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WOW!! Outstanding First Review for Knowing Her Place!!

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May 25  |  eBooks, News, Reviews  |   Kay Jaybee

I have to admit, that I was somewhat nervous about the response I’d get from readers who have been patiently waiting for Knowing Her Place, the third and final instalment of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.

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Book One, The Perfect Submissive, and Book Two, The Retreat -which introduced Miss Jess Sanders to a submissive life, and then tested her ability to sustain it- have been flatteringly well received, and I desperately didn’t want to disappoint anyone with the stories conclusion.

Just before Knowing Her Place was put out on general release, I asked the wonderful Modesty Ablaze (who I knew had enjoyed the previous books in the trilogy- and who I knew I could trust to be honest in her review), if she would like to read it- and if she liked it, write a quote for the books cover.

These sorts of request are always a gamble- it can never be guaranteed that the person asked will like a single word of what you’ve written! To say I really anxious as I waited for Modesty’s verdict is an understatement- it seems I need not have worried…

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The Thrill is in the Detail by Modesty Ablaze

You must know the feeling . . . quite by some unexpected twist of fate you’ve discovered a wonderful album by a completely new (to you) musician. Or perhaps a debut movie by an unheard of actor (or actress). Or maybe a book by an author you’ve never come across before. And the surprise and enjoyment of your discovery leaves you craving for more . . . that next album, that next movie, that next book . . .

. . . only to find when it arrives in your excitedly expectant hands that your sense of anticipation as you begin to listen, watch or read, is replaced instead by a flat feeling of disappointment and let-down.

Such was my worry as I shakingly began to renew my acquaintance with Jess Sanders in “Knowing Her Place” the third book in Kay Jaybee’s “The Perfect Submissive” trilogy.

“The Perfect Submissive” had not only been my introduction to Ms Jaybee’s writing, but had quite simply been the first book I’d ever read that I just didn’t want to put down until I’d finished. Of course I physically had to stop reading from time-to-time (from excited exhaustion!), but just couldn’t wait to resume at the earliest possible moment.

The words just jumped from the page with almost electrical emotion and arousal, perfectly expressing all those enthralling and erotically exciting scenarios that I’m sure we all desire in our moments of passion.

For me that is the beauty and power of words, more than any other medium, that they inspire and stimulate your imagination and bring them into your world . . . and yours into theirs.

That was the effect of “The Perfect Submissive” and Jess’s story. I shared her journey, her emotions and her discoveries . . .
. . . and I am thrilled (in so many ways!!!) to be able to say that far from a disappointment or let-down, “Knowing Her Place” builds on the excitement and the anticipation of The Fables of “The Perfect Submissive” and the Fairtasia of “The Retreat” to a tumultuously tingling and erotically explosive Finale.

Jess’s journey in “Knowing Her Place” begins with her departure in Scotland from “The Retreat” and continues with five erotically-charged stopovers throughout England towards her final destination. And though the different situations, and different company, she finds herself in all have that (often unstated) reference back to her previous adventures, such is the descriptive beauty and power of “Knowing Her Place” that it stands as a wonderfully exciting and erotic journey in its own right (or write, so-to-speak!)

And that beauty and power is due to the way every sentence seems to balance so wonderfully the ability to describe and yet ask one to imagine the story unfolding before you.

For me the thrill is in the detail . . . the detail of the surroundings, the very being (the scent, the smell) of the people my heroine encounters. The feel of the fabric of every piece of clothing. The touch, weight and proportion of the props and implements Jess is asked to endure.

And just like any adventurous journey there are many unexpected and surprising twists and turns, acts of treachery and betrayal, denial and fulfilment.

Yes, the thrill is in the detail . . . but the detail is not gratuitous not forced, it begs to be imagined, to be drawn and touched and felt by all of ones senses.
That is what sets “Knowing Her Place” and the previous two books apart from any other erotica I have read. It is that wonderful ability that Ms Jaybee seems to find so natural . . . every page seems to flow, to inspire, to stimulate . . . and excite.

