Lakeland Heatwave Book 1: Body Temperature and Rising by K D Grace

[Lucy Felthouse]

Here at Reader’s Retreat we’re thrilled to welcome author K D Grace, who will be dropping by the forum throughout the month to chat with you about her latest release, HOT paranormal novel, Lakeland Heatwave: Body Temperature and Rising.

Here's a little more about the book:

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.

So, what are you waiting for? See where you can grab the book from here (http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/lakeland-heatwave-book-i/), then come back and join in the fun!

K D Grace will be choosing a commenter at random at the end of the month to win a PDF copy of one of her previous novels, The Initiation of Ms Holly or The Pet Shop. Good luck! :)

[kdgrace]

3023Wow! Techno-dunce rides again! Password forgotten, messed up log-in, and a fifteen minute 'time-out' for being internet inadequate, and I am, at last here! Hi everyone! I'm very excited that my first ever paranormal erotic romance, Body Temperature and Rising, is being discused on CTR! It's such a great place to be! For those of you who don't know, BTR is the first book of my Lakeland Heatwave Trilogy, all set in my favourite place on the planet, the English Lake District. I grew up in the Rocky Mountains of the US, so in a lot of ways, the Lake District was like coming home only with a pub at the end of a long day's walking. It's the home of the highest mountain in England, Scafell Pike, it's home of lovely clear lakes, rocky scarred fells, sudden storms and rising mist, so of course it's the perfect setting for a tale of ghosts and witches and magic and sex. All of which I hope we get to talk about during the course of the month. But I thought I'd get the ball rolling by giving you an excerpt from very early on in the novel in which our heroine, Marie Warren, is rescuedfrom a storm on the fells, and possibly something a lot more dangerous, by the mysterious Anderson. Enjoy!
3022Excerpt:
The image of a dark figure approaching her through the fog tightened her belly and her nipples, and yet at the same time sent shards of ice down her back. It was a dream, she told herself. Surely it had to be, as she gathered herself to run.

It was a gentle touch of her arm that woke her with a start, and she looked up into the dark eyes of Anderson. ‘Come with me, out of the rain.’ He offered her his hand and helped her to her feet. She was amazed to find that he was still in the black suit, no anorak, no water proofs, no proper walking boots.

‘I lost my compass,’ she said.

‘I’m very sorry to hear that,’ he replied.

Almost before she knew it they were descending. ‘Don’t worry,’ he spoke close to Marie’s ear. ‘I know the fells like I’ve lived here forever.’ Once we get to Grange, Tara will be waiting for us.’
He made no attempt to explain who Tara was, nor did he introduce himself. That was her first clue that he might have been aware of her voyeuristic escapade.

‘We’ll be down before you know it,’ he added, turning his face into the storm.

But they weren’t. The weather worsened to a downpour. Bent double in the wind, Marie was soaked to the skin and shivering by the time Anderson pulled her into a cave that she hadn’t even seen until they were safe inside.

‘We’ll wait it out here,’ he said. He offered her a smile and gestured around the cave. ‘There are lots of caves and quarries around the Lake district. Some are fenced off for the protection of curious tourists, and others, like this one, most people don’t know about.’

‘And your girl friend, won’t she be worried?’

The tolerant smile he offered made her aware of her mistake. ‘Tara knows what I would do in such weather.’ Then he added, ‘Though she’s very dear to me, Tara’s not my girlfriend.’

Before she could say anything he chuckled softly. ‘I know that you saw us together, and there’s no need to apologize. Neither of us was upset that you enjoyed our love making. In fact we rather hoped it would please you. Besides one must certainly expect such encounters when one chooses the middle of a well-traveled path for a rendezvous. Now remove your shirt for me, please.’

When she balked, he added. ‘You’re cold and wet. I only wish to make you more comfortable and prevent you catching your death.’ He had already shed his jacket and handed it to her. She was astonished to find it completely dry. ‘You may wear this.’

[kdgrace]

Good morning everyone, and a very wet morning it is here in the sacred landscape of Britain. If you checked out the photo of Castlerigg Stone Circle I included in yesterday's post, then I'm sure you can understand why I refer to the British Landscape as Sacred and how rituals and magic of which there is now no written record have been playing a part in the history of this place for as long as humans have been here.

