Foreplay with Holly!

It’s never any big surprise these days when good stuff gets banned from Facebook. The fabulous Sarah Berry was the victim of yesterday’s banning — twice. Facebook banned her post about the next meeting of the great women’s self-help, discussion, and just all around ‘proud to be a female’ group, Fannying Around, which Sarah facilitates once a month at Sh! Women’s Store. If that wasn’t enough, Sarah’s Facebook avatar was also banned. Her Avatar is usually the cover of the latest edition of Foreplay Magazine, of which she is the feisty, intrepid, and outrageously sexy, editor. As it happens the banned cover is the cover of this month’s issue which contains an XXXtract from my novel, The Initiation of Ms Holly. I feel very proud to have Holly behind that delicious, yellow, Facebook-banned. Foreplay cover.

Here’s just a little teaser if what’s inside:

 What if Edward was just the gang leader, like some kind of mafia boss, and what if she never saw the light of day again? She’d heard all kinds of rumors about the mysterious Mount. Where the hell was her sense of self preservation? Was her wounded pride worth her going along with this insanity – insanity that might be very dangerous?

 She was seriously contemplating yanking off the blindfold and making a run for it when the door burst open and Edward called her name. Suddenly she was engulfed in his arms and her mouth was consumed with his kisses. He pulled away just enough to speak, his breath coming in fast, tense gulps against her parted lips. ‘Are you all right, Rita?’

 Amazon.co.uk

Amazon.com

 Xcite Books

 

‘The Strap-On’ is Now Available

If you’re looking for a steamy, but quick read for those grey January days, Xcite Books has just released the short anthology, ‘The Strap-On,’ which includes my naughty story, ‘CONFESSIONS.’

Here’s a titillating teaser:

 Jilly dropped onto the kneeler and crossed herself. “Bless me father, for I have sinned.” She breathed in a layer cake scent of stale perfume and nervous sweat, the delicious remnant of so many people over so many years coming to confess so many sins. ‘It’s been a week since my last confession.”

“Go on, my child.”          

Her pulse quickened at the sound of the priest’s voice. She could almost feel the weight of it against the nape of her neck.

She lifted her skirt and sat back on the chair, wriggling her bare bottom against the cool wood. “I watched my neighbor have sex. She left the lights on, and the French doors were wide open.”

There was silence, so she continued. “Her lover ripped her camisole off like it was paper. Do you have any idea what ripping silk sounds like, father?”

Available in ePub and PDF at Xcite Books

Available for Kindle at Amazon.com

Available for Kindle at Amazon.co.uk

 

Abstinence, and Why Men Watch Porn

Last week there was a programme on Channel One called ‘Why Men Watch Porn.’ The short answer, as one reviewer put it, is to have a wank. No surprise there. But there was one conclusion that I found very interesting. In a survey of a thousand men in the UK, the ones who seemed to watch and enjoy porn most were the ones who were most creative and most empathetic. I’m not sure how the researchers went about testing creativity or empathy or what actually led to the conclusion, but it made perfect sense to me once I’d thought about it.

 Porn isn’t exactly known for its creativity nor for its empathetic characters. Perhaps that’s exactly why it appeals to the creative and the empathetic. It serves as a template. The watcher fills in the blanks. However, if a person isn’t good at letting the imagination take control to put him in a similar situation, but one more personally arousing, then porn remains just a template and isn’t all that interesting.

 In a totally unrelated study, the American Psychology Association’s Journal of Family Psychology reports that couples who abstain from sex before marriage report having better relationships. According to the study, couples who have sex early in their relationship often confuse lust and the emotions associated with it for a genuine personal connection. Some people claim they feel it’s important to have sex with a person right away to make sure they are compatible. But having good sex is a learnable skill, something couples can work on together. Having nothing in common, however, means no place to start.

