[Today I have a sneak peek at the latest book by one of my favorite authors, K.D. Grace. Check out the third book in her Lakeland Heatwave series, Elemental Fire! ~ Lisabet]
Blurb
Obsessed
with revenge, Kennet Lucian makes a deal with a demon, a deal he
comes to regret when he meets Tara Stone, head of the Elemental
Coven, and a powerful witch with a desire for revenge at least as
great as his. Even though the attraction between the two is magnetic
and the lust combustive, Kennet must betray her to accomplish his
goal, which is ultimately her goal as well; to put a final end to the
demon, Deacon’s, reign of terror. But can Tara trust the man who
has wormed his way into her heart and the heart of the Elemental
Coven? Can she trust Lucia, the demon with whom Kennet is allied, a
demon with her own agenda? The path to Deacon’s destruction is far
from clear, and the price that must be paid to be free of him forever
may be too high, even for Tara Stone.
Excerpt
The
demon, Lucia, studied Kennet for what might have been ages, and he
felt as though the pressure of her scrutiny would crush him.
‘I
have never worn man flesh.’ She nodded down to his penis.
He
blushed and surged and blushed again. His heart raced. ‘Does it
make a difference?’
She
shrugged, still studying his cock as though she’d never seen one
before. ‘Not really. Flesh is flesh.’ On a whim, she reached out
and stroked his erection, and he gasped as the touch of her shivered
up his spine and blossomed bright inside his head.
She
continued to touch him, but her eyes were now locked on his face, and
he tried desperately not to thrust against her. ‘I am only touching
your cock, Kennet Birch, and it is all you can do to keep from
spilling your seed at my feet.’
‘That
is the most sensitive part,’ he breathed. ‘Of a man, I mean.’
She
moved closer and ran a splayed hand up over his ribs. And he did
spill his seed with a desperate gasp as though he could never get
enough oxygen again. And he was embarrassed and terrified and angry,
and it was as though the whole range of emotions exploded in his head
in an instant. Then she leaned in and brushed her lips against his,
and for a split second the world flashed before his eyes more vivid,
more perfect, more complete than he had ever seen it before. He knew
things, he saw things, he felt things, things beyond him.
And he
would have dropped again to his knees, but he couldn’t, not held in
her gaze as he was.
‘I
have barely touched you and you are overwhelmed, Kennet Birch. Do you
really think you can survive my possession of you?’
He
forced himself to hold her gaze, trembling suddenly as though he were
in the grips of some powerful illness. All of him ached, and he knew
the real world was bleeding through. There was very little time. ‘I
won’t survive if you don’t possess me. My coming to you has
guaranteed that.’ He wrapped his arms around himself as the shakes
became more violent. ‘You said it yourself, I have nothing to
lose.’
‘And
why would I want a sick and broken male body?’ She asked. Her eyes
blazed in the dance of firelight that always seemed so close to her.
‘If
you possess me, you can heal me,’ he said. ‘And anyway, if you
possess me and I die, well it really doesn’t matter at this point.’
For
an eternal moment she studied him. She studied him until he looked
away. His head was fuzzy, his body ached even in the dream world. He
couldn’t hold much longer.
She
lifted his chin once again so that he met her gaze, and the shakes
stopped. The pain went away. He felt his head clear.
‘If
I do what you ask of me, even though you live, your life is forfeit.
You know this?’
‘I
know,’ he breathed. ‘It doesn’t matter.
‘You
say that now in your hour of need. But when that passes, when you are
whole and stronger and healthier than you have ever dreamed possible,
when your heart heals and you learn to love again, you won’t be so
anxious to let go of what is rightfully mine when the time comes.’
He
suddenly felt more pain than he knew existed in the whole world, and
none of it was physical. He inhaled breath that felt like shards of
stone. ‘I’ll never know love again. I’ll never know life again,
so there’s really nothing you can take from me that isn’t already
long gone.’
Her
gaze softened, and somehow he found that infinitely comforting. Then
she moved closer and kissed him, slowly, languidly, as though they
had all the time in the world, and his cock was hard again. She
stepped back from him. One shrug and the robe of fire fell away, and
the glow of her body flashed bright, then dimmed and steadied until
he could see details, erect nipples atop high breasts, rounded hips,
a golden splash of curls at the juncture of her thighs. ‘I am not
like him,’ she said softly. ‘It gives me no pleasure to make
those who dwell in the flesh my puppets. You will be, how is it you
put it these days, you will be in the driver’s seat.’ She took
him into her arms and kissed him hard, and when he feared he would
disgrace himself again with his cock pressed up tight against the top
of her belly, she pulled away. ‘However,’ she said. ‘If I grant
your request, then I will possess you. All of you. You will belong to
me, your life will mine.’