I chose to use sex magic for my witches in the Elemental Coven in Body Temperature and Rising because, in my opinion, there’s not a more powerful physical act that humans can perform. Sex is a way of reaching altered states, it’s a way of making oneself vulnerable and open, it’s a way of getting inside another person, it’s a joining, and it’s also the only place where two become one, and then possibly three. I also chose to set my coven in one of the most powerful, most intriguing landscapes of Britain -- Cumbria and the Lake District. It seemed appropriate since the story revolves around the sacred circle and the calling of the powers of the cardinal directions, which is the beginning and the ending for pagan magic rites. I wanted those cardinal directions and the powers they represented to be dramatic in the extreme, and I wanted them to play a role in each of the novels of the trilogy. Ultimately the Lakeland Heatwave Trilogy is the story of the decimated Elemental Coven returning to power to do battle with a demon it has fought for two centuries.

Sex plays an intricate part in all of the magic performed in Body Temperature and Rising, and is both a part of the tragedy and the triumph that drives the story. Body Temperature and Rising is not a novel in which sex is inserted into the plot, rather it is a plot in which sex is crucial to the conflict and to the solution, as is the landscape in which the story is set. The book itself opens with American transplant to the Lake District, Marie Warren’s voyeuristic experience of sex magic in the mist on the high fells. No place has ever inspired me quite like the Lake District, and no place has ever lent itself so perfectly to tales of witches, ghosts, magic and sex. (excerpted from my post for Wickedly Sexy Writers) (http://wickedlysexywriters.wordpress.com/2012/04/12/guest-blogger-k-d-grace/)

Are there parts of the landscape where you live or where you have visited that you felt had more power, were somehow more magical, felt more sacred to you? For me, the Lake Disctrict is very much a power place. Would love to hear about YOUR power place.

[kdgrace]

I was just asked the question; what makes paranormal erotic romance work, what is particularly challenging about it from a writer's point of view, but to me the real question I want an answer to is what makes paranormal erotic romance WORK for readers? I'm sure we've all had the experience of reading something that just didn't DO it for us as paranormal erotic romance, so I'm curious, what makes it work for readers?

For me, it has to be the right balance of fear and arousal. If the werewolves or vamps or ghosts are too tame, then I find the story bland. What do you think?

[Grace Elliot]

Hello! I've been soooo looking forward to this month and KD's book - so sorry to be late to the party!
I love KD's comments about erotic paranormal romance working because of the balance of arousal and fear - I hadn't thought of it that way but she's so right. I'm just finishing my current read and then starting KD's book - I have great confidence in Lucy's recommendations but I can be quite a tough nut to crack. My first paranormal (dont think it was erotic though!) was Patricia Briggs (at least I think that's the correct author) and I just found it confusing and unsatisfying. Body Temperature and Rising sounds much more promising - a much better balance of arousal and fear!!!!

[kdgrace]

Thanks for the comment, Grace!

Yes, I've read lots of paranormal that I've found confusing, and I've always found it bland it there's not enough of the fear factor. I think in paranormal romance, the fear factor adds another layer to the tension that's necessary in any really good romance. I love the romances where our lovers have the entire deck stacked against them and have to sort it out, buck it up, and dig deep inside themselves and really work hard to get their HEA. I find that a lot more satisfying that stories of the blissful couples who work what little conflict there is out at the end of each chapter.

And lets face it if one of the couple is a vampire or a werewolf or a witch or a succubus, etc, then you've got a whole extra layer of conflict to get through before you get to the HEA. Plus that conflict is really scary and dangerous as well. Oooh! I get chills just thinking about it!

I hope you enjoy Body Temperature and Rising, Grace. And thanks again for commenting!

KDx

[kdgrace]

I've been talking about dangerous heroes and how closely linked lust and fear can be. To illustrate that link, I thought I'd introduce you to one of the main characters in BTR, Anderson. Anderson is a ghost who is also a powerful witch who can take physical form, and knows exactly how to use that physical form. Marie is the American transplant who has only discovered that there really are ghosts and witches in the world, and things much scarier as well.

