Spotlight on K.D. Grace

Best of KDG

Gracefully Aroused: The Best of K D Grace 

From a love spell that doesn’t quite go to plan to a farmhand who needs a little discipline; from a woman who is addicted to the confessional to a personal trainer with a very unorthodox method of guaranteeing his clients they’ll look fab come bikini season, K D Grace will tell you a naughty story with a twist. Before there was Ms Holly and the Pet Shop, before there were sexy ghosts, before Grace Marshall upped the romance ante, K D Grace was into quickies, and here’s a selection of her naughtiest.

Hired Hand
Pretty city boy, Tim Harris, is the last man Suzie Sheridan would have hired to help her on the farm had he not been the only one who applied for the job. But with strict discipline generously applied in all the right places, even Suzie is amazed at just how good a hired hand Tim turns out to be …

Personal Trainer

Penny Davis can’t afford to hire a personal trainer to get her fit for bikini season until ex-military hard man, Hawk Sturgis, offers her an unorthodox fitness regimen and an even more unorthodox payment plan, guaranteed to have her heating up the beach in her new bikini just in time for the summer hols.

Accidental Hitchhiker
On a road trip across America, Liz Martin’s car breaks down in the middle of nowhere South Dakota, and the ride a Good Samaritan lorry driver offers her is not exactly the one she expected.

Under the careful supervision of his unorthodox management consultant, a stressed company CEO learns a hands-on technique guaranteed to up productivity.

Love spells are the most dangerous kind of magic. Mick Denver learns the hard way when he enlists Sally Haddon, a witch who specialises in sex magic, to help him win the affections of his new co-worker, the exquisite and dangerous Darlene.

Hard Times at the Nymphomaniac Rehabilitation Facility
Sadie’s sexual appetite is out of control, and a spell at the Nymphomaniac Rehabilitation Facility is intended to put it right. It isn’t long before fellow inmate Carol is showing her how to bend the facility’s strict rules, earning them both punishments that are more than worth the crime.

Confession is good for the soul, but Hail Marys and Our Fathers aren’t nearly enough to gain absolution when Jilly confesses to an unsuspecting priest that confession makes her come.

While volunteering on an archaeological dig, Gina and Mike discover new and exciting ways to help their workaholic professor relieve stress – and he introduces them to one or two methods of his own, which are far from academic.

Seeing Red
We all give off body heat, but only Jenny can see the red glow it gives off, darker and more intense the more turned on we become. When she’s compelled to follow a fellow bus passenger whose scarlet desires are too powerful to ignore, she learns the real secret of her unique vision.

An unusually powerful sense of smell gives Chloe the ability to sniff out the scents of people in lust. When she volunteers for a research trial into pheromones, she doesn’t realise the scientist in charge will have the perfect, sexy aroma she’s always craved in a lover. 

Available from:
Amazon UK
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Xcite Books

Coming soon to all other good eBook retailers. 

Hired Hand

It irritated Suzie the way Tim Harris worked without a shirt, like he didn’t know how distracting that was. She watched him muck out the barn, grunting slightly with each thrust of the pitch fork, breathing heavily from the effort. If she closed her eyes she could easily imagine him doing something else. To her.

She dragged her gaze away from the hard play of muscles, muscles that, no doubt, came from some cushy air conditioned gym, which is probably where he got his tan.

Working bare-chested might cool him down a bit, but it only made her hotter. She had nearly forgotten the clit-stiffening scent of sweaty maleness, earthy and slightly piquant, a scent that, amid the barnyard animal smells, caused her own animal nature to squirm and stretch and sniff.

He was too damn good looking to be a real hired hand. From Chicago, he said, by way of London – in England! He arrived complete with an accent that never failed to make her tits tight. Rural Missouri was a long way from London. What would a pretty city boy know about farming? He would have been the last man she would have hired had he not been the only one who applied for the job.

‘Let me see your hands,’ she commanded.

He jumped and nearly dropped the pitch fork. ‘I didn’t hear you come in, Suzie.’