If you’ve felt disappointment, or let-down . . . or unsatisfied . . . by any other erotica you have read, I challenge you to take Jess Sanders journey. I am sure your imagination will take a new and exciting journey of it’s own.

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What can I say? I think THANK YOU covers it!!!

If you’d like to read Modesty’s previous reviews for The Perfect Submissive and The Retreat, then just hit these links.

Modesty’s blog is a wonderful emporium of eroticism- make sure you check it out soon!!!

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If you’d like to read Knowing Her Place for yourself, you can buy it in e-format on

(Paperback version to follow soon)

Happy reading,

Kay xxx

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Review: Stockholm Surrender by Lily Harlem

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April 3  |  eBooks, News, Reviews  |   Kay Jaybee

I haven’t had time to do any new reviews lately, so instead I thought I’d remind you of a few books that are, in my opinion, just that little bit head and shoulders above the rest. Today I’m looking at…

Stockholm Surrender (pub. by Ellora’s Cave), by Lily Harlem.

This is one hot tale!

There is something about a bad boy. Especially a bad boy with a cause. Ty Winters is that sort of boy.  If you like your bit of rough with heart- then this story is for you! The premise is inspired, and one of the most unusual takes on the theme of kidnap within erotica that I’ve come across.

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Blurb My soul was in turmoil. Ty Winters had not only kidnapped me in Oz, my heart-stoppingly gorgeous surfer had also stoked my darkest desires, bringing all my fantasies to the surface. So Oxford wasn’t going well. Until, that is, he creeped from the shadows—desperate, sexy, dangerous and wanting a piece of me, literally!

He teased me with a taste of his carnal skills, leaving me burning with frustration then forced to stand by as he fought for his beliefs using my lust-addled body as his most powerful weapon.

Oh, my kidnapper knew just how to get what he wanted, giving me just what I needed, while hiding our relationship from the British foreign minister and police. Because sometimes two people are meant to be, even in the most unconventional circumstances and twisted situations. We could fight the world, but we couldn’t fight our passion.

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Written from the perspective of Penny Tipping, an Oxford University Law student, who also happens to be the daughter of the British Foreign Minister, Stockholm Surrender takes us along, hand in hand, with her from the very start. A totally believable character, you share Penny’s frustrations and confusions as Ty Winter’s turns from her fantasy fodder, to a creature of lustful reality.

Although Ty’s motives behind the ever extreme actions within the novel are solid and genuine (he is desperately trying to focus public attention onto the imprisonment of his friend James in a Thailand prison), his methods leave something to be desired!

The kidnap of Penny in Australia, where she is enjoying some time away from her studies, begins as a frightening experience for her- until she see’s who her kidnapper is. Suddenly Penny is stuck in a web of contrary emotions as, tied and imprisoned, she finds herself longing to be touched by her captor, and begins to sympathise with Ty and his cause – almost as much as she is desperate for him to touch her.

After taking photos of Penny in her captured state, to send to her father as bribery so he’ll look into his friend James’s case, Ty escapes from this first kidnap scene, leaving a bound, sexually unsatisfied, Penny to be discovered by the police.

Returning to the UK, Penny becomes fixated with when Ty will show up again. Her father is determined to keep her under his own lock and key for her own safety, but Penny has ideas of her own, and persuades her family to let her go back to university. The security guard that the Foreign Secretary provides for her protection however, doesn’t stand in the way of Ty’s ambitions to use Penny to secure the help of the British government, nor her determination for him to use her body for more interesting purposes…This is a lust which is quickly more than mutual…

With my window letting in the sounds of the city, I spread my notes on my bed and tapped away on my netbook. The history of law was everyone’s most hated subject, but I knew the sooner I tackled it the better. Leaving it to the last minute would be crazy.

Eventually though, as darkness claimed the hall grounds and the lampposts flicked on, I decided to call it a day, or rather a night. I saved my work and flopped back on the bed. I would just stretch out for ten minutes before I got up to change and get ready for sleep.

