Erotic Author Spotlight Series: KD Grace


Once again the spotlight seeks out another wonderful erotica author in my Spotlight Series here at CaraSutra. This week we take a peek into the salacious mind of KD Grace, a highly acclaimed sexy story writer who is also a truly lovely lady. 

I hope you enjoy reading more about KD Grace, follow her through the links provided and be teased by the free excerpt of her amazing work.

– Cara Sutra

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KD Grace Biography

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 in her gigantic allotment in an effort to grew enough sweet corn to feed South England. 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 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, 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, books one and two of her Executive Decisions Trilogy are now available with book three, The Exhibition to be released this autumn.


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Lakeland Heatwave: Body Temperature and Rising: MENAGE Excerpt

Fiori would not allow the return to Lacewing Cottage before stuffing everyone with roast chicken and all the trimmings topped off with raspberry white chocolate pavlova. They would all need their strength, she said, and none of the Elementals ever argued with Fiori where food was concerned. But by the time the last of the pavlova was eaten and the coffee was served up, Marie had the sneaking suspicion something else other than the fabulous meal was going on. She sat between Tim and Anderson, and even if she hadn’t been able to see that they both had fly-bursting hard-ons, the way they both squirmed and shifted and the smell of Tim’s heat would have been a dead giveaway. She was sure they both could smell her lust, even above the delicious scent of the meal, and she was more than a little bit worried that the cushion on her chair would be wet before the table was cleared. It was early evening when the three finally left for Lacewing Farm, amid a flurry of embraces and well-wishes from the three remaining witches.

Anderson took Marie by the hand and pulled her into the back seat of Tim’s Land Rover. Before Tim had the engine started, the ghost had her blouse open and a heavy-nippled breast excavated and pressed to his lips. Up front Tim adjusted the mirror so that Marie could see his eyes. Then before he started the engine, she heard the zip of his fly, and he wriggled and shifted in the seat. She saw his eyelids flutter, heard the hitch in his breath, then he revved the motor and they were off.

It wasn’t a long drive, but Marie was sure the windows would have been steamed had they not been wide open. Anderson had greedily freed both her breast and suckled them alternately while one hand found its way up under her short denim skirt and into her panties. All the while his erection, straining at his black trousers, rubbed and gouged against her thigh. Though she couldn’t see what Tim was doing, he was definitely driving with one hand on the wheel, and the way he was struggling to breathe left little doubt where his other hand was. That only made Anderson’s stroking and tweaking feel even hotter.

They barely got out of the Land Rover before Tim, making no effort to zip himself in — though Marie doubted he could if he wanted to — dragged her bodily from Anderson’s gropings. Then he took her mouth for himself and yanked aside the crotch of her panties to finger his way in between her creamy folds.

Anderson shoved in next to him, as close as he could get, and went to work kneading her breasts and kissing and nibbling any bare skin he could find. There was getting to be more and more of it by the second, as they all three stumbled and pushed their way toward the door of Tim’s cottage.

‘They did something to us, didn’t they?’ Tim gasped when he came up for air. ‘Some sort of spell.’ Then he went back to eating her mouth as though he hadn’t just had Fiori’s four course meal.

‘Magic was not necessary,’ Anderson breathed, nipping at a tender spot on Marie’s nape. ‘We three are not in need of their assistance where the pleasures of the flesh are concerned.’

They shoved and groped and pushed their way into the lounge. There was a fire built in the fireplace and an open bottle of wine breathing on the coffee table accompanied by three glasses. Marie figured Tiggs and Finney had taken care of that on Fiori’s orders.

As both men tugged her down into the pile of cushions on the stripped wood floor, she took the initiative. She guided Anderson’s right hand from her breasts down to rest on Tim’s erection, which was shoving at her thigh.  And it was as though everything was suddenly freeze framed. The only sound, the only hint of motion was their own desperate breathing and the crackle and dance of the fire.

Tim shoved his way free of the tangle of arms and legs and crab-walked back against the sofa, his chest heaving like it would explode, his eyes locked on Anderson.

Marie held her breath, not knowing whether she should apologize of laugh and blow the whole thing off. She didn’t have to do either.

Anderson gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and moved to sit next to Tim. ‘Intuition has long been one of my gifts, Tim Meriwether. Am I wrong in believing that you wish more from me than just to watch me share the pleasures of Marie’s body with you?

‘No. No you’re not wrong.’ Tim ran shaky fingers through his hair. Then he took a deep breath, and glanced from one of them to the other, his gaze coming once again to rest on Anderson. He squared his shoulders and offered a twitch of a smile. ‘No. You’re not wrong.’

Anderson didn’t give him time to contemplate. His large hand slid to the nape of Tim’s neck, and he pulled him into a series of kisses, at first gentle and fleeting, little more than brushes of the lips, flicks of the tongue, like dragon flies skimming the surface of a pond. Tim’s nervousness was palpable in the charged atmosphere of the room. But so was his arousal.

‘I’ve never been with a man before,’ Tim whispered. ‘God that sounds so cliché.’