She tried to keep her eyes on his and not the muscles of his belly, tensing and relaxing into his low-slung jeans that always seemed to be hiding something just barely contained, something she hadn’t stopped thinking about since he arrived at Sheridan Farm.

He removed his gloves and held his hands out, palms up for her inspection, offering her a warm smile. ‘Blisters are healed. I’m starting to get callouses.’

‘About damn time. I’m not paying you to be an invalid.’ She couldn’t help herself; she gave his palms an open-handed stroke, thinking how good those callouses would feel against more sensitive parts of her body.

As she did so, he dropped a glove. She stooped to pick it up, closer to his groin than she intended, close enough to notice his package was straining his Levis this morning. The tangy, male rutting smell made her mouth water. Suddenly the sweat between her breasts wasn’t the only moisture she was feeling. She fought back the urge to jerk open his fly and bury her face against his bulge, reminding herself she hadn’t earned the respect of the other farmers without discipline and self-control.

After her father’s death, she kept the family farm working against all odds, and she wasn’t going to let some city boy’s bulging jeans slow her down. She stood quickly and handed back his glove.

‘I’m going into town to get the seed corn. You can drive a tractor, right?’

‘I can drive anything you need me to drive,’ he replied.

She assumed that meant he didn’t know a standard transmission from a pogo stick. But when the time came Tim was as good as his word. Ike Melbourne had offered her the use of his tractor for the day, since his son was getting married. While Tim ploughed the field behind the barn she used Ike’s tractor to plant the south 40. It was supposed to rain on Wednesday. With the extra tractor hopefully they’d be done before the weather hit.

She planned to plant into the night, breaking long enough to tend livestock before dark. She hurried about feeding the chickens and the pigs, hearing the steady purr of Tim’s tractor in the field behind the barn. She was checking the water tank in the pig pen when she noticed the silence.

Wiping her hands on her jeans, she walked around the side of the barn. Beyond the stand of oak and elm just on the other side of the fence the tractor stood empty and silent.


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.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms HollyThe 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.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace MarshallAn Executive DecisionIdentity Crisis, books one and two of her Executive Decisions Trilogy are now available.




Blog Tour Stop for Legal Ease

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Jack Sutton needs a wife and he needs one now. Jack loved his mother, but she really screwed him over when she set up her will. If Jack doesn’t have a wife by the end of the week, he’ll lose control of the largest chunk of voting stock in his company and will most likely lose his position as CEO as a result.

And Jack’s Aunt Mabry is waiting in the wings to make sure that the terms of the will are enforced. If he doesn’t find a wife, she’ll seize control of the stock so she can install her own son at the helm and she couldn’t care less that her son doesn’t want the job or that he probably won’t be any good at it.

Enter Kelly Bradley, a twenty eight year old college graduate with a spot at YaleLawSchool but no way to pay for it. Kelly and Jack’s eavesdropping secretary have discovered Jack’s secret need for a wife and Kelly comes up with a plan to fix both of their problems.

Just when Jack needs her, Kelly breezes into his office, introduces herself to his Aunt and cousin, and hands Jack an offer. She will marry him for a year so that he can retain the stock that will keep him in control of Sutton Development if he’ll pay for her to go to law school. Jack has no idea where his beautiful savior came from or who she is but he’s willing to take a chance to save it all.

The deal may have kept Jack in control at Sutton Development but his private life quickly spirals out of control. Just when Jack realizes that he wants more than a year with Kelly, his wealth puts her in great danger and he is left scrambling to save her life and their future together.



Kelly swallowed hard as she heard Jack’s answer to her ‘proposal.’ She was relieved he was going along with it, but a tight ball of nerves had been growing in her stomach since she walked in the room and she felt that ball taking over her entire being.

Chad, with a look on his face that promised Jack would be grilled for details later, excused himself to return to his office. Kelly watched Jack out of the corner of her eye as she continued to talk to his aunt. She had seen Jack Sutton on occasion coming in and out of the building when she’d met Jennie for lunch and Jennie had told her he was handsome, but handsome didn’t even begin to describe the man.

