Synopsis
The adventure that Rita Holly began in The Mount
in London and Nick Chase took up in Vegas continues when a sizzling encounter
on a flight to Rome has journalist, Liza Calendar, and perfumer, Paulo ‘The
Nose’ Delacour, in sexy olfactory heaven. The heir apparent of Martelli
Fragrance, Paulo wants Liza’s magnificently sensitive nose to help develop
Martelli’s controversial new line. Paulo has a secret weapon; Martelli
Fragrance is the front for the original Mount, an ancient sex cult of which he
is a part, and Paulo plans to use the scent of sex to enhance Martelli’s
Innuendo line. As Liza and Paulo sniff out the scent of seduction, they become
their own best lab rats. But when someone steals the perfume formulas and lays
the blame at Liza’s feet, she and Paulo must sniff out the culprit and prove
Liza’s innocence before more is exposed than just secret formulas.
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Excerpt
‘People are looking. We
should stop.’ Liza barely got the words out before he leaned in just a tiny bit
further and, in his enthusiasm, his lips brushed hers. Everything spiked in a
sharp stab of scent that settled right between her legs, as they both gasped
and sat back, eyes wide, fingers pressed to lips. A flight to Paris was called
over the intercom immediately after one to Frankfurt and, in the jostling and
shifting and gathering of belongings, no one was paying any attention to them.
Though she wasn’t sure it would have made any difference even if they’d
suddenly been center stage. Their gaze locked on each other, cheeks flushed,
chests heaving, they sat locked in a moment so tight, so full that its breaking
apart was inevitable. It was ridiculous. She was seconds away from coming, and
his cock was about to burst his trousers and his lips, my god his lips, she
could think of so many places on her body she wanted those lips.
‘I have to know,’ he
gasped. ‘Surely you want to know too.’ Then he did the unthinkable. He curled
his fingers into the back of her hair and pulled her to him. This time their
lips met with a clash of teeth and a gasping swallow of oxygen that
transitioned into parted lips and darting tongues and an absolute explosion of
scent. If he had smelled amazing by himself, if his scent had sharpened hers to
the cutting edge of orgasm, then the mixing and blending that happened when
they touched, when those two scents came together was shattering. ‘I’ve never
smelled anything like it,’ she breathed into his mouth.
‘Me neither,’ He bit her
lower lip and tugged and their blended smell became darker, more spicy, tones
of earth and sea, pepper and honey and my god the guy could kiss!
She came first with a
guttural grunt that began deep in her center and washed over her like a
riptide. She tried desperately to hide it, but he knew it. He felt it, she even
thought he smelled it, and he tightened his fist in her hair, breathing her
into his open mouth. Both his hands then slid to her shoulders in a grip that
was almost painful as he pulled back, his gaze locked on hers, and his whole
body convulsed, and again, and again, his deep mocha gaze holding her tight as
pupils dilated and eyelids shuddered.
For a moment they sat
stunned, staring at each other, struggling to catch their breath. He looked
shell-shocked, and she must have looked at least as bad. ‘I’m sorry,’ they both
said at the same time as they mirrored each other in a nervous laugh.
Then the intercom called
the flight to Rome. ‘That’s my flight,’ she gasped, suddenly awash in a wave of
embarrassment. She grabbed her bag and her laptop and fled, feeling certain
everyone was watching, feeling certain everyone knew exactly what they had
done. She left quickly, babbling on about duty free and gifts, sounding like a
total idiot. It didn’t matter though, at the end of the day, she’d never see
the man again. And she’d never smell him again. That saddened her.
Meet K.D. Grace
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, 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 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 are all available.
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