But sleep wouldn’t wait, and before I knew it I felt myself drifting. Falling into a dark, dreamy world. My eyes were heavy, my breathing shallow. I let myself go—float into a world of thoughts and nothingness, white clouds and black sleep.

“Shh!”

There was tightness over my mouth and pressure over the entire length of my body. Whatever it was had squeezed the air from my lungs and was pinning me to the bed. I opened my eyes, panicked.

“Shh!” Ty said, his eyes wide and his nose practically touching mine.

Hastily, I nodded. Oh my god. Was I dreaming or was Ty really here, lying on the bed with me?

He hesitated then lifted his gloved hand from my mouth just a fraction. “You are going to keep quiet, aren’t you?”

“Yes, of course,” I whispered.

This was no dream.

“Good, ’cause I don’t want that copper who’s stalking you to come crashing in.”

“He won’t. I promise.”

Ty lifted up, reached over and shut the window. With a snap, he drew the curtains then pulled off his gloves.

“Is that how you got in?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Really, up the tree, and…” Something was different. I realized what it was. “Why has the lamppost gone off?”

“I tripped it, didn’t want anyone seeing me breaking into the foreign minister’s daughter’s bedroom.” He grinned naughtily.

“And did they?”

“No, I shouldn’t think so, not at three in the morning.”

“Three?” I glanced at my bedside clock. Sure enough, it was three a.m.

He chuckled and lay back down next to me. “I guess you got carried away with your studies. I used to be like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, don’t look so shocked, I have a first in sports science.” He touched his finger to the bald patch of my scalp and a rush of heated desire poured through me. “I know all about the human body,” he whispered, “and exactly what it needs to stay healthy and happy and…satisfied.”

Unable to suppress a whimper of pure lust, I slid my hand over his shoulders and tugged him closer. “I wish you would damn well give me some of the satisfaction I need.”

“You’re always so demanding, and so…damn…horny.” He touched his lips to mine, soft and gentle, his tongue peeking into my mouth and past my teeth to tangle and turn and explore. “Oh Jesus, Penny, you drive me crazy,” he murmured. “You do know that, don’t you?”

“Good, because that’s how you make me feel.”

He stroked down the column of my neck, dipping his fingertip into the hollow of my throat and down my sternum. “I want you so bad,” he said, “but there is something we have to do before we can be together.”

“What?” What could he possibly need to do other than put on a damn condom? His erection was growing by the second against my hip. All I needed was for him to get inside me like he had before. Thrust and grind and do that thing to my clit he was so bloody good at. Just the thought of it had me shivering.“Wait,” he said, reaching behind himself.

Suddenly a tight strip of tape slapped over my mouth. Gone was the luscious kissing of moments ago and in its place foul plastic stickiness.

“Mmmph!” I managed, trying to project massive indignation with my eyes.

“It won’t take long.”

I tried to reach for the tape, intent on pulling it off, but he had both my hands harnessed in just one of his.

“Sit.” He pulled me upright, tugging at my sweater. “We need this off.”

His breaths were rapid and hot on my face as he moved his hands quickly and efficiently, freeing my arms from the sweater before swiftly dragging it over my head.

“Ah fuck, white,” he said, staring at my pretty lace bra. It had delicate scallop details over the rise of my small, pert breasts and a tiny pale-blue flower in the center between the cups. “White is my very favorite.” His voice was almost wistful.

“Mmmph!” I mumbled again. Why did I have this tape on? I said I wouldn’t shout for Roger. Why didn’t he believe me?

“Shh, shh, just for a minute, baby, just for a couple of minutes.”

He stood, still holding my wrists tight, and nudged the straight-backed chair out from under my desk with his foot. “Up, come on, sit on here, quickly.” He glanced at the door.

As soon as I was on the chair he was behind me, wrapping what felt like cord around my wrists. I yanked but the binding was tight and attached me to the rungs.

“It’s okay,” he soothed by my ear, his breath warm and tickly. “It’s okay.” He slid his hand over my bare shoulder, tracing the strap of my bra right down to the cup.

