When
the mist descends on the high fells of the English Lake District, danger lurks.
Demons, witches, ghosts and more gravitate to the powerful Elemental Coven –
some as friends and allies, some as deadly enemies. The battle in the mist is a
battle for power and love and lust, but most of all, for Tara Stone and the
Lakeland Witches, it’s a battle for survival.
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Sex is
magic for the Elemental Coven -- powerful magic. But will it be enough to
defeat the hate-driven demon determined to destroy them with the very magic of
their own lust?
Body Temperature and Rising Book: 1
of the Lakeland Witches Series
American
transplant to the Lake District, MARIE WARREN, didn’t know she could unleash
demons and enflesh ghosts until a voyeuristic encounter on the fells ends in
sex with the charming ghost, ANDERSON, and night visits from a demon. To help
her cope with her embarrassing and dangerous new abilities, Anderson brings her
to the ELEMENTALS, a coven of witches who practice rare sex magic that
temporarily allows needy ghosts access to the pleasures of the flesh.
DEACON,
the demon Marie has unleashed, holds an ancient grudge against TARA STONE,
coven high priestess, and will stop at nothing to destroy all she holds dear.
Marie and her landlord, the reluctant young farmer, TIM MERIWETHER, are at the
top of his list. Marie and Tim must learn to wield coven magic and the numinous
power of their lust to stop Deacon’s bloody rampage before the coven is torn
apart and more innocent people die.
Riding the Ether: Book 2 of the
Lakeland Witches Series
Cassandra
Larkin keeps her ravenous and dangerous sexual appetite secret until she
seduces Anderson in the mysterious void of the Ether. Anderson is the
sexy, insatiable ghost who can give her exactly what she needs.
But sex
is dangerous in a place like the Ether…
When the
treacherous demon, Deacon, discovers the truth about the origin of Cassandra’s
powerful lust, he plots to use her sex magic for revenge on Tara Stone and the
Elemental Coven, who practice their own brand of sex magic.
Cassandra
must embrace the lust and sexuality she fears and learn to use its power. Will
she stand with Anderson, Tara, and the Elemental Coven against Deacon’s wrath
or suffer the loss of friendship, magic and love?
Elemental Fire: Book 3 of the
Lakeland Witches Series
Obsessed
with revenge, KENNET LUCIAN makes a deal with a demon, a deal he comes to regret
when he meets TARA STONE, head of the Elemental Coven, and a powerful witch
with a desire for revenge at least as great as his. Even though the attraction
between the two is magnetic and the lust combustive, Kennet must betray her to
accomplish his goal, which is ultimately her goal as well; to put a final end
to the demon, Deacon’s, reign of terror. But can Tara trust the man who has
wormed his way into her heart and the heart of the Elemental Coven? Can she
trust LUCIA, the demon with whom Kennet is allied, a demon with her own agenda.
The path to Deacon’s destruction is far from clear, and the price that must be
paid to be free of him forever may be too high, even for Tara Stone.
Demon Interrupted: Book 4 of the
Lakeland Witches Series
What
secrets does a man have that would cause him to chooses to live under a spell
that magically erased his past? When that spell is broken Ferris Ryder must
choose to remember all that he was, all that he has done and all that drove him
to willingly forget. If he chooses not to remember, the consequences will be
dire for himself and the Elemental Coven, who are now his family.
Is the
mysterious Elaine, who both fears and desires Ferris, a ghost with a past all
her own, or merely a figment of his fevered dreams as he struggles against time
to remember the past he fears or destroy the very people for whom he chose to
forget.
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Excerpt from Book - Elemental Fire:
‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend.’
She raised one golden eyebrow and turned to face him.
‘I am not your friend, Kennet Birch, and even if I were, I hardly see how an
alliance with you would help my cause.’
‘Of course you see. Together we can defeat him.’
She absently plucked a blood-red rose from a bush that
climbed tenaciously on a stone wall, sniffed it and studied it as though she
had never seen anything like it. ‘I fail to see how you could possibly be of
help.’
