I was a bit worried K D might have been spirited away in a paranormal fog this month, as she has had her finger on the spooky pulse lately – but phew! She’s still here, and she’s bringing her seasonal self to the grill. Anyone for pumpkin? Welcome, KD!
Thanks SO much for having me over for a good grilling, Justine! It’s always so much fun to chat with you! Like most writers, it seems we never have quite enough time to talk shop and catch up.
Who was your first famous-person crush?
Oh God, Justine, that’s a cruel question. SO age-revealing. I was in love with Neil Diamond. Still am a little bit, whenever I hear the man sing. If I was awake, I was listening to his music. Sometimes I even let him sing me to sleep J
What writers inspired you as a child and young adult?
My very favourite writer as a young adult was Fred Saberhagen. I adored his novel, Empire of the East, and it’s still one of my favourites. I also loved Leon Uris. (Not teen fare, I know, but I’m convinced most teens like to read above what’s written for them) I read every book Uris wrote in those sullen angsty years when I wanted to ‘feel’ the pain of the world and wasn’t quite old enough for it to be real to me yet. These days I’ve felt enough of it to prefer reading more escapist stuff.
What made you turn your hand to writing erotica?
Lots of rejection letters! I never wanted to write romance, and really most of my erotica is romance, but I couldn’t manage to sell anything else. That was back in the day when romance was a lot less acceptable than it is now and erotica … well no one even talked about it. (I finally gave up and accepted that I’m a romantic to the core and I can live with that) I always found writing sex easy, so I wrote a story for Scarlet Magazine (sadly now defunct) and they bought it and sent me a cheque! MUCH better than getting a rejection letter! Then I wrote my first story for Black Lace, which came out in the very same anthology your first erotica came out in, Liaisons! I remember reading your story, ‘Advanced Corsetry’and being totally enthralled! It’s still one of my fave short stories!
Have any of your books/stories/scenes been inspired by a song or piece of music?
I wrote a story called ‘Stones’ for a wonderful anthology Lucy Felthouse edited called Romancing the Myth. You also did a lovely story for that one as well, based on Tristan and Isolde, if I remember right. We’ve kept company in a lot of fun anthologies, Ms. Elyot J
Anyway I’ve always been intrigued by the Medusa myth. I’ve always felt that she got a raw deal as far as the truth of her story went. So I wrote ‘Stones’ based on what might happen if Medusa were alive and well and living in a decaying mansion in Southern California. Neil Diamond’s song, ‘Stones,’ inspired that story.
Stones would play inside her head,
and where she slept, they made her bed.
She would ache for love and get stones.
Do you think where you live has influenced what you write?
Oh massively! Place may be the most important element in all of my novels. Certainly my Lakeland Witches Trilogy is powerfully dependent on place. I adore the English Lake District, and though I don’t live there, I go there several times a year to walk the fells, and I feel that I know it better than I know my home here in Surrey. Certainly it lends itself more to the paranormal. My Grace Marshall Executive Decisions Trilogy and my novel, The Pet Shop, are all connected to the years I lived in Oregon and my experiences there. I think I’d find it very difficult to write a story about a place that I didn’t feel strongly connected to in some way.
You’ve written erotica of many shades, from gentler hot romance (as Grace Marshall) to the full on steaminess of The Initiation of Ms Holly and The Pet Shop. Which are you most comfortable with?
To be honest, of all the erotica I’ve written, I’ve been most comfortable with the paranormal Lakeland Witches trilogy. I think that’s because I like being able to somehow bring the magic of sexuality to life in story. However, I’ve always been a plot and character driven writer. For me the sex has always needed to serve a purpose in story, and in the early days when the standard rule was to have a sex scene every 2K, which was the case when I wrote Holly and Pets, it was more of a challenge to make sure the sex served a purpose and wasn’t just plopped in to titillate. Mind you, I have nothing at all against titillating. In fact, I quite like to titillate. But I’m a storyteller first and foremost and there’s no greater compliment a reader can pay me than to say that while the sex was hot, it was the story that kept them reading. I suppose that’s a long-winded way of saying, the story rules and the sex gives the story texture and colour.
If you were forced to choose between contemporary and paranormal genres, which would you stick with?