I arched my spine, needing his touch so desperately. Ty in my fantasies would have his hands all over me by now. Ty in my fantasies would already be ravishing me until we were both desperately trying to muffle our screams and panting for breath.

But this wasn’t fantasy, this was real. Ty was really here, really tying me up again. And for god’s sake, why was this stuff on my mouth?

He poked his fingers into my bra and tweaked my nipple. I whimpered and fluttered my eyes shut. His caress sent sinful licks of wantonness raging though me.

“Damn it, Ty,” he muttered. “Think of James.” His body heat left me and the next thing I knew he was pulling off my jeans, exposing my tiny white thong. “Ah, fucking hell, what are you trying to do to me?” he groaned, wearing a very real expression of pain.

I couldn’t answer.

He reached back onto the bed for a small, brown leather rucksack. He delved into it and pulled out a newspaper and a camera.

“It’s yesterday’s,” he said. “But your father will still get the message.” He tilted his head and smirked lopsidedly. “The message that I can get to you whenever I want, wherever I want, bodyguard or no bodyguard.” Carefully he laid the newspaper on my lap. It was sort of folded up onto my belly so that the headline was visible. He took a step back and held up a small, silver digital camera. “I would say smile,” he said with a shrug, “but I guess it’s not appropriate.”

Appropriate!

That was the goddamn understatement of the year. Dad was really going to flip at this one. Me in my underwear, gagged, tied to a chair in my room with Roger snoozing outside, just a few feet away. The shit was really going to hit the fan. Big-time.

I heard the camera click once then Ty was back next to me. He folded up the paper and shoved it along with the camera into his bag.

“Mmmph,” I said, shifting on the chair.

“I’m sorry, so sorry,” he said, bending over me and peeling off the tape. It tugged and stung as it pulled my skin. “Baby, I’m sorry, I just needed to do that.” He shoved the tape into his bag too.

“For fuck’s sake,” I hissed. “That stuff is foul and what the hell are you playing at?”He stooped and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Sorry, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”I allowed my mouth to become pliant and open, let him in to search and gently tease my tongue with his in slow, languid movements. He tasted divine, like fresh water, a hint of vanilla and turned-on man. As he kissed me reverently, indulgently, my irritation with him dissolved as though it were a spoonful of sugar in hot tea. This was what I’d been waiting for, this moment with Ty. The man I shouldn’t want but did. The man whose tenacity and loyalty I admired even though everyone else thought he was a brutish thug who should be hung, drawn and quartered.

“Ty,” I gasped. “Please, untie me.”

“Mmm, in a minute. I kinda like having you at my mercy.”

“I’ve noticed.”He smiled, slow and sexy. “It gives me all kinds of dirty ideas…”

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Taking us from Australia, to the dreaming spires of Oxford, and into heart of Bangkok, the rising heat between the kidnapper and his prisoner goes from hot to scolding.

Even when Ty hacks off a clump of Penny’s hair to post to her father, Penny is still determined to see him again- and this is where the skill of Lily’s writing shines through. As a reader I was with Penny- you believe she wants to be with Ty even after he destroys her hair- and you can see why. As a couple- however wildly unconventional- they steam.

The temptation, as ever when reading a good story, is to share much more, but I really don’t want to ruin the book for you. A book which, just to tease you further, contains a highly charged sharing scene between Penny, Ty, and Ty’s best friend- how lucky is she! Trust me- this story sizzles!!

If you like your erotica edgy and kinky, but with the romance kept in, then Stockholm Surrender is a must read.

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Lily Harlem has written a huge number of amazing novels, including the sister story to Stockholm Surrender; Stockholm Seduction. Her work can be found at http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.co.uk

Buy Links

Ellora’s Cave http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9743-stockholm-surrender.aspx

Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/Stockholm-Surrender-ebook/dp/B0082B3CMM

Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/Stockholm-Surrender-ebook/dp/B0082B3CMM/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_5

All Romance eBooks http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-stockholmsurrender-791224-149.html

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Happy reading everyone,

Kay xxx

Transported by Sharazade – A Review

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February 18  |  Book Publications, eBooks, Reviews  |   Kay Jaybee

I haven’t had time to do many reviews lately, what with finishing up The Perfect Submissive Trilogy and starting my latest Jenny Kane book, so I thought I’d pop back through my archive and remind you of a few books that are, in my opinion, just that little bit head and shoulders above the rest.

