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Sexy Just Walked Into Town: Kd Grace has a Cuppa with Medusa

This week I have lots of my Brit Babe friend’s dropping by for a chat, and to share some of their spicy words from the wonderful Brit Babe anthology Sexy Just Walked Into Town!

Today it’s the turn of my great pal, and this years ETO nominated Best Erotica Author, Kd Grace  (aka Grace Marshall)

Kd, is sharing a cuppa with Medusa. Over to you hun…


Thanks for having me over, Kay! It’s always a pleasure to be on your blog, and especially when I’m talking about one of my favourite short stories.

I’m very proud to have my story, Stones, included in the Brit Babe’s anthology, Sexy Just Walked into Town. Stones is a story that was originally published in the fantastic anthology, Seducing the Myth, edited by my sister Brit Babe, Lucy Felthouse. Of all the short stories I’ve written, it’s probably my favourite. I’ve always been partial to myths and fairy tales, and it has always fascinated me how they somehow, no matter how strange the tale, still resonate even in the modern age. When Lucy asked me to write her a sexy myth, I didn’t expect it to be Medusa’s story that I would tell, and yet, who can argue with the Gorgon?


I remember the day I started writing Stones. It was after a walk over Pewley Downs into town. I settled in to my favourite coffee shop and had a pot of tea with Medusa. I sipped Assam and wrote fast and furious while she told me about her sculpture garden, all dark and mossy and mysterious. When the tea was gone, I walked back home with the weather threatening rain, all the while Medusa whispered her story seductively in my ear. There was an idea for a post about how to write sex floating around in my head, which Medusa elbowed out of the way none too gently. And back behind the hedgerow I could just catch a glimpse of the Lakeland witches waiting, not very patiently, for their turn. But, as I said, who can argue with the Gorgon?

I had ironing waiting for me at home and the garden needed weeding that day, but try to tell that to Medusa. By the time I got home, she was already telling me about the landscaper she’d developed the hots for the one who uncovered the rude statuary in her overgrown garden. She kept demanding that I tell her story –her story –no not the gruesome one where she gets her head lopped off in all the Greek Mythology books. She wanted me to tell the truth about her, that she was alive and well and living in Southern California in a huge decaying mansion with an over-run garden that she wanted to put tidy. I never knew Medusa had so many secrets. But who wouldn’t listen with rapped attention when a Gorgon whispers in your ear?


Yup! Stones all started when I unexpectedly had tea with Medusa. Fortunately for me, I never looked into her eyes. But I looked into her mind and into her heart, which was far more interesting, and possibly less dangerous, though I’m not sure about that. She assured me that there’s a lot more to her tale than what fit into the pages of one short story, so I’m hoping one of these days she not just join me for tea, but she’ll stay on for dinner as well and share the rest of her story.


When landscaper and gardener, Paul Danson, takes on the task of clearing the overgrown grounds of the mysterious Magda Gardener’s decaying Victorian mansion, he uncovers much more than the disturbingly erotic sculptures hidden amid the bramble and ivy.

Stones Excerpt:

Then just before I shot my wad, the image of Magda Gardener flashed white hot behind my eyes, an image far more detailed than I recalled seeing. Now my view was close-up and personal, her breasts were full and high, nipples jutting like cherry gumdrops, her perfect pale skin glowing brighter than the lightning flash. In that split second my eyes followed the slope of her belly down to the dark golden curls nestled against her mons. Then, eyes lowered as though she were suddenly shy, she slid her hand between her open legs and with splayed fingers exposed the hard node of her clit and the moist gouge of the valley beneath. I came. I came until the very violence of it threatened to jerk me inside out, as though all my life I’d been holding myself for a tiny glimpse of Magda Gardener.

Not wanting to risk another dream, I settled on the sofa with my laptop. I found myself looking at the works of great sculptors, Michelangelo, Bernini, Rodin, trying to think what made Magda Gardener’s sculptures different. There was sex, there was passion, there was violence, even rape. All were themes of the great sculptors. Bernini captured the very essence of Hades dragging Persephone off to hell – her terror, his lust – and no one could look at that sculpture and doubt what would happen next. Yet the horror was once removed, as though the stone itself has rendered safe and distant what was savage and terrifying, what was a breach of human decency.

But Magda’s sculptures practically burst from the stone into life, into whatever mute terror secretly torments them, as though the sculptor fully understood that our most hideous nightmares are the ones born from the twisting and disfiguring of our most vulnerable passions. Could there be anything more horrendous than our deepest fear realised at the very point of ecstasy? Horror films capture it perfectly. The young couple, caught mid-fuck, always see it coming, and their last battle is the battle between ecstasy and horror.

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About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

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, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, The 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. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.

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Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/



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Many thanks Kd!! A fabulous extract.

Don’t forget, you can pick up the entire Sexy Just Walked Into Town anthology fro FREE as a Kindle download, or as a beautiful paperback!

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Come back tomorrow for a glimpse at an offering from Lucy Felthouse!

Happy reading,

Kay xx

Sexy Just Walked Into Town: Lily Harlem’s Secret Servicing

This week I have an extra special treat for you- a selection of extracts from the Brit Babes fantastic anthology Sexy Just Walked Into Town!


FREE as an e-book, (also available as a paperback), Sexy Just Walked Into Town is a fantastic introduction to the wide range of erotica genres there are out there, written by some of the best in the business (she says modestly!)

Made up of 8 top ranking and award winning, UK based, erotica authors, the Brit Babes aim is to bring you top quality, smile making, heart racing, nerve tingling, reading pleasure!