Jack was tall, at least six foot three or four inches. He had dark brown hair that curled up at the edge of his collar. His eyes were a rich, deep brown, almost mahogany, and his face had chiseled features with a strong jaw. There wasn’t a damn thing about the man that didn’t sizzle.

He wore a suit, but even in that Kelly could see that his body was hard and fit under it – his tall, lean form toned and strong. His intense gaze made Kelly’s breath go ragged and she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be alone in the room with him if he had this kind of effect on her with his aunt and cousin with them.

Jack sat on the edge of his desk, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles in front of him, arms crossed over his chest. He watched her quietly while Kelly finished chatting with his aunt.

Kelly wrapped things up and ushered Aunt Mabry out the door by four o’clock as she made excuses about Jack needing to get back to work. She closed the door behind his aunt and turned to Jack. That’s when Kelly felt the ground fall out from under her and her world tilt on its axis.

Suddenly, she faced Jack Sutton. Kelly found herself feeling very shaken, to say the least. She looked up at Jack and realized that, in essence, she had just waltzed into his office and proposed.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” Kelly began to pace frantically. She wrapped her arms around her waist and circled the room.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she said and she began to feel like she might hyperventilate. She slid down onto the couch that sat along the longest wall in Jack’s office and tried to breath but ended up taking in huge gulps of air that felt as if they might choke her. For the first time since she came up with her hair-brained scheme to get her hands on enough money to attend Yale Law School by marrying Jack Sutton, the reality of what she had just done hit her like a ton of bricks.


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About the Author:

AuthorPicLori has had a number of careers before embarking on her newest adventure of writing novels. After graduating from the University of Connecticut School of Law, she practiced law for three years, working primarily in the areas of utilities law and intellectual property litigation.

More recently, Lori owned and operated a dog training business in Austin, Texas, where she specialized in aggression and became an expert in the field of dog bite analysis. Lori sold her dog training business in 2013 and is now a full time writer and mother of two.

Lori still lives in Austin with her husband — who is endlessly supportive of her changing career paths — and her two children, one cat, and three dogs.

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VBT Stop~ The Perfect Duke

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Known as The Marble Duke amongst the Ton, Garret Weston, the Duke of Kendal sets himself apart from his peers. Nothing will hinder his guilt-driven attempt to become a perfect duke.  Nothing that is, save the alluring and imaginative betrothed he’d thought dead. His intended believes-of all things-that she is a Vicar’s daughter. The “perfect” duke needs a “perfect” duchess, but how was he to discern her suitability? Employing her as a governess to his niece seemed like an ideal solution. But whose “suitability” is being tested? His betrothed refuses to see he is beyond redemption. And most grievous of all, she stirs his blood, making him forget what’s important.

Cara believes fairy tales really can come true, until she meets the unrelenting and arrogant Duke of Kendal. He looks like a Prince, but acts like a Beast. Why must he challenge her at every turn? Her greatest peril is her attraction to the vulnerable, seductive man behind the title. A match between them would be impossible. But can she show him, without losing her heart, that “perfect” is in the eye of the beholder?

Teaser Excerpt: 

Garret’s voice stopped Cara before she reached the door. “What of the cut on my chest?”

She turned back, fighting to sound normal. “It didn’t look that bad.”

He picked up the cloth, soaped it, then stalked toward her. Everything about him belied fluid grace as he handed her the fabric, a challenge in his gaze.

With as much indifference as she could muster, she dabbed at the cut on his chest.

“Harder,” he breathed, his dark velvet voice sending shivers down her spine. “You’ll not hurt me.”

She cleansed the cut, admiring the feel of the hard muscle beneath the cloth. Her fingertips extended beyond the material to caress his moisture-slicked skin. She stepped closer, until his chest was the only thing in her vision.

The rag dropped between them. Of their own volition her fingers spread, pressing her hands flat against the hard contours of his body. She began an exploration, noting the fine dusting of curling golden hair that tickled her palms as she moved them upward.

