANOR, who’s looking for a good time. All she lacks is a body, and Jill’s will do nicely.

Jill quits her dead-end job and, not knowing what’s come over her stops by the nearest pub intent on doing tequila shots until she falls off the stool. Instead she does FINN MASTERS in the beer garden, unwittingly participating in her first ever threesome. The boots were the bait, the timing was right and Eleanor has new digs. It’s Finn job to prevent Eleanor’s misbehaving. His failure means he’ll have to ride shotgun and do damage control until Eleanor moves out at the next full moon.

With Eleanor in residence, Jill’s bolder, sexier, willing to take risks. But is she a whole new Jill, or is it just demon courage? And how will Finn feel about her when she’s just plain Jill again? Will the maddeningly magical ménage make Jill’s dreams come true, or will it break her heart?

Buy links: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/kinky-boots/

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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, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.

K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Book two, Riding the Ether, is now available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, book one of her Executive Decisions Trilogy is now available.

Find K D Here:

Website: http://kdgrace.co.uk/

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

Twitter: https://twitter.com/kd_grace

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Featured Book: Kinky Boots, by K D Grace

We’re always excited to see a new release from K D Grace – we know you won’t want to miss this one!

After a sizzling encounter in DEMON HEELS, a quirky all-night shoe store, with the store’s hot owner, FINN MASTERS, JILL HART walks away in the most gorgeous boots ever. Her new boots come with an unexpected bonus, a sexy demon named ELEANOR, who’s looking for a good time. All she lacks is a body, and Jill’s will do nicely.

Jill quits her dead-end job and, not knowing what’s come over her stops by the nearest pub intent on doing tequila shots until she falls off the stool. Instead she does FINN MASTERS in the beer garden, unwittingly participating in her first ever threesome. The boots were the bait, the timing was right and Eleanor has new digs. It’s Finn job to prevent Eleanor’s misbehaving. His failure means he’ll have to ride shotgun and do damage control until Eleanor moves out at the next full moon.

With Eleanor in residence, Jill’s bolder, sexier, willing to take risks. But is she a whole new Jill, or is it just demon courage? And how will Finn feel about her when she’s just plain Jill again? Will the maddeningly magical ménage make Jill’s dreams come true, or will it break her heart?

 

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Excerpt:

There was a soft knock on the door and Meinrad entered the room with several hanks of what looked like ordinary rope. He nodded his greeting to Finn, then his gaze came to rest on Jill, and she felt her entire body blush at his inspection. ‘Turn around,’ he said.

She obeyed.

He made some sound low in his throat that could have passed as either approval or not. Then he placed a large hand on her shoulder and turned her back to face him. She noticed he wore the Kinky Boots uniform T-shirt stretched tight across his very broad chest. The shop name was punctuated by the hard pressure of nipples on muscular pecs. The black jeans he wore rode low on his hips. The wave of lust that rushed over her was staggering. How had she not noticed how sexy he was?

Then Finn moved to stand beside him, and she understood. Even though Meinrad was by far the larger man, Finn dominated the room. Finn dominated the space. Finn dominated every second of the last twenty-four hours of her life, as though he had shoved his way in and pushed everything else out. It did things to her, that thought, things that were way beyond lust, things that were a lot more frightening than being possessed by a demon.

He stood gazing down at her from some neutral distance that made her feel very much alone, as though the world and everyone in it had receded, leaving her to await her fate. Eleanor was keeping a low profile. Finn spoke without preamble. ‘Unless something’s hurting you, while Meinrad’s binding you, you’re not to speak. You’re only to move when he moves you. You’re to do exactly as he says. You’re to accept what he does to you in total passivity. Is that clear?’

‘Is he going to fuck me?’ She was embarrassed the minute she said it but it was too late to take it back.

‘If I want him to, yes,’ Finn said.

If Finn wanted him to. Dear God, what was she doing? Suddenly she felt unsteady on her feet. She didn’t know Meinrad. Not like she knew Finn. And yet the thought of the big man hammering her with his enormous cock while she was all trussed up was at least as exciting as it was uncomfortable. The thought that he would do so only at Finn’s bidding excited her even more.

