What’s Happening

*It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve given a proper news update, and lots of great things have been happening, not the least of which is that the fabulous Lucy Felthouse is now taken me under her wing for some serious guidance through the confusing wilderness that is promotion. Lucy rocks. But I suspect most of you already know that.

*Today The Initiation of Ms Holly is featured on Books and Blurbs, a fabulous site for a browse through. And while you’re there enjoy the tasty little teaser from Holly.

*You can now visit me on my Facebook  page at facebook.com/kdgraceauthor. Stop in and say hi and fill me in on your latest.

*Lots of new publications out for your reading pleasure. Xcite’s Kinky Girls is now out and piping hot, containing my sinfully yummy story, ‘Confessions.’

*Xcite have also released a hot little ebook anthology of spanking stories called, A Caning for the Goddess, which includes my naughty story, ‘Hard Times At Nympho Rahab.’

*In the meantime I’m working hard on the final touch-ups on The Pet Shop, which will be out in print in October, though the eBook will be out earlier.

*Just for the fun of it, I’m off to Sh! Women’s Store in Hoxton Friday night for the early Valentines Reading featuring Maxim Jakubowski’s fabulous anthology, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica. I’ll drink pink fizz, eat cupcakes and be entertained while Kristina Lloyd, Rebecca Chance, and Ian Watson all join Maxim in reading excerpts from their hot contributions.

Oh, and I nearly forgot. I now have a new blackberry, a bright, shiny, girlie lilac one. A Curve. Rather appropriate, I thought. My data is once again safe and secure and I am once again well armed for any of the techo battles a writer must face.

That’s the latest for now I wish everyone a very happy, very hot Valentine’s Day.


(Sex) Toys R Us – Well At Least Sexy Novels

 Never underestimate the playful nature of a human being, no matter what age. My ever vigilant husband has just discovered The Initiation of Ms Holly selling in a most unusual place. It’s not surprising to find Holly in train stations, airports, bookstores, even sex shops, but Toys R Us? That’s right, The Initiation of Ms Holly is now selling at Toys R Us in the UK!

 I’m always happy to find my work selling in places I didn’t expect, but I find the idea of Holly amidst the Space Hoppers and Barbie dolls and remote control race cars the coolest thing ever! Little Susie and Tommy get their toys, and mummy and daddy get theirs too. Everybody goes home happy.

 I’ve never liked the idea that once we reach a certain age, we aren’t supposed to play with toys any longer, and that Holly is in a toy store seems a vindication of my battle cry of ‘toys for all ages.’ Frankly the thought of reading The Initiation of Ms Holly on a Space Hopper is the stuff that fantasies are made of.


Virtually Aroused — Is It Enough?

For Superbowl Sunday, some churches in the US are designating today Porn Sunday, and many will be showing a video sermon with NFL players talking about how porn has messed up their lives. Questions involving porn addiction are common among the agony aunts these days, often involving the porn addiction of a lover and the resulting lack of sex in the relationship.Wednesday night on Ch 4’s series, ‘The Joy of Teen Sex,’ teen journalist, Billie J D Porter, discussed with her peers and with a psychologist, the implications of technology in teen sex, including chat rooms and porn addictions.

Sex demands something of the participants. Granted the returns are not always equal and there are always risks, sometimes terrible risks – emotionally and physically. I’ve always said that erotica is the ultimate safe sex, but even the reading of an erotic story is a two-way exchange demanding something of the reader. But I wonder if maybe the real problem with virtual sex and having porn so readily available online is that the sex provided is TOO safe, hermetically sealed sex, sex without the Other.  

I’m the first to say ‘yay’ to sex for one. I think masturbation is the cornerstone of healthy a sex life and everyone deserves a little self pleasure. But when sex for one is once-removed through the power of technology, and we’re left with sex that demands nothing of us other than showing up in front of the monitor, sex itself is declawed, disempowered, bloodless.  Even in more participatory situations, like chat rooms, the virtual world is by its very nature a closed environment where sex occurs in isolation. No one gets hurt, no one gets dirty, no one has to engage with the wet ware and the messiness that goes along with it.  