Excerpt:
‘Tell me what I have to do with any of this,’ Marie repeated. ‘How is this mess my fault?’
For a long moment no one responded. Everyone looked a bit embarrassed including Anderson, but Tara didn’t budge. Still holding Marie’s gaze, Tara spoke. ‘Anderson, show her.’
Anderson shifted in his seat. The colour in his face darkened and the clench of the muscles along his exquisite jaw looked positively granite. When he spoke, his voice was tightly controlled. ‘Tara, my darling, perhaps this is not the ideal way to --’
‘Do it,’ Tara cut him off with a sudden raise of her hand and a swish of the wide silk of her sleeve that snapped almost like a sail in the wind, and the tension in the room rose another notch. Sky and Fiori shot each other a surreptitious glance that even Marie could tell was not one of comfort and ease.
Anderson’s spine stiffened. All emotion disappeared from his face, but his voice was suddenly icy. ‘Very well, as you wish, Madame. ’He bowed his head briefly in acquiescence, than lifted his dark eyes to Marie, and his gaze softened, as did his voice. ‘My dear Marie, I am truly sorry for what I am about to do.’ Then instantly he was gone, vanished into thin air.
The startled gasp that pushed its way past her lips was followed by another tight sting and tug low in her belly. ‘What happened,’ she asked when she regained her equilibrium, ‘Why did you send him away?’
Tara sat back in her chair and rested both hands relaxed against the arms. She looked suddenly regal. ‘I’ve not sent him anywhere, Marie. He hasn’t moved.’ She nodded to the sofa where Anderson had been sitting next to Marie, careful not to touch her lest he face her wrath again.
Before she could think about the implications, she reached out her hand to feel the space where he had been. There was a collective gasp among the witches, herself and Anderson as her fingers touched the marble cold of his solid bicep, then felt the soft brushed wool of his jacket. Anderson’s heavy intake of breath at her touch vibrated through her hand and up her own arm, then down in her belly where the fireworks were, and suddenly he was there again. His eyelids fluttered and his lips parted and everything in her wanted him with an ache that was almost unbearable. She cried out and pulled her hand back, not from fear, not from surprise, but from the embarrassment that came from realizing just how close she was to coming, and just how badly she wanted to. And as surely as he was sitting there again, she knew by his own deep-chested groan that he was riding the edge with her, that his need was as great as her own.
Tara nodded to Anderson, who then leaned forward toward Marie. ‘With your permission, my love.’
It felt like it was supposed to happen. It felt like nothing else could possibly happen. With lips parted, he took her mouth. There was little more than a feather’s flick of his tongue and a brush of his breath against her mouth. His hand cupped her cheek, then moved along her nape to the back of her neck cradling her close to his breath, his delicious warm, superfluous breath.
And she came, trembling and grasping and pulling him to her, whispering his name into his mouth, oblivious to the three witches watching. And as she returned his kiss with her own, she heard his grunt, felt him convulse and tremble against her, sharing in her lust and her release, and suddenly she wasn’t embarrassed at all. Suddenly she felt freer than she could remember ever feeling before. It was exhilarating, wild, totally mad, and she never wanted the feeling to end.

[Jen Maple]

I absolutely adore the Lake district, we were on holiday there last year and we had sunshine, rain and storms and it was a beautiful, romantic and sexy landscape to be in during all weathers, although I guess it was helped by the fact that we were on our Honeymoon!!!

Really enjoying the excerpts, keep them coming and I'll be sure to stop by again soon.

By the way I love when stories make you work for the HEA, its like anything, the longer you've had to wait adn the harder it is to get there the sweeter it is in the end!!

Thanks, Jen xx

[kdgrace]

Wow! Can't think of a better place than the Lake District for a honeymoon, Jen! And I agree. A part of what makes it so romantic is the amazingly changeable weather. That and one of the most beautiful landscapes I've ever seen.

Thanks for stopping by, and I'm very glad you've been enjoying the excerpts. More on the way, so check back by. I agree one hundred percent, the harder a couple has to work for their HEA the sweeter it is.

:biggrin:

[fionaglass]

Hi K D. I've only just joined the forum and couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the title of your thread because I'm a fellow Lake-District-lover. Er, that is I love the Lake District - please nobody get any funny ideas... LOL

I'm lucky enough to be in the process of moving here, just as soon as we sell our city house. I know just what you mean about the landscape being magical and often find inspiration in the wonderful scenery myself although I haven't yet set a book or story here. Perhaps that's because I love the area *too* much!