Paranormal, hands down! I LOVED writing the Lakeland Witches Trilogy and I’m writing a serial called Demon Interrupted on my blog right now that’s Ferris’ story. Ferris is one of the intriguing secondary characters in the Lakeland Trilogy. I love the escapism of paranormal and I love the extra dimensions it gives to the sex scenes. The Lakeland witches practice sex magic. That’s where their power comes from. One of the members is a succubus. She gains strength from sex. Sex as magic has always intrigued me, and I love to read about it and write about it. I would love very much to revisit the world of Medusa that I’ve created in ‘Stones’ to see where that leads me.
What’s your heroine wearing when she’s bent on seduction?
Either a high-powered business suit with pencil skirt and stomp-you-hard high pumps or walking trousers and boots. Depending. Sometimes gardening clothes … often gardening clothes. It’s amazing how often my heroines get down and dirty al-fresco J
You and I started publishing at around the same time. I feel I’ve seen enormous changes in those five years. Which do you think are the most significant?
I think the most significant change is that erotica is coming into its own. AND it’s joining the mainstream more and more. I forgot to mention this in the question about paranormal or contemporary erotica, but one of the things I’ve noticed is that you can get away with a lot more erotically in a paranormal novel than you can in a contemporary novel. A perfect example of that is J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series.
Having said that, I think erotica of all types gets a lot more respect and gets taken a lot more seriously than it used to. There’s still a long way to go, mind you, but one of the things that I see in paranormal romance, in particular is that erotica is being absorbed, which I think is wonderful! I’d love to see that happen completely, to the point that erotica is no longer ‘separated out’ because it’s ‘nasty,’ but to the point that sexuality and the celebration of it and exploration of it is simply accepted and expected as a part of every other genre, just as sex is a part of all life.
What are you working on now?
I’ve just finished the first draft of To Rome with Lust, which is a naughty, quirky, olfactory romp of book, and the third novel in The Mount Series. It’s been so much fun to write because the focus is on the sense of smell much more than anything else I’ve ever written, and that has made it a bit of a challenge. I think Liza Calendar and Paulo Delacour will do their part to carry on the series that Rita Holly started and Elsa Crane and Nick Chase continued. To Rome with Lust will be out late this autumn.
Thanks again for having me over, Justine! It’s always a pleasure! Xx
Ferris Ryder has a choice to make. He can reclaim the past, which he now consciously keeps from his memories or he can let all that he fears to remember destroy the present and the Elemental Coven he has come to love. Has the mysterious Elaine come into his life to be his guiding angel or will she tear his world, and that of his coven family, apart?
In a room full of people Ferris could remain totally unnoticed. It was almost as though he were invisible. He heard things that way, saw things that others missed. Fiori suspected that was part of his magic. However, at the moment, he was completely and totally the centre of her attention as his warm, wet tongue teased its way down and around the pucker peaks and the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. One splayed hand cupped and fondled her tight pubic curls while the other worried open his fly. What he was doing to her body was also a part of his magic and way more of a surprise, considering the man’s unassuming nature, than his ability to blend in.
She writhed beneath him totally naked, just as she had been when he entered her room, gently easing her out of a bad dream, back into the Waking World, and into his arms. She didn’t know where he’d been before he came to her. The man seldom slept — and him not even a ghost. He might have adjourned to the library after the rest of the house had entered the Dream World, or perhaps he had been in Skye’s bed sharing pleasure with her and Alice. He was generous with his affections. But then he’d hardly fit in at Elemental Cottage if he were otherwise.
How he had known she was having the dream again? How had he known about the dream at all? And yet he did, and she was glad that he came to her. ‘Sh! sh. It’s only a dream, Fiori,’ he whispered. ‘Only a dream.’ He’d brought her a glass of water from the bathroom and had returned with a soft white towel. While she drank as though she had just traversed the desert, he gently wiped the perspiration from her face and her shoulders. Then he took the glass away and moved the soft terrycloth knap in slow lazy circles down her back and her ribs as she slid into his arms, laying her head against his shoulder.
‘Do you want me to stay with you?’ he asked.
She only nodded, tightening her arms around his neck.
His black shirt was open and untucked and his nipples hardened as she slid her arms inside and up his back.