Anderson cupped his stubbled cheek. ‘But you have imagined how it would be, have you not? All men have. It is a part of our nature to love our own flesh and the shape of it. Therefore we cannot but love it in others of our sex, though it may not be a love we consciously allow ourselves to feel.’ He nodded at Tim’s still bare penis. ‘If this is the gift you have been regularly offering up to our Marie, then I most certainly understand why sharing your bed pleases her so.’ He spoke no more, but took Tim’s erection deep into his mouth in long hungry slurps. And Tim’s startled gasp was quickly transmuted to little grunts of pleasure. With one hand, Anderson cupped and caressed Tim’s full balls, and with the other he stroked his own cock through the fabric of his trousers, Marie was amazed his fly could maintain integrity under such pressure.

Tim curled his fingers in the ghosts dark hair and ground his hips into the cushions as each tight thrust of Anderson’s mouth expertly brought him closer and closer to the edge. And when Marie was no longer sure if Tim was even coherent, he surprised all three of them by bringing his hand to rest against Anderson’s penis, and the ghost sighed his pleasure at the touch. ‘Shall I show you my manhood, Tim Meriwether? Shall I let you touch my flesh?’ He didn’t wait for an answer but released his erection for Tim’s inspection.

Cautiously, A little awkwardly at first, Tim caressed and fondled Anderson’s heavy cock. ‘Is this for me or for her?’ He nodded over his shoulder to Marie, who now watched in voyeuristic bliss.

Anderson gave Tim’s penis a solicitous stroke. ‘By now, Tim Meriwether, surly you are aware how effortlessly and completely either of you can harden me.’ He took Tim’s mouth again, this time with no doubt as to where their foreplay was leading.

Marie had fantasized about watching her two beautiful blokes have sex, but she never imagined it would actually happen. With a shudder, she pushed back the sudden thought of why they were actually in this position. Before she could dwell on it, Anderson pulled away from Tim’s tongue kiss, still caressing his cock. ‘My dear Tim, can you not imagine the affect our lovemaking must be having on our Marie’s burgeoning womanhood? I think we can both attest to the deliciousness of her swollen arousal even before we fondled each other’s members. Can you not smell her delectable scent like perfume on the air?’

‘Mmm, like perfume,’ Tim agreed breathlessly.

‘Would you not then like to taste the seat of her pleasure while I familiarize myself with your anxious sex?’

Tim scrambled to pull Marie into the rough and tumble, shoving up her skirt and pushing aside the crotch of her panties to bury his face in her pussy. Meanwhile, Anderson tugged and the farmer’s jeans until they were down over his hips and Tim practically went through the roof at the first feel of Anderson’s tongue against his anus. He murmured something warm and incoherent that vibrated intriguingly against Marie’s clit.

‘Does it please you, my tongue on your nether hole?’ Anderson whispered against Tim’s arse.

‘God yes!’ Both Tim and Marie spoke in unison.

Anderson chuckled. ‘My dear Marie, somehow I knew my attention to Tim Meriwether’s lovely back side would please you. Only move to one side ever so slightly, Tim and do not be so greedy, for I long to look upon our Marie’s dewy, sweet sex.’

Tim shifted slightly to one side, and Anderson sighed his appreciation, then with his eyes locked on Marie’s wet pussy, he licked his middle finger and applied it with a single wet thrust to Tim’s anus.

‘Oh god,’ Tim breathed and shuddered so hard, Marie feared he would come.

‘Shall I continue,’ Anderson said, kneading Tim’s arse cheeks.

‘Please,’ Tim gasped, raising his butt closer to Anderson’s efforts.

‘Then perhaps you would do us the honour of pushing aside Marie’s blouse and fondling her exquisite bosom. The swell of her nipples through fabric teases me so terribly. Good. Very good indeed, and now tell me, Tim Meriwether, is she not very close to her first release?’

‘I think you might be right,’ Tim grunted.

‘And shall you do the honours?’

‘It would be my pleasure,’ Tim said, giving her breasts a good kneading before he lowered his face once again to her pussy. He slid his tongue up from her perineum the length of her gash as deep as he could reach, then at the apex of her vulva, he pulled her distended clit into his mouth and suckled hard, and she nearly bucked him off with her orgasm.

Anderson chose that moment to drizzle Tim’s anus with warm saliva and insert another finger. And Tim froze.

‘Shall I stop, Tim Meriwether,’ Anderson’s voice was tight with his own arousal, ‘or do you wish me to continue.’

‘Will it hurt?’ Tim asked.

‘Perhaps a little, but if there is pain, I promise it will be quickly forgotten in the pleasure that follows.’

‘You don’t mind?’

Anderson smiled down at Tim’s backside. ‘My dear Tim Meriwether, I have had such delicious fantasies of penetrating your lovely nether hole as you can scarcely imagine.’

Tim laughed nervously. ‘Oh I think I can imagine just fine.’

‘Then I shall take that as a yes.’


“I am a huge fan of K.D. Grace’s explicit, well-crafted writing (I’ve selected and published her work in multi-author “Best” collections), and this novel did not disappoint me. It’s the first of a hardcore paranormal trilogy, and many readers think it is her best work to date.”
– Violet Blue

Book II Lakeland Heatwave Trilogy: Riding the Ether

Book III Lakeland Heatwave Trilogy Elemental Fire

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