The smell of the ointment clung to him, but it couldn’t block his alluring scent, a mixture of brandy, wood, and spiciness. She inhaled deeply, savoring the heady combination as she ran one fingertip around his nipple, marveling at the pebbling on the outside edge.

Part of her brain acknowledged she shouldn’t be doing this, but she couldn’t seem to stop.

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“Once Upon a Time” are four of Dawn’s favorite words. Her love of story became a love of romance when she read Georgette Heyer’s, Devil’s Cub. It inspired her to write stories with strong characters that discover love is never easy, but always worthwhile. Dawn’s written several award-winning novels set in Georgian England – an era filled with rules and intrigue. Her characters often defy “Society” as they pursue love, run away, pursue, run away – well, you get the idea.

Then again, she might write romance in order to do the research. What other profession encourages you to sit in the audience at Harlequin’s Male Model search, and take notes, or just sigh?

Dawn lives in a Victorian home in Upstate New York with her husband and very independent cats. When she’s not writing, she’s singing, gardening, learning to play the harp or wood carving. If you’d like to learn more about Dawn and her novels, go to her website at  


Tour Stop~Skye Warren’s The Beauty Series

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Beauty Touched the Beast 

Erin cleans Mr. Morris’s house twice a week, soaking up every moment with the reclusive ex-soldier she secretly loves. Blake Morris knows he’s scarred both inside and out and is no good for the beautiful young woman who cleans his house to pay for college. But when Erin walks in on Blake touching himself and moaning her name, all bets are off.

Beauty Touched the Beast is a short erotic story of lovers finding refuge with each other. Not for those under 18 years of age or those uncomfortable with the subject matter.



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In the long anticipated sequel to Amazon Erotica Bestseller Beauty Touched the Beast, Erin and Blake explore their new intimacy and encounter old enemies.

When Blake receives an offer to return to his alma mater as associate professor, he knows this is his chance to reenter the world—and to be worthy of the woman he loves. Erin wants this chance for him to heal… even if it means leaving her behind.

Beneath the Beauty is an erotic story told in serial format. Don’t miss the sexy initial installment, Beauty Touched the Beast, available now.

Adult Teaser Excerpt:

Erin woke up in slow degrees. Awareness tugged at her like a gentle tide. Arousal lapped gently at her skin. She had been in a deep slumber, both sated and sore, but she came alive again under his touch.

Blake. Sighing, she might have said his name aloud. Or maybe just in her mind. They were attuned now, so soon after sex, after being wrapped up in each other, cocooned in sleep. Past the point of discussions, negotiations, they’d been stripped to the core. Him, her, and the pleasure they could invoke together.

Calloused fingers roamed over her hips and lower, lower, to where her curls were still damp from their earlier sex. She peeked her eye open at the windows. A faint eerie light glowed against the curtains, heralding late twilight, the dead of night. He was insatiable really. Last night, then now. Then they’d probably do it again in the morning most likely. She loved it.

When his fingers slipped inside the wetness pooling between her legs, she moaned.

“Shh,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Liar. A lazy smile curled her lips. “Is that right?”

He found her clit and pinched. His breath was hot at the back of her neck, his erection pressing urgently against her back. “But now that you’re up…”

“You have plans for me.” Delicious plans. They always were.

“You don’t have to do a thing,” he murmured, rolling her onto her back. He nuzzled his way between the valley of her breasts, across her belly and settled in between her legs. Her knees splayed wide, her whole body spread open to him, encouraged by anticipation and the laxity of sleep.

She’d been given oral sex before, but never by someone as dedicated as Blake. He enjoyed himself there almost as much as he enjoyed regular sex—maybe more. He could make her come endless times, until she was throbbing and restless, until she had to beg him to come inside her.

God, she loved it.



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Skye will be awarding a $25 Amazon Gift Certificate to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour and a $25 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn host.  Leave a comment with your email address in order to be entered to win this wonderful prize. 

