The
Initiation of Ms Holly by K D Grace – Relaunched!
February is the official re-launch for The Initiation
of Ms Holly with US publisher, SourceBooks! I’ve been waiting for
almost a year for this event. But some things are just worth the wait, and this
is definitely one of them.
The Initiation
of Ms Holly has had a wild couple of years. She’s found her way
into the national newspapers, she’s made it onto national television and radio,
she’s made it to number one on the Amazon UK paid erotica chart and on the free
chart. Holly has even made her way into public libraries all across the UK!
Holly has done the Coast to Coast walk
across England in a zip lock bag. (We couldn’t find any waterproofs in her
size). She’s been to Las Vegas where she was read from at the famous Flamingo
hotel. She’s been on the bookshelves in WH Smith stores in airports, train
stations and along the motorways. That girl is well travelled! And as of this
month, her adventure gets even bigger!
While the “exclusive BDSM club” trope is
certainly not new, the author has found a way to make the story compelling with
a variety of erotic characters and a slight hint of mystery. Readers will enjoy
having a heroine like Rita who is comfortable with exploring her sexuality and
will want to stick around to see if she emerges victorious when going up
against the club’s wicked dominatrix. Caution: The sex in this book is both
plentiful and scorching hot — oven mitts may be needed when turning the pages!
The Library
Journal has included The Initiation of Ms Holly among what they
consider the best of current erotic fiction!
The Initiation of Ms Holly is the novel
that nearly didn’t get published, and yet, of all my novels, Holly has been the
one that has taken me on the wildest ride – and still is! And I couldn’t be
prouder.
To help Holly Celebrate her new cover,
new release and continued adventure with SourceBooks
Casablanca, here is a little teaser.
Blurb:
Journalist, Rita Holly, never dreamed
sex with the mysterious Edward in the dark of a malfunctioning train would lead
to a blindfolded, champagne-drenched tango, a spanking by a butch waitress, and
an offer of initiation into the exclusive mysteries of The Mount. Desperate to
save her threatened job, she agrees, scheming secretly to write an inside
exposé on the club that will make her career. But as she delves deeper into the
intrigue of The Mount and the lives of its members, she soon discovers that her
heart may have other plans.
Excerpt from The Initiation of Ms Holly:
He practically fell on top of Rita, his
hand grazing her left breast in the complete darkness. She yelped and grabbed
him to keep from losing her balance.
“God, I’m sorry!” He gasped. “Bloody nuisance,
this, isn’t it?” His voice was warm, melodious, by far the most pleasant thing
that had happened to Rita since she left Paris. “Oh dear. You’re trembling. Are
you all right?”
“I’m claustrophobic” her words were thin
and shaky, as though she didn’t fully trust herself to let them out. “It
wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t know where we are.” For an embarrassing moment,
she realized she was still clinging to him, but the embarrassment passed, and
suddenly she didn’t care. If they were going to die trapped in a train in the
Eurostar tunnel, buried beneath a gazillion gallons of water, she’d just as
soon not do it alone.
He either understood, or was too polite
to leave her in such distress. He wrapped his arms around her engulfing her in
a muscular embrace, the scent of which was maleness barely masked by deodorant
and some spicy cologne, both fading at the end of a day much longer than either
of them had anticipated. “Don’t worry.” In the darkness, he misjudged the
distance between them and his lips brushed her earlobe. “It’s just an
electrical malfunction. Anyway we’re better off down here than in the snowstorm
up above. Sounds like all of London is shut down. Who’d have expected snow this
late in the spring? Never mind that, where else do you get the chance to cuddle
strangers in the dark?”
He pressed a little closer to her, and
she was relieved to find other thoughts, thoughts more welcome than those of
their predicament, pushing their way into her head. He felt good,
broad-shouldered and tall, easy to lean on.
“Why are you huddled here in the corner
rather than hunkered down in your seat?”
She concentrated on his warm breath
pressing against the top of her ear. “I was on my way back from the loo when
the lights went out and…”
“And this is as far as you got.”
She nodded against his chest, homing in
on the reassuring sound of his heartbeat.
“Shall I help you back to your seat
then?”
The train lurched forward, and she
yelped again, tightening her grip around his neck. “No, please. It’s better if
I just don’t move.”
There was a long pause. “Do you want me
to stay with you?”
She realized the poor man had little
choice clenched in her strangle hold, as he was. “I don’t want to be any
trouble,” she lied.
