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 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, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches 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 Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.

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A Valentine for Christmas

(A Novella from the Love Under the Mistletoe Collection)

All work and no play, bah humbugging CEO, Gerard Jasper’s, anonymous Christmas gift is actually a Valentine — Moira ‘R.M.’ Valentine, the mysterious CEO of the Valentine Corporation.

Moira’s walk on the wild side has accidentally landed her naked and bound with red ribbon under Gerard’s tree – not good when their companies are negotiating the deal of a lifetime. When two lonely people with enough baggage to fill a 747 come together for Christmas, the fireworks rivals New Years at Times Square, but can they overcome their pasts to give each other the true gift — a merger of hearts?

A Valentine for Christmas Excerpt © K D Grace

‘What the …’ Words died in Gerard’s mouth as he lowered his arm and dropped the poker against the chair. He blinked twice then rubbed his eyes. Surely he still had to be dreaming. Though this dream beat the hell out of the usual drowning dream. There was another moan and, as his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized it came from the woman lying on her side under the tree. She was completely naked except for the red velvet ribbons that seductively bound her wrists and her ankles. The only other thing she wore was a sprig of mistletoe pinned in the muss of thick dark hair that fell over her shoulders partially obscuring breasts that were obviously full enough to balance the rest of a figure that curved dangerously in all the right places. Even in that confused post-wake-up state, Gerard’s cock got the picture just fine, thank you! But what the hell was a naked woman doing tied up beneath his Christmas tree?

Before he could ask, the woman moaned again – louder this time – and doubled over as though she were in pain.

‘What is it? What’s wrong?’ He asked, dropping to his knees, forgetting the fact that this chick had invaded his privacy.

‘Oh, God!’ She gasped. ‘It’s my leg. I have a cramp. In my left hip and it’s making my butt numb.’ She bit back a curse that he was pretty sure would have curled his hair if she’d let it fly. But he figured perhaps she was on her best behavior – red ribbons, mistletoe and all.

It was then that both he and his cock remembered, at exactly the same time, that she was tied up. He was in complete control. He settled on his haunches and folded his arms across his chest. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’ He asked.

She moaned again and tried to shift to a more comfortable position, which made her breasts bounce and her hair slide away to reveal nipples darkened and stiff atop goose-fleshed areolae. ‘I’m your Christmas present.’
He blinked. ‘My what?’

‘Christmas present? You know, happy holidays, noel, peace on earth … ouch! Oh hell that hurts.’ She hissed between barely parted lips and writhed in a way that should have made him sympathetic, but only made him hornier. ‘Could you please untie me so I can take care of this cramp.’


A Woodland Walk

Happy Blissemas everyone! I so look forward to celebrating this time of year with Kev and Victoria and all of the rest of the Blissemas family. It truly is a pleasure to be a part of such a festive tradition.

Most of you know that I tore a meniscus in one knee last Christmas and ended up having surgery on both knees in February. Well, my knees are healing nicely since last holiday season, and I’m once again doing long walks. This time of year woodland walks are among my favourite. Even though we seldom get snow in Guildford for Christmas, I do recall a couple of lovely walks through the winter woodlands, and each time I walk in the woods with the snow muting my footsteps and blanketing everything in deep, downy silence, I can’t help thinking of this lovely poem by Robert Frost.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I suppose it’s one of my favourites because I have such fond memories of Christmases blanketed in deep snow, of walks in the woods to choose a Christmas tree, of being filled with little girl excitement as I helped my parents pick just the perfect tree for our living room, as I anticipated the season.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but there are always promise to keep and always miles to go before we sleep, but it’s the stopping that changes everything. It’s the taking that bit of time to watch the woods fill up with snow, or just to watch the shapes of the bare branches against an iron-grey sky and enjoy the silence.

This time of year when everything pulls in tightly on itself like a sleeping child, when everything stops just for a second, on the darkest nights of the year, we feel the sleeping earth about to begin the long journey back from the dream world and, for that moment, everything waits in hushed expectation. It’s never much more than a moment because mostly we don’t slow down enough to feel it for much more than that, but it matters. It changes things. It changes us. I feel it more in the woodlands where the trees are bare but not dead, where the animals sleep and hide away, where just beneath the leaf litter or the snow, if it’s there, life is just waiting to burst forth all new again.

A walk in the Chantry Woods is a gift my husband and I try to give ourselves at least once during those dark days if winter, just before that earth shifts and days begin to grow ever so slightly longer once more. There’s something about the feel of our feet on the earth while our eyes look up through the bare branches, it just feels grounding somehow and it feels festive, it feels like a completion of a journey, the fulfillment of the year’s tasks in anticipation of the new year and its new beginnings. The woods are always lovely, dark and deep, and no matter how many promises I have to keep or how many miles I have to go before I sleep, I’m always better for the stopping by.

However you celebrate the season, however you welcome the new beginning, I wish you love, joy, and happiness, and I wish you the peace of a lovely woods in winter.

Happy Blissemas!

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