Make sure to follow the tour and leave comments; the more comments you leave, the better the chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:

About the Author:

Skye Warren writes unapologetic erotica, where pain and sex and love collide. Her books have and has reached the bestseller lists at Amazon and been a Night Owl Reviews Top Pick.




Welcome Lena Hart


“Because You Love Me” Celebrates One-Year!

By Lena Hart

Happy Memorial Day! This month my debut novella, Because You Love Me, turns one! To celebrate, we’re offering it for just $.99, available wherever e-books are sold. Grab your copy today!

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Because You Love Me is a story about love and trust…

Sabrina Monroe and Jake Landon are caught in a tug of war between love and trust. A hurt Sabrina wants nothing more than to forget about Jake and the fierce love they once shared. A wary yet determined Jake wants to bury the past and start anew. When old feelings and desires are reawakened, Sabrina struggles to keep her distance—and protect her heart. But it’s a losing battle she’s not even sure she wants to win. With Jake determined to gain back her love, Sabrina is left longing for his trust. In a fight for “all or nothing”, they’ll soon discover that even an imperfect love can triumph over all.

Here’s a sneak peek into Jake and Sabrina’s story:


“How late will you be here tonight?”

“Not long, maybe another hour or so. I think I’m going to take some work home so I don’t have to be here past midnight.”

Through the years, he’d gotten used to her late nights at work. He’d never understood why a slide presentation or brochure required anyone to work past six but evidently it did so he’d learned to stop asking. But he made it a point to call her every night so that he was the last thing she thought about when she went to bed.

“I can hang out and give you a ride home.” She was shaking her head before he even finished his offer and for some reason that irritated him. “Why not?”

“I’m going to take a car service home so you don’t have to hang around here and be bored.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Well I do. You’ll just distract me and then I’ll get nothing done.”

He smiled at the thought that he had the same effect on her as she did on him. “It goes both ways, babe. But I wouldn’t mind a little distraction.”

He started slowly advancing toward her, gradually backing her up against the wall.

“Oh no, Jake, don’t even think about it.”

“I won’t,” he drawled then reached for her.

Tilting her head back, he fitted his lips against hers. She gasped and he swallowed the soft sound, taking in all she had to offer. He slanted his mouth over hers, savoring the soft textures of her lips, drinking in her sweetness.

Her hands dug into his chest as he continued his tender assault. The kiss was hot and wet and thoroughly arousing.

He wanted nothing more than to hoist her up against the wall and lose himself in her. Instead, he pulled away from her as he gathered his senses. She laid her head against his chest, her hands twisted in the rough material of his shirt.

“You OK?”

Her slow nod felt like a caress. He placed a hand under her chin and lifted her face up to his.

The desire in her eyes beckoned his and at that moment he forgot about his promise.

“I want you,” he whispered huskily.

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Lena Hart is an author of sensual, interracial romances. Her second novella, BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE, was recently released by Secret Cravings Publishing and is currently available wherever e-books are sold. To learn more about Lena and her work, visit or find her rambling at  


Charisma Knight’s “Demoness of Lust” VBT – Giveaway


Hi and welcome to my blog, Charisma Knight. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake.   

Oooh. Hi Zeke and Jake! Awesome abs guys! LOL  Raine, thanks for having me over today! How have you been?

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out? 

I’m currently working on Battlestation One. At least that’s what I’m calling it now. It is a follow up story to Ensnared where I focus on Zena and Rhogwaar.  Below is in undedited snippet:

Although in electromagnetic cuffs, Rhogwaar smiled. So the beautiful brown Earth woman thought she was doing her agency a favor. How naïve. Then again, most humans were like that. Cocky and vain in thinking they were the only superior beings in the universe. If only Zena knew there was more to the story.

Trying to ignore the emotions she stirred within him, he licked his lips as he imagined surging in and out of her wet heat. The tall Amazon of a woman thought him to be cruel, but perhaps she was only justifying her actions. She knew he was innocent, only she didn’t want to admit it. He tried once again to penetrate the recess of her mind, but she fought him hard and he was forced to give up. The jolt of electricity she’d pumped into his body still had his head reeling.