‘There’ll be no safe word,’ Finn continued. ‘All you have to do is tell Meinrad to stop. Or if at any time he thinks you’re not fit to continue, he’ll stop, and that’ll be that. Are we clear?’

She nodded. ‘And what about you?’

‘Meinrad’s acting on my behalf.’ Finn held her in a cool gaze. ‘He’ll do as I say, and so will you, unless you choose at any point not to play.’ For a long moment he studied her, as though he might see something, perhaps some flaw, perhaps some weakness, she didn’t know what. He seemed too far away to tell. She held her breath. Waiting.

At last he blinked and stepped back, still holding her gaze. ‘I’ll ask you again, Jill. Are you sure this is what you want?’

She nodded, afraid to speak for fear her heart would jump out of her throat. Then she remembered to breathe again.

Finn said nothing. He took her hands in his and offered them to Meinrad, who took both her wrists in one huge palm and tied them across one another in a simple looped knot from which she could have easily escaped if she’d wanted. Then he led her to the bed and guided her onto it. There, he secured her hands to the headboard with several feet of slack, enough to allow him to work around her and at the same time allow Finn to observe from every angle. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed Finn had pulled a ladder back chair to the side of the bed and sat emotionlessly looking on. A quick glance was all she got before Meinrad settled her into a kneeling position facing the wall with her hands resting on the headboard.

In the beginning, it felt as though she were being decorated with rope; that’s the best way Jill could describe what Meinrad was doing to her. The rope was softer than she expected it to be and not unpleasant against her bare skin. The embarrassment she felt came, flashed hot, then passed as Meinrad looped the rope and efficiently placed knots above her breasts and then below and then tightened and cinched his efforts until the harnessing effect squeezed and pinched and offered up each of her breasts in a tight little nest of rope, like ripe fruit topped by the cherry-hard rise of her nipples. She’d always had sensitive breasts and to have them so handled and bound made her whole chest burn with a need that was replicated in her pussy.

Meinrad worked in complete silence, his hands moving over her body as though she were nothing more than the canvas for what he was creating. His touch was exacting and his rhythm as he worked was hypnotic. Early on she realised that one of his hands was on her at all times. She remembered basic knot training from her childhood days in the Girl Guides. Right over left and under and through. Left over right and under and through. Rope threaded through competent fingers, rope slid over bare skin, coiling, twisting, binding, descending right over left and left over right, pressing a column of knots down the length of her spine before looping around her waist and embracing her belly. Again. And again. Yes, she was his canvas, and what he created took its shape against her flesh, but his art didn’t happen without exacting a price from him, and in her peripheral vision, as he reached around her to secure a knot over her navel, she caught a glimpse of the erection set tight in his black jeans, and she felt the hitch of his breathing not quite hidden in the rhythm of right over left, left over right. As he crossed the ropes around her body, she felt the heat of his breath whisper along her back next to the weaving and twisting and soft swishing of the rope along her spine.

With a tug of the rope every pore of her body responded to the tightening just as he nestled a knot against the pucker of her bottom and her gasp sounded like a rush of wind in the stretching silence. Meinrad gave a little pull and her clit hardened in empathy with the pressure between her buttocks. Then without warning, he slipped an arm around her and turned her over as he pulled two strands of rope up between her legs, up tight against her upper thighs like the elastic of knickers, or a tightly cinched climber’s harness. That done, with a deft movement of his fingers he secured a knot just over her clit, and this time she cried out in the strange mix of discomfort and arousal. The whole gape of her was pressed between the two strands of rope, knotted at fore and aft like a ship, narrow and thick-hulled.

There was barely time to get used to the strange rub and pressure between her legs, or the knot that felt like the tip of a thick finger attempting to breach her bottom, before Meinrad began to bind her thighs to her lower legs and ankles, making the position in which she knelt mandatory. With each knot, with each looping of the rope, he forced her bent legs further apart until she was wide open, yet at the same time held closed by the ropes between her legs. Bound and kneeling on the bed, she tried to breathe deeply, tried to fight back the panic of her own helplessness, something she had never experienced before. She was dangerously close to hyperventilating, and Eleanor seemed to be completely absent from the whole event.

‘Shall I continue?’ Meinrad asked.

About K D Grace

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, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.

K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Book two, Riding the Ether, is now available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall.

http://kdgrace.co.uk

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