The Initiation of Ms Holly by K D Grace

Blurb

Journalist, Rita Holly, never dreamed sex with the mysterious Edward in the dark of a malfunctioning train would lead to a blindfolded, champagne-drenched tango, a spanking by a butch waitress, and an offer of initiation into the exclusive mysteries of The Mount. Desperate to save her threatened job, she agrees, scheming secretly to write an inside exposé on the club that will make her career. But as she delves deeper into the intrigue of The Mount and the lives of its members, she soon discovers that her heart may have other plans.

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More about K D Grace

K D Grace was born with a writing obsession. It got worse once she actually learned HOW to write. There’s no treatment for it. It’s progressive and chronic and quite often interferes with normal, everyday functioning. She might actually be concerned if it wasn’t so damned much fun most of the time.

K D’s erotic romance novel, The Initiation of Ms Holly, published by Xcite Books, is now available everywhere.

Her erotica has been published with Xcite Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, and Scarlet Magazine.

Her second novel, The Pet Shop, also published by Xcite Books, will be available in October 2011.

Find out more about K D Grace on her website, http://kdgrace.co.uk. She’s also on Facebook and Twitter.

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Excerpt

She looks good in that colour, don’t you think? Rose makes her skin look like she’s had a little sun.’ Vivienne chuckles wickedly, “And oh, the cleavage. I can see why she’s so willing to display it, and he’s certainly more than willing to look.

“They look good together, don’t they? Her boss is positively edible. He is her boss, you know? Lorelei heard him mention expensing the evening.’ She and Edward stood on the shadowy rise of the wrought iron catwalk, nearly invisible to everyone below, but interested only in their initiate and her date.

When Edward made no response, Vivienne added. “Journalists? Talkabout magazine?’

“So?’

“So? Why do you think a budding journalist would bring her boss here? She smells an exposé, surely you can see that, Edward?’

“If she wanted an exposé, her boss would be the last person she’d bring here, besides, Rita wouldn’t do that.’ Edward tugged uncomfortably on the front of his jacket feeling a strange mix of desire and jealousy at seeing Rita here in his domain with someone he hadn’t approved. And the dress, my god, all he could think about was ripping it off of her and devouring her inch by inch, a thought he couldn’t afford to be having. “What I’m wondering is how she managed reservations in the first place.’

Vivienne brushed an invisible speck from his cuff and smoothed his hair, which didn’t need smoothing. “She’s a journalist. And if she’s a good one, she’ll find a way.’ The woman shrugged as though the whole situation bored her and looked out over the restaurant below. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way, and getting the story of a lifetime is definitely high motivation for a starving journalist, wouldn’t you say?’

Edward looked down to where the two sat, heads together in deep conversation, and his stomach clenched. “Rita wouldn’t do that,’ he repeated. “Rita would never do that.’

Vivienne offered a throaty chuckle. “My poor Edward. You’re so naïve. So trusting. I’d have thought you’d have learned by now.’

“That’s right, I am trusting. I trust her completely.’ Still, why the hell did she have to look so hot for the man? Why did she bring him at all? None of it made any sense. He white-knuckled the wrought iron rail as he watched Rita’s boss possessively push aside a lock of her hair, silky hair that he knew smelled vaguely of coconut. Was she trying to torture him because he couldn’t have her just yet, because he was being forced to wait? God, if she only knew how difficult all of this was for him.

Vivienne leaned in close and kissed Edward’s earlobe. “She’ll betray us before the month is out. Surely you can see this.  She’s only using you, using all of us to get a story.’

Edward jerked away. “That’s not true. She wouldn’t.’

She leaned in again and bit his ear, playfully. “Want a bet?’

This time he pushed her away and stepped back, his eyes still locked on the couple below. “What bet? What are you talking about?’

“You know, a wager. Don’t act so innocent, Edward, darling. You know all about wagers, don’t you?’

He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. How dare she bring up such a thing here and now? But she continued as though she were merely discussing the weather.

“I’ll wager that before her initiation is over, Talkabout magazine will run a front page exposé on The Mount. I can see the headlines now.’ She lifted a hand in front of them as though she were placing the headline on a bill board. “Restaurant and Dance Club exposed as Secret Sex Cult.’ She giggled. “I like that, don’t you? Secret sex cult. It has a nice ring to it.’

“That’s not going to happen.’

She held his gaze, the humor gone from her eyes. “Want to bet? I’ll give you a chance to win back what you’ve lost.’

Suddenly it was difficult to breathe, more difficult than it had been watching the woman he wanted to be with making nicey-nice with another man. It was true, he trusted Rita completely. He didn’t know why. He barely knew her, and yet there had been that moment on the train in the dark, before he ever saw her face, before he ever knew how outrageous she was, how well she could play the game. He just knew. He swallowed hard. “All right. I’ll bet you. I’ll bet that not only will Rita Holly not betray us, but I’ll bet she wins the respect of every member of The Mount and passes the initiation with flying colors. That’s what I’ll bet.’

The humor returned to her eyes. She held his gaze with that half-smile look she often gave him when she was scheming something. “That’s all very nice, darling, but remember, you have nothing to wager.’ The smile slipped from her lips, and she studied him. In spite of the music and laughter and the tinkling of cutlery and crystal from below, suddenly everything seemed bathed in cottony silence, and all he could hear was the hammering of his heart in his ears. Then, after what seemed forever came the response he would have never expected. “All right, Edward. I’ll spot you on this one. I’ve been rather generous with the terms of the last bet you lost. But this time, if you lose, I promise I’ll find new and exciting ways to make you pay.’