So, he sat back while imagining the well-muscled woman in nothing but her magnificent mahogany skin. The skin he itched to explore while she lay beneath his body. He loved how her chocolate brown almond shaped eyes blazed with strength and determination. Her brownish black shoulder length afro framed her oval face wildly.  He longed to grip his fingers in her mane, expose the flesh of her neck and nibble away until she melted against him.

Zena was a hell raiser, and could best any man in battle, especially when family was involved. Clearly they would have come to a draw if it had not been for that fucking weapon she carried. Next time he’d disarm her, maybe even have his way with her. Rhogwaar’s mouth salivated and his cock twitched at the thought.

His curiosity had gotten the best of him months ago before he came to Earth. He’d schooled himself on her file before leaving his planet. Little did she know, she was a wanted woman by his warriors back home. She was strong, brave, and buxom and sure to bear her future mate strong children to carry on the Asgurcharian race. He smiled, because there would be no other for her. He’d be Zena’s mate, whether she liked it or not.

He’d wanted to assist her in finding her sister, but that plan didn’t go over too well. There was more to his being here than she knew. Once again, he reminded himself that she thought nothing of him but a cruel, disgusting creature.

Once he was free, he’d take her and demonstrate just how cruel his species could be. His cock hardened at the thought of having his way with her. Whenever his primal urges launched into overdrive, he discovered she aroused more than just lust within him. He winced at the strange emotions for her washing over him.

He muttered a silent curse. Those feelings were growing stronger with each passing day and he wondered if he could withstand this predicament he was in without losing himself to his own emotions.

“Do you know why our species battle?” He asked.

“I don’t care why. My sister is missing and I want her back! I’ll be better off once I deliver you to Terlion.”

“Sure. Go ahead and blindly carry out the demands of your agency.” He snorted. He shivered at the thought of the war between the aliens and earthlings being drawn out any longer. “How do you intend to get your sister back?” Zena’s silence told him she had no plan, she was just going on blind instinct.

“I can assist you,” He offered up, doubtful she’d believe him.

“I don’t need any help from the likes of you,” She blurted out stubbornly.

The emotion in her voice almost made him shudder. “If you turn me in, it is quite possible you’ll never see your sister again.” He’d tried not to let that bit of information seem like a threat, but too late. “I can help you.”

“You only want to help yourself to escape. I’m no fool. Once you’re free, you’ll snap my neck like a twig.”

“I can think of better things to do with that pretty neck of yours,” He mused. The woman was beautiful, but nowhere near timid like most females he’d encountered. Their hand-to-hand combat made him hard as steel and in all honesty, he wouldn’t mind going a few more rounds with her.

“Shut up!” She grated out sharply as he began to chuckle. “How do I capture Akin?”

“Ah, so you do need my help? Then we shall work together?”

“No, idiot.” She sneered.

“Akin is no threat to you, but you all are a threat to us and yourselves, especially if you keep believing what your superiors are telling you.”

“Go to hell.”

“We’re already there,” Rhogwaar assured her. “I’m surprised at how naïve you really are, Zena. You do know by turning me in, you’re only signing my death certificate.”

“By turning you in, we’ll gain more knowledge of your species and then—“

“And then, I’ll be dead once your superiors dissect me.” He sighed harshly. His time was coming to an abrupt halt if she didn’t listen to him. As a matter of fact, the entire fate of life, be it alien or human was at risk.


Do you have any guilty pleasures?

Oh Yes, cheesecake, chocolate cake and various fried foods are my guilty pleasures. I must take things in moderation though.


Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you. 

I’m a licensed massage therapist.

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? 

I’d want to live somewhere in Europe, most likely Greece.

How do you get yourself in the mood to write? 

I just open my laptop, start picking away at one of my WIPs and things pick up from there.


If someone hasn’t read any of your work, what book would you recommend that they start with and why? 