We are kicking off the next 5 days of top class smut with a glimpse at Secret Servicing, a wonderful story by the brilliant Lily Harlem.





Secret Servicing tells the tale of Jen and Kingsley who’ve been dating and falling in love until Kingsley just ups and vanishes while they are at a party one night. Naturally Jen is heartbroken, furious and confused so when he turns up on her doorstep, three weeks later to explain, she’s not in the listening mood!


I shook him off. It was bad enough that he was here, ripping wounds open, but to touch me too? That was more than I could cope with.

Pushing away from the counter, I slipped past him and rushed into the living room. My mind was spinning and my eyes struggling to focus as I stared at a boy band on the TV screen. They were leaping around the stage in tight jeans and big bright trainers, yelling about the best song ever.


Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him toss his jacket onto the single armchair in the corner of the room, the way he always used to.

Damn, I missed him. Missed the way he moved his big body with grace around my small home. How he sometimes lost it when we made love and took me with him to wild, untamed places where pleasure rocked my world. The sound of him coming, grunting, panting for breath was a beautiful ghost of a noise that would haunt me until the end of my days. And the way he traced my skin after we’d fucked, as though it told him a beautiful story. It was enough to make my flesh goosebump just at the memory.

I loved his body, defined and powerful, because he worked out to prevent his sedentary driving job taking its toll. He had a smattering of chest hair, coarse and masculine, that wound down to his navel and thickened at his groin. On the underside of his upper right arm was a tiny tattoo. A dagger with wings; it was only small but it was super-sexy and tasted delicious when I ran my tongue over it.

“You just left,” I said, muting the sound on the TV. “You just bloody left.”

“I had to—”

“Without saying anything to me? Really? What kind of bastard does that?” I spun around. “No, don’t tell me. Clearly the type of bastard that you are.” I jabbed my finger at him.

“I’m not a bastard, though you have every right to think of me that way.” He frowned and dropped his gaze from my face to my toes then back up again. He licked his lips.

“Don’t!” I said, marching up to him and shoving his jaw to turn his head away. So that he couldn’t look at me. “Don’t act like you still find me attractive, that you still want me, because it’s clear you don’t.”

“I do.”

I kind of growled in frustration. A noise I hadn’t heard myself make before. “Funny way of showing it.”

He caught my wrist in his hand and turned back to me, holding my arm between us. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Too little too late.”

“I got here as soon as I could.”

“What, like you couldn’t call? Couldn’t send me a text? An old-fashioned letter?”


I wriggled free from his grip and stared up into his eyes. “You better explain, Kingsley, because I’ve had the worst fucking few weeks of my life wondering if you were dead or alive. Wondering what the hell I’d done to deserve a man I thought I had a serious relationship with just vanishing like that.” I paused, huffed. “Sometimes I even thought I’d dreamt our time together, or that you’d been a figment of my imagination.”

He smirked, and I itched to slap the tilt of his lips.

“Funny, is it?” I snapped. “Funny that you made me fall for you and then trampled all over my heart?”

He grabbed me, both hands on my shoulders, and pulled me close. He stared down at me, his dark eyes flashing and his nostrils flaring. “I told you, I didn’t want to go but I had to. And as for trampling all over your heart, do you think leaving didn’t break mine?”

He was so big towering over me. His body heat was burning onto my skin, his gripping fingers pressing into my flesh. My traitorous hormones perked up. The feel of him against my chest, my legs, the breeze of his hot breaths on my face was creating a bundle of erotic memories of our time together.

I didn’t want to still need the man who’d left me, but I did.

“So why did you?” I whispered. “Go, that is?”

He lowered his head so his mouth was a hairsbreadth from mine. He had a tiny dink in his bottom lip, right in the centre—it was a part of him I adored.

Suddenly he kissed me, soft and gentle, his tongue just peeking into my mouth.

I was so shocked I didn’t respond, just stood there letting my arms hang limp and my mouth be caressed by his. But his flavour was too intoxicating, hot and peppery with a hint of vodka, and I soon found myself matching his kiss, winding my tongue with his.

It had been so long. I’d fantasised about this, being in his arms again. Kingsley fitted me so well, and I fitted him. We were two halves coming together.

What the hell am I doing?


strike back

I’d had an idea for this story rattling around my head for a while. It started with the first line “Who the hell do you think you are?”. I liked the thought of someone being so furious that they’d say this and slam a door on an exlover and then being won around by the end of the scene.

In the case of Secret Servicing it had to be damn good reason that Kingsley had just upped and left Jen with no explanation and no contact for weeks. For many this is unforgiveable.

For a while I battled with Kingsley’s motives but then, after watching Strike Back (with Mr H, he loves anything action) I decided that my hero was in the SAS and he’d had to go away on an urgent mission. This is surely a good enough reason for him to leave the girl he loves?

Was it? You’ll have to grab yourself a FREE copy of the ebook Sexy Just Walked Into Town and find out for yourself if Jen kicks Kingsley out or if she forgives her seriously sexy soldier.


Find out more about Lily Harlem on her website – http://www.lilyharlem.com and catch up with daily musings on her blog – http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.co.uk – sign up for her newsletter to be the first to know about new releases, freebies and contests http://www.lilyharlem.com/newsletter-subscription.html


I think you’ll agree- that was an excellent way to  take a first glimpse between the pages of Sexy Just Walked Into Town!!

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Come back tomorrow to take a tasty taste from the work of Kd Grace…

Happy reading,

Kay xx


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