‘I could give you flesh.’ The words were out before he
could stop them, and his heart nearly exploded from his chest as she crushed the
rose, raised an arm in a flourish that was almost like a flash of lightning,
and they were once again back in the cave.
She stood close to him, so close that he could feel
her breath coming fast and furious against his face. Her eyes were fire, her
presence made him feel as though every fibre of himself were being shredded and
being unmade even as he breathed. ‘You are beyond brazen, Kennet Birch, to
offer such a thing, as if I would want to walk among humans again, as if I
would want to take up residence in their weakness and need.’
‘But you do,’ he found the courage to whisper, not
even loud enough for her to hear, and yet she heard. He was certain she heard
the very movement of his blood in his veins. ‘You do want to take up residence
in our weakness and our need. That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? And
that’s the only way you’ll ever be on an equal footing with him.’
She studied him for what might have been ages, and he
felt as though the pressure of her scrutiny would crush him.
‘I have never worn man flesh.’ She nodded down to his
penis.
He blushed and surged and blushed again. His heart
raced. ‘Does it make a difference?’
She shrugged, still studying his cock as though she’d
never seen one before. ‘Not really. Flesh is flesh.’ On a whim, she reached out
and stroked his erection, and he gasped as the touch of her shivered up his
spine and blossomed bright inside his head.
She continued to touch him, but her eyes were now
locked on his face, and he tried desperately not to thrust against her. ‘I am
only touching your cock, Kennet Birch, and it is all you can do to keep from
spilling your seed at my feet.’
‘That is the most sensitive part,’ he breathed. ‘Of a
man, I mean.’
She moved closer and ran a splayed hand up over his
ribs. And he did spill his seed with a desperate gasp as though he could never
get enough oxygen again. And he was embarrassed and terrified and angry, and it
was as though the whole range of emotions exploded in his head in an instant.
Then she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, and for a split second the
world flashed before his eyes more vivid, more perfect, more complete than he
had ever seen it before. He knew things, he saw things, he felt things, things
beyond him. And he would have dropped again to his knees, but he couldn’t, not
held in her gaze as he was.
‘I have barely touched you and you are overwhelmed,
Kennet Birch. Do you really think you can survive my possession of you?’
He forced himself to hold her gaze, trembling suddenly
as though he were in the grip of some powerful illness. All of him ached, and
he knew the real world was bleeding through. There was very little time. ‘I
won’t survive if you don’t possess me. My coming to you has guaranteed that.’
He wrapped his arms around himself as the shakes became more violent. ‘You said
it yourself, I have nothing to lose.’
‘And why would I want a sick and broken male body?’
She asked. Her eyes blazed in the dance of firelight that always seemed so
close to her.
‘If you possess me, you can heal me,’ he said. ‘And
anyway, if you possess me and I die – well, it really doesn’t matter at this
point.’
For an eternal moment she studied him. She studied him
until he looked away. His head was fuzzy, his body ached even in the dream
world. He couldn’t hold on much longer.
She lifted his chin once again so that he met her
gaze, and the shakes stopped. The pain went away. He felt his head clear.
‘If I do what you ask of me, even though you live,
your life is forfeit. You know this?’
‘I know,’ he breathed. ‘It doesn’t matter.’
‘You say that now in your hour of need. But when that
passes, when you are whole and stronger and healthier than you have ever
dreamed possible, when your heart heals and you learn to love again, you will
not be so anxious to let go of what is rightfully mine when the time comes.’
He suddenly felt more pain than he knew existed in the
whole world, and none of it was physical. He inhaled breath that felt like
shards of stone. ‘I’ll never know love again. I’ll never know life again, so
there’s really nothing you can take from me that isn’t already long gone.’
Her gaze softened, and somehow he found that
infinitely comforting. Then she moved closer and kissed him, slowly, languidly,
as though they had all the time in the world, and his cock was hard again. She
stepped back from him. One shrug and the robe of fire fell away, and the glow
of her body flashed bright, then dimmed and steadied until he could see
details, erect nipples atop high breasts, rounded hips, a golden splash of
curls at the juncture of her thighs.