I’d recommend starting out with Demoness of Lust because although a short story, I feel I’ve really fleshed out Jake and Sabrina successfully. I think it’s a great entertaining emotional read.

If you could collaborate with one author who would it be? 

George R. R. Martin. He’s an awesome author and I’d love to pick his brain. I mean c’mon, the man has written books over a thousand words.

Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add?  

Thanks so much for having me today! Readers may connect with me at the links below! You have an awesome week Raine!

I’m all over the net. Please join my newsletter for the latest about my writing escapades! LOL.  Check out my latest website I’ve created! 

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Demoness of Lust by Charisma Knight

Erotic Paranormal Romance

Categories: Interracial/Multicultural

Publisher: Amira Press

Release Date: 4/19/2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Length: 87 pages 

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Jake finds comfort in the arms of the lovely mysterious woman who visits him in his dreams. He soon realizes this being has awakened feelings within he’d never experienced in the past.

Sabrina answered Jake’s lonely calls in the night. When strong emotions for the mortal develop, she discovers that she must follow her instincts and pursue the man.

A spell casts Sabrina into the human realm, but she must convince Jake to acknowledge his true feelings for her within four days. If she fails, she’ll remain a demon for the rest of eternity. She also discovers destiny will have its way when she’s unable to control certain events and learns a powerful lesson of self-sacrifice and love.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Teaser Excerpt:

In his mind’s eye, he and his dark angel were lying on a beach, confessing their love to one another. Jake exhaled sharply. Why was love creeping into the picture again? After all his heart had been through, he still sought love?

With a grunt, he squeezed his cock, trying to skip over the love parts while focusing on the sexual aspect, but it still didn’t work. As he stroked his cock, his dream woman planted a gentle kiss upon his lips that made his head spin and his heart lurch. He smiled when she whispered, I love you, in his ear.

He wanted to return those words, but none would form on his lips. Something blocked him. Ah, the protective wall he’d constructed just to keep others out. That’s right. No one would ever break through the carefully built walls he surrounded himself with.

Off in the distance, he literally could hear waves crashing along the sandy beach. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sun sinking into the lonely horizon. The sky, from what he could see, was a myriad of reds, pinks, and bluish hues. The Creator had surely outdone Himself on this beautiful piece of artwork. A feeling of completion swathed him like a blanket and he didn’t have a care in the world.

Something tried breaking through his stubborn-ass barrier. “I love you too,” he heard himself say as he felt his spirit lift. He must have fallen asleep so fast this time, but he didn’t care to analyze the situation. Perhaps his fantasy had finally consumed him. Her body was soft against his. His palms itched to explore every inch of her flesh.

Soon he was back in his bedroom, as if released from his dream. He would have been disappointed, but his mattress shifted as she snuggled next to him. It was definitely her. The jasmine perfume taunted his nostrils as fingers stroked the dark hair of his chest. He groaned as she playfully bit at his nipples.

“Mmm.” Jake groaned and opened his eyes. Silver moonlight now poured in through the room, giving him a perfect view of his dream lover. Sure enough, his dark angel was right there beside him, a loving smile painting itself on her face.

She bent down and kissed his cock. Her touch was electric, and he swore he’d go through the roof if she touched him like that again. As though he willed it, she kissed him there again. His woman continued planting dainty kisses from his cock to his navel, making Jake writhe beside her.

“You—” He’d lost his breath and thrust his hips upward. “Should stop,” he said on a moan. “Please, don’t make me want you. I can’t take this.”

“Shh, Jake,” she reassured him. Soon, they were locked in a passionate kiss, her tongue caressing his, blinding him with an emotion he’d never felt before. Inhaling her scent, he reached for her, encasing her in a strong embrace. He never wanted to let her go and was determined she wouldn’t leave this room.

She grabbed his hand, eagerly placing it between her trembling thighs. Her feminine scent had him hard as steel, and her wetness dripped down the crease of her legs. With a masculine grunt, Jake brought his fingers to his mouth, sampling her nectar.

