My guest today is long-time friend of the Naughty Corner, K D Grace, who has a juicy book excerpt and a prize giveaway to share. Welcome, K D!
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A Vampire, a succubus and a Landscaper Go into a Pub: A Ménage of a Different Kind
Thanks so much for hosting me on the very first day of my Landscapes blog tour and giveaway, Liz! It’s always a pleasure to be your guest. I’m very excited to be here.
A vampire, a succubus and a landscaper go into a pub. No, it’s not the first line of a joke, though our succubus might view it that way. She has a very skewed sense of humour and, though this love story isn’t hers, Talia Zephora finds herself playing cupid for our boys, Alonso and Reese, in a most peculiar, more than a little bit kinky way. Talia is close friend and familiar to vampire, Alonso Darlington. She’s also his liaison with the mortal world, which he tries to avoid as much as possible. Like all succubae, Talia is completely irresistible when she works her magic, but Talia is the succubus with a little extra. She’s a bit like a living, breathing flash drive. She can take into herself the details of a person and their life when she has sex with them and then give that information back, exactly as she experienced it, to whomever she has sex with next. This makes her particularly essential to Alonso, who doesn’t trust himself with mortals. He knows that no matter how civilized he endeavors to become, at the end of the day he’s a very dangerous predator, and he can never be close to humans without a risk to them.
That doesn’t keep him from lusting for mortal landscaper, Reese Chambers. In fact, he wants Reese in the worst sort of way. The attraction is instant and devastating, so Alonso sends Talia to seduce Reese and bring back the experience of the man, so that he can get to know him from a safe distance by having sex with her. While it may be Talia’s body Alonso is actually having sex with, it’s the whole experience of making love to Reese and more that she brings back to him.
When Alonso is bold enough to hire Reese to do some landscaping of a derelict garden on his ancestral Lakeland home, again, he uses Talia to make love to Reese so that Reese can experience him.
The thing about Talia is that she doesn’t like secrets, and she doesn’t like dishonesty. If the two men are hot for each other, well she reckons they ought to know the best and the worst, and she doesn’t mind the minor complication that Reese is falling for a vampire and that she has been the go-between for said vampire. Complications always make for good story, and this one was as much fun to write as it was outrageously sexy, with the intimacy passing through the catalyst of a third party. What started out to be an MM story ended up to be a different kind of ménage, and for all of Talia’s faults and scary-arsedness, she loves her friend, and she wants to see him happy. Here’s a little snippet of just what Talia brings back for Alonso from her first encounter with Reese – unbeknownst to him, of course.
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?
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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.’
About 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.
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