Today looking back at Transported by Sharazade.

This has been my favourite erotic anthology for some time- I just love this book…

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A Review of  ‘Transported- Erotic Travel Tales’ By Sharazade

I could easily make this the shortest review in history. I believe the word HOT sums things up nicely where this anthology is concerned.

Comprised of 9 individual tales, Transported centres it’s theme on various elements of the travel experience. Arrival lounges, trains, conferences away from home, and airport shops, form the backdrop for the sexual adventures within its tempting pages.

To me, an important factor in good erotic writing will always be a setting that is accessible to the audience’s imagination. If an author can combine everyday locations with scenarios’ that are sexy, interesting, and original, then you have excellent erotica on your hands. Transported achieves just that. Combine this with Sharazade’s ability to relate the stories within her anthology to all of her readers, not just to the studs and stud-esses out there, and you have a winning formula.

I am torn between telling you two much about each story, and not telling you anything. I could wax lyrical about each piece- the strongest for me being Flaws, and After Dinner Show.

I could identify with the woman in Flaws so well- her own fears and insecurities as to the imperfections of her body restrict her actions during sex; the way she lies, the way she stands; so that her lover is not put off by her perfectly normal physical flaws- right until she meets a very interesting man on a train ride- not to mention his friend…

After Dinner Show takes us to a sales conference in Alaska, where a cleverly engineered lack of chair space, forces one of the delegates to have his partner sit on his lap during a slide show. This may sound a little predictable- but trust me, it really isn’t. As the story takes us from a not-so-private finger sex session, to a delicious encounter back in their cabin, I swear I could almost feel the touch of the participant’s fingertips…

From Schiphol, where a woman meets her lover in an airport lounge in Amsterdam, to Layover, where the heroines need for her lover is simply too deep to bother with dressing properly, and she meets him at the airport, in nothing but a coat and her underwear,  Transported hits every base for me. Sharazade successfully takes popular desires, and turns them into crotch tingling tales, neatly side stepping the pitfalls of the cliché. This is truly an anthology that should not be missed from any eroticist’s collection.

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Transported is for sale at various points including- Amazon UK, Amazon US, Smashwords, in print and in e-book format.

Happy reading

Kay xx

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OUT NOW – TAKE CONTROL

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January 21  |  eBooks, News, Reviews  |   Kay Jaybee

I’m delighted to say that my latest anthology is out now!!

Take Control

Blurb

Take Control: Stories of Male Domination/Female Submission is a collection of toe curlingly sexy tales of bondage and female submission from the pen of best selling writer Kay Jaybee. From a spankingly delicious Dinner With Tess, to a Staged public sex fantasy, an unforgettable alfresco hosing in Deluged, a kinky scientific Experiment, and the realisation of a long held threesome fantasy in The Necklace, Take Control offers five bite sized stories that will satisfy any lover quality erotica.

With four stories from my long lost Oysters and Chocolate archive, and one brand spanking new tale, Take Control is my eighth solo short story collection.

If you’d like to buy this e-book, it is available from Amazon UK, Amazon.com, and all good e-retailers. (It will be also be available for Kobo, Nook and on iTunes in a few weeks time)

Happy reading,

Kay xx

 

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Review- Elemental Fire by Kd Grace

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September 21  |  Reviews  |   Kay Jaybee

Elemental Fire is the third and final part of Kd Grace’s excellent trilogy, the Lakeland Heatwave Series.

Carrying on four months after the end of Part 2 (Riding the Ether),- the gorgeous Anderson (I just love this character), is still trapped in the ether, the demon Deacon’s menacing presence is looming over everything, and Tara Stone is only just holding her coven together.