Her gaze was painfully bright. ‘And if
you earnestly wish to be rid of Deacon, then you will do as I say for
as long as it takes us to accomplish our task, and it will take time.
I know him. You don’t. I’m his equal. You’re not. And one more
very important thing, Kennet Birch.’ She stroked his hair gently
and whispered against his lips. ‘Never, never forget how badly I
can hurt you if you defy me.’ Then she guided his hand down over
her pubic curls. ‘If my terms are not acceptable to you, then you
must return to your body and face your fate.’
Boldly,
brazenly, he slid a finger down low and circled her clit, and her
eyes fluttered. ‘If it weren’t acceptable to me, I wouldn’t be
here,’ he answered.
She
took his hand and guided him back to a chair that appeared from out
of nowhere. It looked like a golden throne with no arms. What? Was he
to petition her? He didn’t understand. But it was no throne at all.
She pushed him down on it and stood before him caressing her breasts
until her nipples were stiff and swollen. Then she raised one perfect
leg and set her elegant Botticelli foot on his thigh, affording him a
view of her wet and fiery depths. ‘I do not enter through your
breath, Kennet Birch,’ she said. ‘As sex is your magic, so is it
mine. You will go in through me, inside out. And your hunger for me
will pull me into you when your libido surges brightest.’
And
he was so
hungry for her. She filled his head and his body with an aching want
that even if he were not a practitioner of sex magic, he would
understand was not mundane. And in his case, the fear that he would
die if he didn’t have her here and now was a very real one. That he
might die even if he did, that her possession might be too much for
him, well that was a risk he was more than willing to take.
‘Are
you certain this is what you want, Kennet Birch?’ she asked him as
she moved onto his lap, positioning herself, opening her sex with her
fingers.
‘I’ve
never been more sure of anything in my life.’ Even as he said it,
he realized how silly that sounded, since either way his life as he’d
known it was over.
‘Very
well then.’ She settled to the point of contact, to the point at
which he could just feel the head of his penis against the resistance
of her opening. He reached for her breasts, and with the hand not
busy between her legs, she cradled his head and drew him near so he
could nurse. The electrical shock through his body caused him to jump
and jerk, and at that very instant she settled onto him, sheathing
him tightly, deeply, and he knew he was dying. This was the point of
no return. It was as though the tight wet pull of her swallowed him
whole. Then she cupped his chin and held his face again so he
couldn’t look away from her shining eyes. Her voice was like warm
honey, thick and sweet, and he felt the sound of it in his very
marrow, in his very soul. ‘You are mine, Kennet Birch. No longer
are you your own. I possess you, body, soul and life force. Even in
name you are now mine, Kennet Lucian. You are mine until I have no
further use for you, until I have used you up.’ She gripped him
hard and he exploded inside her and the world blew a part into tiny
particles and disappeared like flecks of dust in the darkness.
****
‘Bloody
Hell! Dr Allen! Doctor Allen! Get over here. Now!’
Kennet
inhaled delicious, abundant air as though he’d just remembered how
to breathe. Then he fought his way up from under an unruly sheet to
sit up on the bed. A woman and a man in hospital scrubs stood either
side of him, holding him, and there was chaos and someone was
yelling. It took him a second to register that it was him yelling
over and over again, ‘Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I?’
And then the bright lights, the gurney with a body shrouded in a
sheet next to him all came into focus. ‘Jesus! What the fuck am I
doing in the morgue?’
The
woman in scrubs standing next to him looked pale and her hands were
unsteady. ‘Mr. Birch,’ she said, doing her best to stay calm.
‘You were pronounced dead almost fifteen minutes ago.’
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About the Author
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.
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Since my last newsletter, I've published a newly edited version of my
erotic thriller Exposure, which features my feisty stripper
heroine, Stella Xanathakeos. Stella is just minding her own business and having a bit of fun,
working as an exotic dancer at the Peacock Lounge. Through no fault of
her own, she witnesses a double murder and gets pulled into a shady
dance of deceit with political bigwigs, mob bosses, dirty cops and
scheming widows. Now she's everyone's target; her only chance is to
sift through the lies and expose the truth.