He readjusted his stance and tightened
his embrace. “No trouble at all. I can’t think of a better way to pass the time
than in the arms of a beautiful woman. You are beautiful, aren’t you?”
In spite of the stress she felt, she
forced a laugh. “Gorgeous, actually. Too bad you can’t see for yourself.”
He ran a hand down the contour of her
spine to rest low on the small of her back. “I don’t have to see you to admire
you.”
The thought that the man was rather
cheeky barely crossed her mind before he lifted her fingers to his lips and
planted a warm kiss across the back of her knuckles. “I’m Edward. I’m from
London. Clearly you’re not.”
“Rita,’ she replied. ‘I’m from Seattle,
but I live in London now.”
“Well Rita, from Seattle, we’ve
established that you’re an exotic beauty. Perhaps you’d like to return the
favour.” He lifted her hand to his face and guided it gently over the slight
stubble of his cheek. As her hand cupped his well-formed chin, he pulled her
middle finger into his mouth and nibbled it, teasing the pad of it with his
tongue. Suddenly her struggle to breathe had nothing to do with being
claustrophobic.
“Well?” He asked pulling her hand away
to massage her fingers. “What do you think? Am I acceptable?”
If he was cheeky, she was downright
brazen. She stopped his words with her mouth, amazed at how easily she had
found the mark in total darkness. Perhaps it was the darkness that made her so
bold, but whatever it was, he didn’t disappoint. His mouth was warm, opening
eagerly to the probing of her tongue, responding in kind, caressing her hard
pallet, nipping at the fullness of her lower lip before pulling away just
enough to speak.
“There, you see? It’s not so bad being
in the dark, is it? The other senses are too often overlooked, which is very
sad, since they offer such exquisite delights.” His hand moved up to cup her
cheek, and he raked a thumb across her still parted lips. “Taste, for example.
Few pleasures exceed that of the tongue.”
She heard him fumbling in the darkness,
then she heard the rattling of foil. ‘Open your mouth,’ he whispered. “I have
something that’ll make you feel better, guaranteed. Oh don’t worry, it’s
nothing illegal.”
Reluctantly she opened her mouth, which
he primed with a wet kiss, then slipped a chocolate truffle between her lips.
It was covered liberally in cocoa and warmed exquisitely almost, but not quite
to the steamy melting point of his body temperature, which only enhanced the
sharp, edgy flavor that separates expensive chocolate from the cheap stuff.
She gasped her surprise, then moaned
softly at the intensity of the taste.
“Don’t bite,” he kissed her jaw, then
her throat. “Savour it, roll it around in your mouth. There are places on the
tongue that taste only sweet and places that taste only bitter or salt, or
sour. Chocolate can have all those flavors. Caress it in your mouth like you’re
making love to it, and you’ll be amazed at what you taste.”
She cheeked the truffle, slurring her
words as she spoke. “I thought I was tasting you.”
He chuckled softly. “Everything tastes
better with chocolate.” Without another word, he took her mouth, plunging his
tongue deep against the melting truffle, whirling it, lapping at it, sighing
with the pleasure of it. The more liquid and heated the truffle became, the
more liquid and heated Rita became.
Review ~
While KD Grace has been on my radar as an author I want to read, I haven't had the chance until recently. When I got my hands on a review copy of The Initiation of Ms holly, I was so excited I sat down to read it right away. I must admit that I can see why people enjoy KD Grace's books. I was far from disappointed checking out this new to me author!
KD Grace created a world that has mystery and passion. Don't go into this expecting your normal romance. As Holly works to get Initiated into a private and exclusive club, the sexual situations she will endure will excite and fascinate you. KD Grace throws away all conventions and includes a little bit of everything in her story.
This is not romance and roses, but there is a story line that progresses and while this book is Sizzling hot, KD Grace doesn't make it feel like he sex was thrown in just because. It advances the story well and keep you on the edge of your seat wondering what could possible top what you just read.
While this may have been my first book by KD Grace, this is far from my last! She is on my radar for regular updates as I try to find the time to delve into her catalog of books. I am always excited to find a must read author and KD Grace fits the bill. If you are looking for a smokin' hot story with a fun story line and a bit of suspense added into the mix, then I highly recommend you check out The Initiation of Ms Holly right away.
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About
K D Grace/Grace Marshall
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.
K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, HarperCollins
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, along with the newly released sequel, Fulfilling
the Contract, and 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. Books two and three, Riding
the Ether, and Elemental
Fire, are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic
Author 2013.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An
Executive Decision, Identity Crisis,
The Exhibition
are all available.
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