[Grace Elliot]

LOL - my memories of the Lake District are of rain!
Hubs took me their in 2004 - I packed sandals, shorts and little strappy tops. What he neglected to tell me was that it rains a lot in the Lakes. After a week of torrential rain I had to buy a complete set of waterproofs, gortex shoes and thick warm socks - they were bliss after 7 days of wet feet.
The rain was so bad I woke in the night (and I'm a heavy sleeper!) convinced the caravan was floating away. I got out of bed expecting to be ankle deep in water.
My hubs response was that he thought everyone knew it rained a lot in the Lake District!
G x

[kdgrace]

Thanks for the comment, Fiona!

I've been lucky enough to be friends with some people who have lived in the Lake District for over forty years and know the fells like the back of their hands. My experiences with them walking the high fells inspired The Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, in fact, whenever I wasn't certain about something, I contacted them to double check. We get up there several times a year, and we walk until we can barely stand up. It's total bliss. I envy you living up there.

[kdgrace]

Thanks for the comment, Grace! I can imagine how you must have felt. A walker friend of mine once said, 'no rain, no Lakes.' He usually said that when we were walking in a horizontal downpour in the rising mist -- ever the optimist. I've had some walks that were more like swims while I've been there -- last year we walked the Coast to Coast and three of those days across the Lake District were in torrential downpours with mist as thick as pea soup. But that's a part of the magic of the place. I've also walked on days when the sun was brilliant and the views were breathtaking and I never wanted to come down. Hmmm... I suppose you can tell I love the place:biggrin:

[kdgrace]

Today, I want to talk just a bit about ritual, which plays such an important role in all our lives. Here is an excerpt from a post I wrote about ritual.

Ritual, whether it’s the way my husband and I say good-bye to each other every morning or whether it’s the walk that I take to prepare myself to write, is still very much a part of my life. It’s most especially a part of my writing. It’s not just important to the routine of the writing process, but it also plays a crucial part in all my novels and stories, both contemporary erotica and paranormal.

The fact that ritual infuses my erotica should come as no surprise. Few acts are more steeped in ritual than sex. The rituals we practice before sex are strikingly similar to religious rituals. We often wear special clothing for the occasion, just as priests and acolytes do. We may share a romantic dinner together before hand, with special foods, just as the priest serves the Eucharist. Flowers and gifts may be offered. And all this we do in hopes of experiencing and celebrating le petit mort, our version of death and resurrection.

Back in our distant past, not only were religion and sex similar, but they were often the same thing. Fucking the world into existence was an act of high magic, sympathetic magic, an act in which one hoped that by having sex in a field or a cave or possibly a stone circle, the birds and the bees would see what was happening, and take a hint. Procreation would take place in the animal kingdom, pollination would happen, plants would grow, animals would give birth and the next generation would be guaranteed. When life was a lot more tenuous than it is now, it’s no wonder that the early religions were fertility cults. Our ancestors got it -- that there was something in the act, something in the lust driving the mating rituals of all living creatures that brought about new life. New life was in itself magic.

Do you have special rituals that you practice? Sunday breakfast? Bubblebath with music? Scented candles? I'd love to hear about your rituals.smilies/bathtub.gif

[fionaglass]

Hmmm... I suppose you can tell I love the place:biggrin:

It's the sort of place that gets its claws into you and refuses to let go. I've loved every rock, stream and blade of grass since I was about eight years old and still can't quite believe that I'm lucky enough to be living here. Mind you, much as I love walking in the area, I can't cope with the high fells because I have no head for heights. Clinging to a rock half way up Great Gable is not my idea of fun. :D

[kdgrace]

I have to say I got addicted to walking the High Fells when I first walked with friends there. My introduction to Lakeland walking was the Old Man of Coniston! Thought I was gonna die before I finished it! After I was totally hooked. Mind you, I'm NOT a climber, but I'll happily do a good grade1 scramble. And really, even if you don't like to get up high, you'd still NEVER run out of incredible walks in the Lake District! Every walk is different every single time you do it. It's like magic!

[fionaglass]

Every walk is different every single time you do it. It's like magic!

That's so true and I still carry a camera around with me when I'm walking. I might have done some of the walks dozens of times but the light or the seasonal colours or whatever can still be totally different - even from one minute to the next!

[kdgrace]

Yep! It's like every walk is always new every time!

Do you have a favourite walk?

[fionaglass]

Hmmm, it would be a toss-up between the Ambleside to Scandale Pass route, and the walk along the Walna Scar road from Coniston. I'm a sucker for history and some of these tracks are so old they qualify, quite literally, as prehistoric. That fascinates me - the fact that I'm walking in the footsteps of so many thousands of people from so many thousands of years...