‘I am not like him,’ she said softly. ‘It gives me no
pleasure to make those who dwell in the flesh my puppets. You will be, how is
it you put it these days, you will be in the driver’s seat.’
She took him into her arms and kissed him hard, and
when he feared he would disgrace himself again with his cock pressed up tight
against the top of her belly, she pulled away. ‘However,’ she said. ‘If I grant
your request, then I will possess you. All of you. You will belong to me, your
life will be mine.’ Her gaze was painfully bright. ‘And if you earnestly wish
to be rid of Deacon, then you will do as I say for as long as it takes us to
accomplish our task, and it will take time. I know him. You do not. I’m his equal.
You are not. And one more very important thing, Kennet Birch.’ She stroked his
hair gently and whispered against his lips. ‘Never, never forget how badly I
can hurt you if you defy me.’ Then she guided his hand down over her pubic
curls. ‘If my terms are not acceptable to you, then you must return to your
body and face your fate.’
Boldly, brazenly, he slid a finger down low and
circled her clit, and her eyes fluttered. ‘If it weren’t acceptable to me, I
wouldn’t be here,’ he answered.
She took his hand and guided him back to a chair that
appeared from out of nowhere. It looked like a golden throne with no arms.
What? Was he to petition her? He didn’t understand. But it was no throne at
all. She pushed him down on it and stood before him caressing her breasts until
her nipples were stiff and swollen. Then she raised one perfect leg and set her
elegant Botticelli foot on his thigh, affording him a view of her wet and fiery
depths. ‘I do not enter through your breath, Kennet Birch,’ she said. ‘As sex is
your magic, so is it mine. You will go in through me, inside out. And your
hunger for me will pull me into you when your libido surges brightest.’
And he was so hungry for her. She filled his head and
his body with an aching want that even if he were not a practitioner of sex
magic, he would understand was not mundane. And in his case, the fear that he
would die if he didn’t have her here and now was a very real one. That he might
die even if he did, that her possession might be too much for him – well, that
was a risk he was more than willing to take.
‘Are you certain this is what you want, Kennet Birch?’
she asked him as she moved onto his lap, positioning herself, opening her sex
with her fingers.
‘I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.’ Even
as he said it, he realised how silly that sounded, since either way his life as
he’d known it was over.
‘Very well, then.’ She settled to the point of
contact, to the point at which he could just feel the head of his penis against
the resistance of her opening. He reached for her breasts, and with the hand
not busy between her legs, she cradled his head and drew him near so he could
nurse. The electrical shock through his body caused him to jump and jerk, and
at that very instant she settled onto him, sheathing him tightly, deeply, and
he knew he was dying. This was the point of no return. It was as though the
tight wet pull of her swallowed him whole. Then she cupped his chin and held
his face again so he couldn’t look away from her shining eyes. Her voice was
like warm honey, thick and sweet, and he felt the sound of it in his very
marrow, in his very soul. ‘You are mine, Kennet Birch. No longer are you your
own. I possess you, body, soul and life force. Even in name you are now mine,
Kennet Lucian. You are mine until I have no further use for you, until I have
used you up.’ She gripped him hard and he exploded inside her and the world
blew apart into tiny particles and disappeared like flecks of dust in the
darkness.
‘Bloody Hell! Dr Allen! Dr Allen! Get over here. Now!’
Kennet inhaled delicious, abundant air as though he’d
just remembered how to breathe. Then he fought his way up from under an unruly
sheet to sit up on the bed. A woman and a man in hospital scrubs stood on
either side of him, holding him, and there was chaos and someone was yelling.
It took him a second to register that it was him yelling over and over again,
‘Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I?’ And then the bright lights, the
gurney with a body shrouded in a sheet next to him all came into focus. ‘Jesus!
What the fuck am I doing in the morgue?’
The woman in scrubs standing next to him looked pale
and her hands were unsteady. ‘Mr Birch,’ she said, doing her best to stay calm.
‘You were pronounced dead almost 15 minutes ago.’
About K D Grace/Grace
Marshall
Voted
ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, 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.
KD has erotica published with Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, TheInitiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The PetShop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’sTop 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 Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.
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