“Oh. My. God,” he cried out in a baritone voice as he peered into her eyes, wondering what her name was. He just had to know.

“Sabrina,” she whispered. Her husky yet gentle voice sent a shiver up his spine.

Jake wrinkled his forehead in confusion. “What are you? Is this for real?” His hands explored her smooth, satiny flesh. “It feels like you’re here with me, but—”

She placed a lone finger against his lips. “We don’t have much time,” she said sadly.

Still mesmerized by her presence and beauty, he stroked her thick, curly hair. “So beautiful,” he breathed while soaking up how she looked. He just had to burn her image into his memory before she disappeared along with the sunrise.

“Do you want me all the time?” she asked as curiosity masked her gentle features.

Fear sliced through his heart. He wanted her in every way imaginable, but did it mean he would soon experience the sorrow of a broken heart again? He wasn’t sure he could withstand the pain.

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Angel’s life was one, big, long, dream come true. Young, beautiful, sexy, and in charge of Desires—the best sex club in the country. An entire staff of delicious men and delectable women was at her beck and call, ready to indulge her every carnal whim.

When vulnerable abuse survivor Stacie Clifford tentatively approached Desires for help getting her sexual confidence back, Angel had no qualms about assigning her secret favourite Dan McVeigh as her tutor. Gentle and sweet, Dan was just what Stacie needed.

Angel hadn’t realized just how powerful her suppressed feelings for Dan were until she noticed Dan and Stacie were getting on a little too well. Despite Dan’s insistence that all was strictly professional, maybe it was time to persuade Stacie that Desires was not for her. Just how far would Angel go to keep Dan to herself?

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Angel screamed out with pure pleasure and abandon. She tightened her vaginal muscles around him, although there was no need, he filled her utterly. Dexter paused then, pulling slowly out, breathing deeply. He lay down, his cock rising up perpendicular to his tight belly. It swayed, long and tempting. Angel’s mouth watered and she needed no bidding to climb aboard. She sat across his lap to ride him, facing away from him. This room had full-length mirrors opposite the end of the bed and she revelled in her reflection in the mirror, seeing her tight, hot body, her firm heavy breasts, and flat belly. Dexter’s brown legs stretched out before her in the flesh, and reflected in the mirror and she watched his long cock disappear inside her as she impaled herself on him. Her face twisted with pleasure as she began to ride him. She dropped her head back, her hair brushing his chest. He reached up to cup her breasts with his hands. She was mesmerized by the contrast of his brown hands on her white breasts in the mirror. He began to squeeze and pinch, murmuring obscenities at her as she rode him.

Angel felt her orgasm begin to build. She dropped her hand to her clitoris, rubbing and slapping, the pain of Dexter pinching her breasts melding with the pleasure of her manipulations to create a blissful fusion of sensation. She screamed, watching her own face in the mirror, contorting with pleasure, her mouth open, her eyes half-lidded, her expression one of utter rapture. Her body shuddered. Her universe consisted of this man’s shaft of pleasure within her quivering cunt. Panting, she leaned forward, resting her hands on the cover between Dexter’s legs. Her heart thudded and her breathing came raggedly.

Angel lifted herself off him, thrilling to the feeling of his still-stiff cock sliding out of her hyper-sensitive tissues. She lay on her back. He moved rapidly between her thighs, sliding his cock deep in her soaking pussy. He lifted her legs into the air, hooking them over his shoulders, sinking into her hard and fast, staring down into her face. She wriggled under him, altering her position slightly, so the tip of his cock hit her most sensitive spot deep within. He grabbed her breasts and fucked her harder. Angel reached behind her, grabbing the headboard, arching her back and screaming as her second fierce orgasm shook her body.

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Wife and Mum of three living in England, work as a care assistant and love writing about intimacy and passion, with plenty of spice. In my spare time I enjoy reading, seeing friends and travelling around visiting Stately Homes and Castles.

I would love to introduce you to my erotic/erotica romantic fictions, published by Secret Cravings, heat level 4, Touching Angel’s Desires is the second book in the Desires Series.

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