[kdgrace]

Wow! They both sound wonderful, Fiona! I agree about the history. That's one of my favourite things about the Lake District. I love old mines and the mining history of the Lakes fascinates me. I've got several scenes in BTR and in Riding the Ether, book two of the trilogy, that are set in slate mining areas. The fact that the history goes back to pre-history in the Lake District is the BEST, I think. There's such a fabulous unbroken link of humanity and the stories they share. And... it's a fabulous setting for ghosts and witches and magic!

Argh! talking about it is making me anxious to pack up my walking shows a make a pilgrimage north again!

[fionaglass]

Oh, if you like mining you should get your friends to take you to Coppermines Valley at Coniston. It's absolutely fabulous with an incredibly dark moody atmosphere (even on the occasional sunny day LOL) and piles of old mining stuff lying around.

Or Tilberthwaite Ghyll, where there are vast slate quarries cut into the hillside, some of which you can wander into.

Um. Sorry. Getting carried away here. Can you tell I love the area as well? Heh...

[kdgrace]

Okay, that's it, Fiona! The next time I head up your way, you're gonna have to give me a list of places to visit. I've been all over, but concentrated my trilogy around the Borrowdale Valley, the Newlands Valley and Keswick, just because that's the area I'm most familiar with and we usually stay with our friends in Keswick, but I have had so much fun with the Heatwave Trilogy and all of the wonderful possibilities Lakeland has given me that I'm sure there are lots of other stories to be written, not to mention LOTS more amazing walks! :clap:

[fionaglass]

Yikes, I'd better shut up. I'm hoping to set a novel in the Lakes myself at some point and if I blab too much I'll give away all the best locations. :D

Seriously, I hope you do continue to find lots of inspiration for your writing up there - and I'm sorry if I completely hijacked your thread. ;)

[Lucy Felthouse]

I've only been to the Lake District once and did a thirteen mile walk up three fells which resulted in me being incredibly tired and with the worst sunburn ever! Ouch!

I'm going up for the weekend at the end of June - probably won't be climbing any fells, unfortunately, but I'll be exploring Windermere for sure :)

I love hearing about the inspiration behind people's stories... so, here's a question for K D:

Have any real life people/hot celebrities inspired the characters in the book?

[kdgrace]

Fiona, I think there's PLENTY in the Lake District to inspire both of us and then some! And there's nothing I enjoy more than talking about the Lakes and writing!

[kdgrace]

I'm very empathetic for your sunburn, Lucy! I still have the fading marks on my legs from last year's run-in with the Lakeland sun. There are LOTS of great places to walk that aren't the high Fells.

As for real life inspirations, no. The characters were all in my head. I've been asked who I'd like to play the characters of Body Temperature and Rising. I had to give it some serious thought. I think Tim would definitely be Sam Worthington, Lusty Drool Smilieand I still struggle with Anderson. I can kind of see him played by Hugh Jackman, but still, not quite right. As for the women -- even harder. But I've enjoyed some pretty good walks thinking about what stars I'd choose for the big movie deal.

[kdgrace]

I hope everyone has fun plans for the weekend. Thought I'd start your weekend with a little paranormal heatwave, Lakelane style ...:biggrin:

‘What?’ She pulled away enough to look up into his eyes, ‘Tim I don’t blame you for any of this. I still don’t know what to think about it all. I don’t know…’ Her voice drifted off. ‘Do you think we should go to the police?’
‘And tell them what?’ he said stepping back. ‘We’re the only ones who know. We’re the only ones who can tell they’re dead. To anyone else Fiori and Sky look as real and alive as you and I do, as real as that Anderson bloke you let ploughed you. He must have been impressed, the way he fought me.’
This time the clench in her stomach was anger. ‘You son of a bitch!’ She shoved him with the flat of her hand and he yielded, perhaps too shocked to do anything else. She shoved him again. ‘What the hell business is it of yours who I let plough me anyway, and for your information, yeah, he liked it just fine. Like you care.’ She shoved him again, and the mare looked up from munching her breakfast. ‘Lest we forget that you ploughed Fiori. Oh that’s right, I forgot that was different. She wasn’t dead when you fucked her, so that makes it alright.’
She saw his face darken, and in her own mind’s eye, she saw the woman’s tragic death and for a split second she wished she hadn’t said anything, but damn it, he was such a bastard. ‘First you treat me like I don’t exist, then you go all big brother on me like I’m too delicate and soft-brained to take care of myself. Well I have news for you, Tim Meriwether, I was taking care of myself for a long time before you decided I needed looking after.’ She shoved again, and this time he grabbed her with such force that she felt the bones in her neck pop.
With her forward momentum, he stumbled over an uneven paving stone, lost his footing and went over backward into a manger full of fresh hay, pulling her on top of him.
Before she could shove and claw her way to her feet, He grabbed her around the waist and rolled, pinning her beneath the weight of his body. He gave her no time to think about it, but pulled her into a bruising kiss, forcing her lips apart, probing her hard pallet with his dexterous tongue, biting her lower lip before he came up fighting for the breath to speak. ‘I think about you a lot, Marie,’ His chest rose and fell in hungry gasps. ‘But I promise you, none of those thoughts were even remotely brotherly.’
She bucked underneath him and clawed at his shirt. ‘Then do something about it, damn it, and stop toying with me.’ Several buttons popped and flew across the stable floor. He forced her legs apart with his knee, moving it up to rub against the crotch of her jeans. She shoved his shirt open and arched up to him as he pushed her t-shirt up and manoeuvred and tugged, forcing her breasts free from her bra into his spayed hands and hungry lips.
She fumbles with the fly of his jeans, sliding an anxious hand into his boxers. He huffed a breathless grunt, and the muscles low in his stomach tense as she closed her fingers around his engorged penis and began to stroke.
He had just began the anxious efforts with her own fly when suddenly the stable door slammed shut, and the light bulb overhead exploded in a shower of fine glass plunging the two into total darkness.
Marie yelped, and Tim cursed. As they fought their way to their feet, the mare screamed, and they could hear her struggling.
Tim vaulted over the manger’s edge seconds before Marie, calling back to her. ‘Get the door. Get it open.’
Struggling to secure her jeans with one hand, Marie felt her way along the perimeter of the stable toward the door. The relief was short-lived when her fingers closed around the handle, and it wouldn’t budge.
‘It’s locked,’ she shouted above the desperate cries of the mare.
‘What do you mean, it’s locked,’ Tim shouted back. ‘It doesn’t have a lock. It’ can’t be locked.’
‘I’m telling you it won’t open,’ she yelled back, feeling an icy chill blasting her from behind. With one final tug, the door gave and she tumbled backward on her ass. The sharp knife edge of light that shot through the darkness was blinding, like a flashbulb going off, leaving a deep bruised after image dancing in front of her face, an after image of Deacon.
She cried out and crab walked backward, as he stepped toward her, unfurling his bullwhip, in what seemed like endless slow motion.
Then from somewhere beyond the blinding light, Tim grabbed her beneath the arm pits and hauled her to her feet, pulling her protectively to him, manhandling her until his back took the brunt of the whip’s lash, as it cracked like thunder even above the horse’s terrified screams.

[PeaceLovePurity]

Omgoodness!! Paranormal activity & spells, witches & sex all in one! Huh I can't wait to read the rest! I have to hand it to ya KD Grace I absolutely love ur writing skills! You a way of catching my interest & keeping it there to see what's goin to happen next! & FYI that's really hard to do! If I get bored with something im on to the next thing. Pure talent & I Love it! You go girl!
Sincerely,
PeaceLovePurity :clap:

[kdgrace]

Peacelovepurity, you just made my day! NO! You just made my WEEK! Thank you for the lovely comment. I'm glad that you enjoy my writing. I'm always pleased when someone likes my babies, and it's such an encouragement for me to write more, more, MORE! Thank you SO much! Have a fantastic weekend!

[Lucy Felthouse]

Omgoodness!! Paranormal activity & spells, witches & sex all in one! Huh I can't wait to read the rest! I have to hand it to ya KD Grace I absolutely love ur writing skills! You a way of catching my interest & keeping it there to see what's goin to happen next! & FYI that's really hard to do! If I get bored with something im on to the next thing. Pure talent & I Love it! You go girl!
Sincerely,
PeaceLovePurity :clap:

Congratulations - you were chosen as the lucky winner of a PDF copy of either The Initiation of Ms Holly or The Pet Shop! (I'm K D Grace's publicist, which is why I'm posting this on her behalf). Please drop an email to lucy at lucyfelthouse dot co dot uk and let me know which book you'd like and I'll get it to you ASAP.

Thanks!