When sex is no risk, no mess, no fuss, then the urge for more and more can hardly come as a surprise, nor can the blurring of the lines between the real and the virtual. We’re beings of flesh and blood. Reality is the mess of it all we live in. But the mess doesn’t come without its fringe benefits, rough and tumble, primal body benefits that make us human, make us connected to ourselves and to each other. I can’t help but feel that by taking the flesh and blood, brain and brawn mess out of sex, virtual reality has made sex too predictable, too safe to ever possibly be enough for our true animal nature, and our large, needy brains. We were never intended to be sexual couch potatoes, and more will never be enough unless at least some of it is real.


Productivity is Now Available

If you’re looking for a quickie to start February off hot, Xcite Books has just released the short anthology, Productivity, now available on eBook. I’m busting my buttons proud that my steamy story, ‘Productivity,’ is the title story, in which an unorthodox management consultant teaches her client, a stressed company CEO a hands-on technique guaranteed to up his productivity.



Included in this hot read

Productivity                                                           K D Grace

Angeline’s Atelier                                                 Izzy French

Buzz Cut                                                                    Rachel Kramer Bussel

The Gothic Supplement                                     Emma Lydia Bates

Dr Perrone and the Spank Master                  J J Monroe


Here’s a yummy teaser from ‘Productivity’

‘You want me to do what?’ Alan’s voice cracked in a sudden bout of nerves that would have been completely unacceptable at the negotiating table.

‘You heard me.’ Victoria spoke like she had just asked him to hand her the stapler. ‘I’d give you a little privacy and let you do it in the loo, but you’d tell me you’d done it when you actually hadn’t, and then you’d go into this meeting with the muscles in your shoulders still like rocks and the acid in your stomach still on the rise.’ She walked to the door like she owned the place and locked it. ‘It’s my job to prevent that, so come on,’ she nodded to the fly of his trousers. ‘Trust me, you’ll feel so much better afterward, and you’ll be amazed at how much better the meeting will go.’

He folded his hands protectively in his lap. ‘I can’t just yank one off right here in front of you.’

‘Course you can. I’ve got a copy of Hustler in my briefcase if that’ll help.’


A Peek at The Pet Shop

The Pet Shop now has a cover! And the fabulous folks at Xcite Books have assured me the rest is not far behind.  Here is just a glimpse of what you can expect when you open that cover. 

In appreciation for a job well done, STELLA JAMES ‘s boss sends her a Pet for the weekend – a human Pet. The mischievous TINO comes straight from THE PET SHOP complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers that the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, is extremely addicting.

Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, VINCENT EVANSTON, who looks like Tino, but couldn’t be more different, Stella is drawn into the secret world of The Pet Shop. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.

A  Peek Inside 

Wet and cold, Stella was trembling hard enough that is was an effort not to spill the cocoa. ‘You’re Tino, aren’t you?’ She spoke between chattering teeth.                       

His back stiffened slightly, then relaxed again as he continued to dig through his pack. ‘I’m Vincent.’

She sat the cup down next to her and chafed her arms. ‘I know you’re Vincent, Vincent Evanston, but you’re Tino. I mean he’s you, isn’t he?’

He turned on her quickly and grabbed her shoulders so that she feared he would shake her. Instead he began to chafe her arms, his dark eyes locked on hers. ‘I told you, Tino’s not here.’ 

‘But I — ’

He swallowed up her words in an open-mouth kiss, taking her breath away, taking away her ability to think with the heat of it, the expressive depth of it. He bit her lip as he pulled back, still holding her gaze. ‘Tino’s not here,’ he repeated. His voice held the tiniest edge of warning.

© 2017 K D Grace
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