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The world of sex magic is brilliantly bought to life, as Kd Grace entwines us on a journey that is both sexy, intriguing, and at times, spine tinglingly terrifyingly and thrilling.

Elemental Fire introduces us to new characters- including the revenge obsessed Kennet Lucian- who’ll stop at nothing to end Deacon’s reign of terror- including joining forces with a rather delicious fire demon…

I’ll say no more, for I would hate to spoil this excellent series for you.

Once again Kd Grace has produced a work of art encapsulated in the written word. The Lakeland Heatwave Series is a must read.

I’m delighted to have permission from Kd to share an extract from Elemental Fire with you today- are you sitting comfortably…

 

‘If it’s any consolation, I don’t trust him either.’

Tara wasn’t surprised to hear Cassandra’s voice behind her. She didn’t look up from her efforts with the thyme seedlings she was planting on for Fiori’s kitchen and for Sky’s apothecary. The greenhouse was awash in the dry heat scent of the Mediterranean.

‘He’s offered us everything we want, an end to all of our suffering. He’s all but promised Anderson back in our arms. Everything. All tied up in a shiny ribbon,’ Tara said, continuing to work.

Cassandra came to her side and took over preparing the pots for the seedlings. Tara was still amazed at the woman’s natural feel for gardening when she had never touched the earth until she came to Elemental Cottage. Somehow it felt like the young succubus had always been a part of the Elemental Coven, and Tara felt the ache of her loss of Anderson as deeply as she felt her own.

‘If something sounds too good to be true, it usually is,’ Cassandra said. ‘And who in their right mind would make a deal with a demon?’

‘Probably not the question to ask, Cassandra,’ Tara said. ‘You know we all would, in a heartbeat, if it would get us what we want so desperately.’

‘Will you dream with him?’ Cassandra asked, as she handed Tara the last pot.

‘I don’t see that I have much choice, do I?’

‘Is it really that much of a hardship?’

They both turned to find Kennet standing in the door of the greenhouse.

Tara laid aside her dibber and gently touched Cassandra’s hand feeling the welcome buzz of her power. ‘Go and tell the others to prepare the Dream Cave.’

Once she was gone, she turned her attention back to her seedlings.

Kennet moved inside and pulled the door to. ‘I understand you not trusting me,’ he said. ‘I’d feel the same way, I’m sure. But Tara, I’m not the enemy. I need you to believe that.’ He rested a hand on her shoulder, and she stiffened.

Carefully he removed it and turned his attention to stroking the leaves of the thyme plants. ‘You’re afraid,’ he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

‘Aren’t you?’ She continued to fuss over the seedlings, mostly just to stave off the panic of his nearness.

‘Terrified.’ His answer surprised her.

She turned to face him and as she looked up into his eyes, it suddenly felt like she had looked into the sun.

‘But not for the same reasons you are,’ he said. He crooked a finger under her chin so she couldn’t look away. ‘Why do you make love only with ghosts?’

Everything in her wanted to turn and flee before it was too late, but she stood her ground and held his gaze. ‘It hasn’t ended well for the living when I’ve had sex with them.’

‘Are you afraid it won’t end well for me?’

She didn’t answer. She was afraid of what might happen if she tried to speak. There were too many memories too close to the surface, memories she had taken lifetimes to bury deep, and this man had dug them all up in only a few hours.

He took both of her hands, ignoring the compost on her fingers, then brushed a kiss gently across her lips, making her want like she hadn’t allowed herself to want in a very long time. Then he pulled away and brushed the pad of his thumb along her lower lip. ‘I’m already dead, Tara. Physically I may not be a ghost, but I’m already dead. Everything that I lived for was taken from me seven years ago.’

She pushed him away. ‘Seven years? Only seven years? You’re not dead yet, Kennet. You haven’t even begun to die. You haven’t had nearly enough years to really beg for death, long for death, pray that it’ll come in the night and set you free.’ She reached for the staging table for support. Her knees were weak, her insides felt like snow on the wind. ‘But then you realize that you’ll be no freer of him dead than you are alive. So no, you’re not dead, Kennet. Don’t even wish for it, and if you think your pet demon will protect you, then you don’t know demons.’

