The Tutor
By K.D. Grace
Release Date: October 11, 2016
Genre: Erotic Romance
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Find out why when touch is impossible, intimacy can become a powerful work of
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Synopsis
Struggling writer, Kelly Blake
has a secret life as a sex tutor. Celebrated sculptor and recluse, Alexander
‘Lex’ Valentine, can’t stand to be touched. When he seeks out Kelly’s advice
incognito, the results are too hot to handle. When Kelly terminates their
sessions due to what she considers her unprofessional behavior, Lex takes a
huge risk, revealing his identity to her at a gala exhibition, his first ever
public appearance. When Kelly helps the severely haphephobic Lex escape the
grope of reporters and paparazzi, rumors fly that the two are engaged, rumors
encouraged by well-meaning friends and colleagues.
The press feeding frenzy forces
Kelly into hiding at Lex’s mansion where he convinces her to be his private
tutor just until the press loses interest, and she can go back home. They
discover quickly that touch is not essential for sizzling, pulse-pounding
intimacy. But intimacy must survive the secrets uncovered as their sessions
become more and more personal.
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Excerpt
“Was this your idea or Dillon’s?
Kelly asked, hoping to relax him.
“It was mine, after Andy told
Dillon and he told me. I thought it was something that I …” The muscles along
Lex’s jaw looked as though they were made out of iron, and a fine blush crawled
up his neck tinting his ears bright pink. “I’ve never touched a woman … in that
way.” He forced a laugh. “Obviously. I’ve …” the blush deepened and he avoided
her gaze. “I’ve put lube on some of the sculptures – you know — down there, but
I … well it isn’t the same.”
“The pears won’t be either,” she
said, her heart suddenly aching at the physical isolation this man endured on a
daily basis, and it wasn’t just her heart that ached, she felt his lack deep in
her core. It had been easier with Andy. She had been almost flippant with him.
She was sorry for that now. She spread one of the towels on the Queen Anne
chair across from him and settled herself onto it so they were facing each
other. “The texture will be different and with the pear there’ll be less give.”
She dipped her fingers in the bowl and rubbed the heavy juice between her index
finger and her thumb. “If you touch a woman, she’ll be much warmer.” She gave
him a conspiratorial smile. “You’ll be amazed at how warm and how soft she’ll
be down there when she’s ready to be touched. With Andy, this,” she nodded down
to the pears, “was improvisation, this was the best I could do under the
circumstances, but a woman, well a woman feels like nothing you’ve ever touched
before.”
He was no longer avoiding her
gaze. His eyes were locked on her, and he was struggling to keep them on her
face, she knew that; she understood the urge for him to drop his eyes to the
place of which she spoke, the place with which she was so intimate, the place
that couldn’t help but respond to the topic, to the situation, to the strange
intimacy they had shared almost since the moment they’d met. “You can look, if
you want,” she opened her legs so that he could see the place in between
clothed in black denim, completely disguised and yet so very obvious. “And I’ll
look at you too,” she nodded down to his own jeans straining to contain him
already. “It’s what men and woman are naturally inclined to do when there’s a
sexual attraction.”
With her heart hammering in her
throat, she took one of the pear halves into the cupped palm of her left hand,
then she brought it down between her spread thighs, feeling the juice of it run
over her fingers and drip onto the towel as she spread her legs a little
farther and held her pam to mimic the position of her vulva. “Touch it like a
woman would touch it, and you’ll always get it right.” She drug her index and
middle finger up from the bottom of the pear to the center and felt her own
body respond in empathy. “The pear has no folds, no secret valleys, no swollen
flesh to be teased open, so you’ll have to use your imagination with that.”
Lex gave a little moan soft and
deep in his chest as he shifted to make himself more comfortable. “I know the
anatomy,” he said. “I’ve watched porn and I’ve studied drawings. I know how it
looks like it might feel. I know the response it elicits.” His tongue flicked
nervously over his upper lip. “Of course that’s just acting, isn’t it?”
“Porn is about fantasy, about
voyeurism, and it doesn’t matter if it’s real if it gets you off. But when it
is real,” she spread her index and middle finger up the sides of the pear’s
central opening, “if you’re good, if your sensitive, you’ll feel the spasms of
your lover’s orgasm, even see them if you’re using your tongue; and you can feel
them gripping at your cock when your inside her. If you’re paying attention.
“The clitoris,” she laughed
softly, “Well with Andy I used a Ticktack, but he’s a chemistry major. He likes
charts and graphs and periodic tables. You’re an artist, you live in your
imagination, so you don’t need a Ticktack. Some women like the thumb stroking
and circling while the other fingers work inside. Some women like to use their
fingers.” She demonstrated on the pear, and Lex groaned. “It’s always best to
ask and be sure.”
Reviews
“I was amazed at how well the
author fanned the flames without the characters even touching. From
well-detailed interactions to the steamy interludes, this is a story that is
blazing hot.” 5 out of 5, The Romance Reviews
“Between helping each other, find
themselves, exposing secrets and of course, some seriously steamy steamy
situations, I fell hard for these characters. It’s really hard not to. Each one
has their own secrets and darkness, but they learn from each other and feed off
that. As much as this book is steamy and sexual, it’s just as emotionally
driven. Yes, I shed a few tears, but they were happy ones.” 4 out of 5, The Jeep Diva
“This was a very different take
on an erotic romance. I really enjoyed this story. The banter between Kelly and
Lex was fun and interesting. Even without touching this book sizzles. The
pacing was pretty fast. I don’t think I put the book down until I finished the
story. Yes I loved the HEA ending. I also enjoyed the detailed character
development and how the past events were slowly revealed.” 5 out of 5, Alpha Book Club
Meet
the Author
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.
K D 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.
Find K D Here
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