‘Do you want me to make love to you?’ He asked it as simply as a parent would ask a child if she would like a bedtime story. He asked it because he knew in a house where sex magic was practiced, healing came in the form of passion, and she nodded again because she knew that too. His cock was already hard, but then she had noticed that it often was. In those times when he allowed attention to be drawn to himself, in those times when he made his presence known he neither attempted to hide his erection nor did he attempt to flaunt it. It was the ease and the comfort of which he wore his own masculinity that made him seem like a much larger man than he really was. In spite of his chameleon nature, he was not shy by any means, and his stamina and his finesse made him a welcome edition to the beds of all of the Elemental witches and their consorts.
Impatient for the feel of him freed, she shoved at his trousers, the scrape of the zipper seeming unusually loud in the quiet room. He ran his hand down to aid her as she worried his cock free. He was neither large nor small. Even his cock was nothing unusual to draw attention to itself, and yet there was no one at Elemental Cottage who didn’t relish the thought of Ferris between their legs, of Ferris shifting and grinding as though his unassuming penis had a secret magic all its own once properly sheathed in an appreciative pussy or mouth or arsehole.
His breath caught with a grunt as she fisted the length of him and she could almost feel the ripples of lust rising up the vertebrae of his spine. For a second he wrapped his hand around hers and shifted his hips. Then he pulled her fingers free, kissing each one of them, running his tongue in ticklish strokes over the tips, making her hips rock against the mattress. ‘I’m going to taste you now. I can already smell how good you’ll be.’ With a wriggle of his arse and a shove with his feet he shed his trousers as he crawled down between her thighs, nudging her open with the smoothly shaven wedge of his jaw, clearing the way with nose and lips, teeth and tongue. The humidity of his breath blew across her clit, which rose up in anticipation.
‘There,’ he said, his fingers parting her as agiley and exactingly as if he were a pianist and she were his instrument. For an age he studied her, fingered her, arranged her as though there were only one way, the best way to approach her dark, heavy folds, and he would not partake until he knew exactly what would bring all of her focus, all of her energy, all of her arousal to the very centre of his attention. ‘And now –’ his words were little more than a rush of breath ‘–I’ll give you what you need.’ He took her with his whole mouth, hunched over her like a lion at his prey, the muscles of his shoulders flexed tight, dusted and gilded in moonlight. And she felt the bloom of her arousal like a bud swelling, bursting, opening. Then the bloom became an explosion rising up from someplace suspended above the base of her spine. He held her hips, held her steady with strength his body belied as she bucked against his mouth, as she convulsed, as the moon moved in and out amid the undulation of slate clouds.
In the hazy vision of heat he seemed larger than himself, much larger than himself as though his arousal, their arousal together had released something broader of shoulder, deeper of chest, darker of memory and, as the moon disappeared, the power of him rose like a shadow thick and all-consuming and, somehow, other than himself. The hair on the back of her neck rose. Gooseflesh prickled over her breasts, even as she rocked out her orgasm against his mouth.
But before the tingle of uncertainty and the edge of fear could take hold, the moon reappeared and unassuming Ferris gave her clit on last hard tug with his lips and then rose over her, positioning himself, easing her open with his knees and his hips.
‘I need you in me,’ she said, her voice nearly lost in her struggle for oxygen.
‘A need which I share,’ came his urgent reply. It took no more than the tucking of his hips and a single thrust and he was in deep. She was slick and ready for him, gripping him as though she hadn’t just come, as though she were desperate for him to take her. With arms much stronger than they looked, he lifted her legs around his hips and positioned himself so that with each thrust he raked her clit, and she could almost swear that in the stark relief of moonlight and shadow his eyes were onyx black and yet bright, so bright. Even in the glow of a nearly full moon, he road her in the light of an after image that made no sense, and she was reminded that not even Ferris understood his own magic. The closer they both came to orgasm the larger and heavier the after image grew. And the larger the after image, the harder they strained for release. When orgasm broke over them, so did the shadow, consuming them for the briefest of moments and then receding behind their own efforts to recover themselves taking with it Fiori’s urge to speak of it, to question it.
Link Here to Episode One of Demon Interrupted: Perchance to Dream.
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.
Winner of ETO’s Best Erotic Writer Award for 2014, 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, 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.
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Great to have you here, K D! And some fantastic answers. I think Stones is still my favourite of all your stories – just breathtaking. Happy Hallowe’en!