 Which brings me back to watching porn, possibly as a coping mechanism, for both men and women, during the period of abstinence before marriage to help insure a better relationship? Of course there’s always high quality erotica to fill that niche:)

 

The Crowded Room

The last week of the year has always fascinated me. It’s not like the rest of the year. It’s almost like there are actually fifty-one weeks in the year, then there is the crowded room at the end, a place not unlike my grandmother’s living room was, all stuffed full of the bits and pieces and memorabilia of eighty-three years of living.

The last week of the year is a mini version of that living room, a mental version, a room that everyone has in their head. No matter how expansive the previous fifty-one weeks have been, this final week is the tiny space into which we crowd everything that has happened. Then we settle in to the one comfy chair in that room that’s not avalanching with memories and emotions and we reflect.

I used to ask my grandmother about the people in this old photo or that. I used to ask where she got this porcelain doll or that china figurine. Every item in her living room had a story. It was a gift from someone, or a souvenier from some marked event in her life, or something someone had made for her or she had made for herself. My grandmother’s living room was a storybook full of tales I only ever experienced through her eyes, stories that were lost in the mist to anyone but her and the few of her older friends who still remained, all with story book rooms of their own.

This time of year, in this last week, we all sit in our mental story book rooms and tell ourselves one last time the stories that have been our life for the past fifty-one weeks. We laugh at our joys, we mourn our losses and we nod our heads in satisfaction at our successes, promising there will be more, even bigger successes next year.

My grandmother lived to be eighty-three. There was a finality about her over-crowded living room. That last week of the year room we all occupy right now has its own finality. After midnight tonight, we can crowd no more into that room. We leave it as it is, papers strewn, boxes open, bed unmade, cup of tea half finished. Mind you, some of us spend our last hours in this room frantically trying to crowd just a little more into it. That’s me, sitting in the recliner madly tapping away at the computer trying to get another chapter written, another short story out before I have to leave this room and lock the door behind me.

It doesn’t matter if we are sitting reflecting on all that fills this room, or if we’re frantically trying to fill it fuller, at midnight tonight, we will all take a deep breath, open the door and walk out into the empty room waiting for us that is 2011. All we’ll take with us is our memories of the room we left and our hopes for how we’ll fill this bright new room that stretches promisingly before us. Some of us make New Years resolutions, some of us just plow in without a plan of action. But one thing is for certain, this time next year, if we live that long, we’ll be sitting in the crowded last-week room again reflecting on how the experiences of 2011 have shaped us, anticipating how we will take the experiences into the next empty room. 

My wish for you is that your reflections in your full room be good ones, satisfying ones, ones that bring growth. And at the stroke of midnight, that you will enter that bright new empty room with hope and joy and anticipation of how wonderfully you’ll fill it up.

 

Good Things, Now and To Come

As I write this, I’m celebrating good things, and I hope you are too. I’m letting those good things sink in and take root and get me all excited about the good things yet to come. I expect lots in 2011, and I hope you do too.

Among the good things I’m celebrating is my new website. Welcome! I’m very excited about expanding my ability to communicate with all of my lovely online friends and share my news and ruminations. I’ll do my best to keep the navel-gazing to a minimum and the cool stuff to a maximum. And amongst the cool stuff, I hope to hear a lot more from you.

At the top of the cool stuff list right now is that I’ve just finished the draft of my second novel, The Pet Shop. It started out fun and hot and sexy and has gotten more so right down to the last 48 hours of pressing onward to see if Stella will end up in charge of the Pet Shop. To see if she ends up with Tino or Vincent, or can have them both. The Pet Shop will to be published by Xcite Books in October 2011 on the UK and January 2012 in the US and Canada.

My predictions for the New Year: is that I will keep my laptop overworked and smoking with lots more lusty stories. I will walk lots of miles and see lots of gorgeous scenery. I will plant way more vegetable garden than I have space for. And at least once or twice I’ll end up with tunnel vision, caught in the web of my own story.

My wish for you in the New Year is that you’ll celebrate every day. Celebrate sex and romance and love and all things joyful and life affirming. Celebrate yourself cuz you’re really cool and deserve to be celebrated.

 
© 2017 K D Grace
The Romance Reviews

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