This time he grabbed her by the front of her shirt and pulled her to him with such force that she gasped out loud. He took her mouth with stunning anger, like nothing she’d ever felt before, and she returned his assault with her own rage, meeting his tongue thrust for angry thrust, bruising his lips with the force of mouth and teeth, biting and aching, as he bit back. Then he pulled away breathless. ‘She’s not my pet demon, Tara and, trust me, I fucking know demons.’

Then they were kissing again as though they would tear each other apart, as though they would rip the very breath from each other in angry, scorched shreds. His hands moved to her hips, and he hoisted her onto the staging table, shoving aside the gypsy skirt until she could feel the rough wood against the silk of her panties. He fingered aside the crotch and she tried to squirm away from him. ‘I don’t fuck the living,’ she gasped against his mouth, then she bore down as his thick middle finger found its way between her labia and thrust upward. She pulled him to her even as she tried to push him away with her words.

‘Yes you do, as of this morning you do. You need it, I need it, and it’s time you stopped letting Deacon call the shots.’

She felt his last words like a slap and like an aphrodisiac at the same time, and everything in her felt wet with need. ‘Do it, goddamnit,’ she growled. ‘If you’re gonna do it, do it and don’t make me wait!’ She grabbed for his fly with an awkward grip from a bad angle that caused him to flinch and push her hand aside. ‘Damn it, get them off,’ she gasped, ‘I can’t wait!’

With trembling hands he practically ripped the zipper out of his fly, then shoved his jeans and boxers down around his hip and his erection bounced free from its exquisite nest of copper brown curls. The view was brief, and she told herself in a sliver of a thought that was left to her, that sometime she’d like to linger and explore, though in her heart she didn’t really believe she’d ever be afforded that luxury, so she’d take what he’d give her.

Once again he tore at her panties until they were stretched over one buttock and she could feel the cool air of the greenhouse against her gape, then while she held herself open, he cupped his hands under her arse and lifted her from the table, down onto his heft. With a grunt and a slight thrust, he pressed up into her, and she yielded like soft butter, then gripped like a fist. Then she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face back to hers, and their tongue dance matched the rhythm of the thrust and glide. Grunts became feral cries, throats became raw, and vision blurred in searing heat that had nothing to do with Lucia.

‘Great Goddess,’ he gasped. ‘If I’m not dead, I’m dying now, and it’s your fault.’

She bit his neck hard and he flinched and surged inside her tight grip. ‘You asked for it, and I don’t believe in making people beg.’

‘I can’t think of a better way to go,’ he grunted.

In truth, she wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t dying right along with him, but it didn’t really matter, dead or alive, it was pretty much the same to her.

‘Fuck,’ he breathed between barely parted lips. ‘I can’t hold back any longer, woman. I have to come now.’ And as his cock convulsed inside her, and his groin raked upward against her clit, she came in great sobs that made her throat ache, that made her body feel like some animal, curled deep at her centre, had awakened ravenous and needy with an emptiness to fill that was bigger than the void. And strangely enough, Kennet Lucian felt like he might begin to touch the emptiness.

For a long time, he held her there, both of them gasping for breath, her arms and legs wrapped around him, his large hands cupping her bottom. ‘Tara,’ he whispered against her ear. ‘Please trust me.’

She ran a hand through his hair and nipped his ear with her teeth. ‘Then prove to me that I can.’

He had just settled her onto the floor, and they were straightening and tidying when Cassandra knocked on the door and stepped inside. ‘We can’t get to the cave, Tara. There’s flooding. It was only then that Tara noticed it was pouring rain…

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If you’d like to buy Elemental Fire, or indeed the first two books in the series, Body Temperature and Rising and Riding the Ether, they are all available from all good eBook and paperback retailers, including Amazon-

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Elemental-Fire-Lakeland-Heatwave-Series/dp/1908262206/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1378395301&sr=8-2-fkmr0&keywords=elemental+fire+kd+grace

Happy reading,

Kay xxx

 

 

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