By K D
Grace (Guest Blogger)
I’m
very excited to announce that Demon Interrupted,
a Lakeland Witches novel, is now available in eBook format.
Originally written as an online serial for my blog, Demon
Interrupted has been revised and expanded to become the
fourth novel in the Lakeland Witches trilogy, published by Xcite.
Ferris Ryder has always intrigued me as a character, since he made
his debut in Riding the Ether,
book 2 of The Lakeland Witches Trilogy, but even I have to admit, I
was shocked when he revealed his story to me. I hope you will find
his tale as chilling and sizzling and intriguing as I did when I
wrote it.
Blurb
Ferris
Ryder has a choice to make. He can reclaim the past, which he now
consciously keeps from his memories or he can let all that he fears
to remember destroy the present and the Elemental Coven he has come
to love. Has the mysterious Elaine come into his life to be his
guiding angel or will she tear his world, and that of his coven
family, apart?
Excerpt
In
a room full of people Ferris could remain totally unnoticed. It was
almost as though he were invisible. He heard things that way, saw
things that others missed. Fiori suspected that was part of his
magic. However, at the moment, he was completely and totally the
centre of her attention as his warm, wet tongue teased its way
down and around the pucker peaks and the rapid rise and fall of her
breasts. One splayed hand cupped and fondled her tight pubic curls
while the other worried open his fly. What he was doing to her body
was also a part of his magic and way more of a surprise, considering
the man’s unassuming nature, than his ability to blend in.
She
writhed beneath him totally naked, just as she had been when he
entered her room, gently easing her out of a bad dream, back into the
Waking World, and into his arms. She didn’t know where he’d been
before he came to her. The man seldom slept -- and him not even a
ghost. He might have adjourned to the library after the rest of the
house had entered the Dream World, or perhaps he had been in Skye’s
bed sharing pleasure with her and Alice. He was generous with his
affections. But then he’d hardly fit in at Elemental Cottage if he
were otherwise.
How
he had known she was having the dream again? How had he known about
the dream at all? And yet he did, and she was glad that he came to
her. ‘Sh! sh. It’s only a dream, Fiori,’ he whispered. ‘Only
a dream.’ He’d brought her a glass of water from the bathroom and
had returned with a soft white towel. While she drank as though she
had just traversed the desert, he gently wiped the perspiration from
her face and her shoulders. Then he took the glass away and moved the
soft terrycloth knap in slow lazy circles down her back and her ribs
as she slid into his arms, laying her head against his shoulder.
‘Do
you want me to stay with you?’ he asked.
She
only nodded, tightening her arms around his neck.
His
black shirt was open and untucked and his nipples hardened as she
slid her arms inside and up his back.
‘Do
you want me to make love to you?’ He asked it as simply as a parent
would ask a child if she would like a bedtime story. He asked it
because he knew in a house where sex magic was practiced, healing
came in the form of passion, and she nodded again because she knew
that too. His cock was already hard, but then she had noticed that
it often was. In those times when he allowed attention to be drawn to
himself, in those times when he made his presence known he neither
attempted to hide his erection nor did he attempt to flaunt it. It
was the ease and the comfort of which he wore his own masculinity
that made him seem like a much larger man than he really was. In
spite of his chameleon nature, he was not shy by any means, and his
stamina and his finesse made him a welcome addition to the beds of
all of the Elemental witches and their consorts.
Impatient
for the feel of him freed, she shoved at his trousers, the scrape of
the zipper seeming unusually loud in the quiet room. He ran his hand
down to aid her as she worried his cock free. He was neither large
nor small. Even his cock was nothing unusual to draw attention to
itself, and yet there was no one at Elemental Cottage who didn’t
relish the thought of Ferris between their legs, of Ferris shifting
and grinding as though his unassuming penis had a secret magic all
its own once properly sheathed in an appreciative pussy or mouth or
arsehole.
His
breath caught with a grunt as she fisted the length of him and she
could almost feel the ripples of lust rising up the vertebrae of his
spine. For a second he wrapped his hand around hers and shifted his
hips. Then he pulled her fingers free, kissing each one of them,
running his tongue in ticklish strokes over the tips, making her hips
rock against the mattress. ‘I’m going to taste you now. I can
already smell how good you’ll be.’ With a wriggle of his arse and
a shove with his feet he shed his trousers as he crawled down between
her thighs, nudging her open with the smoothly shaven wedge of his
jaw, clearing the way with nose and lips, teeth and tongue. The
humidity of his breath blew across her clit, which rose up in
anticipation.
‘There,’
he said, his fingers parting her as agiley and exactingly as if he
were a pianist and she were his instrument. For an age he studied
her, fingered her, arranged her as though there were only one way,
the best way to approach her dark, heavy folds, and he would not
partake until he knew exactly what would bring all of her focus, all
of her energy, all of her arousal to the very centre of his
attention. ‘And now --’ his words were little more than a rush of
breath ‘--I’ll give you what you need.’ He took her with his
whole mouth, hunched over her like a lion at his prey, the muscles of
his shoulders flexed tight, dusted and gilded in moonlight. And she
felt the bloom of her arousal like a bud swelling, bursting, opening.
Then the bloom became an explosion rising up from someplace suspended
above the base of her spine. He held her hips, held her steady with
strength his body belied as she bucked against his mouth, as she
convulsed, as the moon moved in and out amid the undulation of slate
clouds.
In
the hazy vision of heat he seemed larger than himself, much larger
than himself as though his arousal, their arousal together had
released something broader of shoulder, deeper of chest, darker of
memory and, as the moon disappeared, the power of him rose like a
shadow thick and all-consuming and, somehow, other than himself. The
hair on the back of her neck rose. Gooseflesh prickled over her
breasts, even as she rocked out her orgasm against his mouth.
But
before the tingle of uncertainty and the edge of fear could take
hold, the moon reappeared and unassuming Ferris gave her clit on last
hard tug with his lips and then rose over her, positioning himself,
easing her open with his knees and his hips.
‘I
need you in me,’ she said, her voice nearly lost in her struggle
for oxygen.
‘A
need which I share,’ came his urgent reply. It took no more than
the tucking of his hips and a single thrust and he was in deep. She
was slick and ready for him, gripping him as though she hadn’t just
come, as though she were desperate for him to take her. With arms
much stronger than they looked, he lifted her legs around his hips
and positioned himself so that with each thrust he raked her clit,
and she could almost swear that in the stark relief of moonlight and
shadow his eyes were onyx black and yet bright, so bright. Even in
the glow of a nearly full moon, he road her in the light of an after
image that made no sense, and she was reminded that not even Ferris
understood his own magic. The closer they both came to orgasm the
larger and heavier the after image grew. And the larger the after
image, the harder they strained for release. When orgasm broke over
them, so did the shadow, consuming them for the briefest of moments
and then receding behind their own efforts to recover themselves
taking with it Fiori’s urge to speak of it, to question it.
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.
K
D 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
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