Blog Tour - To Rome with Lust by K D Grace

Today I am super excited to be hosting KD and having her share her heart about her latest book in The Mount Series - To Rome with Lust.

I’d like to thank She Hearts Books for hosting me on the To Rome with Lust blog tour. It’s a pleasure to be here and to share my inspiration for TRWL with you.

It was exactly a year ago that my husband and I were in Rome on an anniversary trip. We spent part of our honeymoon there and have been back to celebrate our anniversary several times. Rome truly is the Eternal City, and a place I can’t get enough of. My UK compadres know what England is like in November and December, so it was a total delight to spend a blissful week in sunshine, exploring and reminiscing. It was a fabulous week of pasta and tiramisu, espresso and wine and Roman ruins mixed liberally with the wild hubbub of Christmas preparation. There were leisurely hours of reading simply for pleasure in quiet café’s – something I’ve not had much time for recently, there were long walks beneath the rainbow wave of Christmas lights along the Via Del Corso. There were quick stops into cafes in the middle of the afternoon for espresso. There were walks in the Palatine and outings to Tivoli and to Ostia Antica. And there were wonderful memories. And of course, there was inspiration.

Rome is always magical and romantic and irresistibly sexy, so it was a perfect chance to soak up atmosphere and do a little research for To Rome with Lust, which is the third of The Mount novels. The pasta and pizza at every little trattoria was delish. There were too many pastries to sample in three lifetimes, let alone one week, and the rule about not making eye-contact with the drivers during that heart-stopping moment when you step into the traffic at the crosswalk still applies.

In the Forum, we spent quality time in the ruins of the House of the Vestal Virgin, with its climbing pink roses and with its thin skin of ice on top of the reflecting pools. We were early enough to miss the worst of the crowds. The place was so evocative that it had to be the setting for one of the scenes in To Rome with Lust. It was the perfect place for Paulo and Liza to get to know each other a little better.

In the Villa d’Este in Tivoli, we walked among the fountains and I plotted wonderfully sexy encounters in the Mount’s Villa, which, in my mind’s eye, would be very much like the exquisite Renaissance garden, except for the dungeon, of course. If there’s one at Villa d’Este, I didn’t see it. But in To Rome with Lust, it is Liza’s introduction to a real dungeon and her first ever sexy ménage experience.

Also a major inspiration for TRWL were the stunning ruins of Ostia Antica. Ostia Antica was founded in the 4^th century BCE on what was then the mouth of the Tiber, though the sea is now a long way from the ruins because of silting of the port and receding of the waters. Ostia Antica was abandoned in the 9^th or 10^th centuries CE after long periods of recession. There is no way I couldn’t set a sexy scene in the Temple of the Republic, with it’s nude statue of what is speculated to be Hercules – one of the few nudes I saw in Rome that, though missing a head and some other bits, manly bits were completely intact, and the area itself was very evocative, a place where I could easily imagine my characters sneaking back in for a little after-hours naughtiness. We arrived early for our explorations and stayed until we were chased out. I could have lingered for hours in the ruins of the temples from the Roman Republic, the temple of Hercules, and the Domus of Psyche and Eros, which is near by. No doubt there will be other stories inspired by Ostia Antica.

It’s not difficult to understand why Rome is called The Eternal City. It’s not difficult to get caught up in the layer cake of modern and ancient and the manic honk of car horns and the shove and push of shoppers.

I found every part of my week in Rome an inspiration. From the Bridge of Sant’Angelo that crosses the Tiber, arrayed in its parade of Bernini’s angels to the Borghese Gardens above the Piazza Del Popolo, to the quiet chances to write and read, to the just being there with my own Sweetie. Rome never fails to inspire.

Book three of The Mount trilogy 

(Click here for Book One | Book Two)

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

Angelo knelt between Lucia’s legs and then with slow deliberateness of which Paulo would have thought the man incapable, he nipped and sucked and licked his way up the inside of Lucia’s left thigh. Her arms flailed and she groaned out loud, curling one fist into a tuft of grass that had grown up between the travertine stones and fisting the other in Angelo’s hair as though she could drag him up her body faster, but he took his time.

‘Angelo, please. Please! Angelo, Angelo, Angelo!’ By the time he had rested her bare feet on his shoulders and settled into the feast she offered between her thighs, Lucia called his name like a mantra, and Paulo was convinced that a person would have to have no sense of smell at all not to smell the heat. His cock was hard inside his trousers as much from watching Liza’s response to Angelo’s shift in game plan as to what Angelo and Lucia were actually doing.

‘That’s better, oh God, that’s better, so much better,’ Liza said between gasps for breath.

‘What do you smell?’ Lucia managed with a little yelp as Angelo nibbled her clit. ‘Tell us what you smell.’

‘I smell arid summer and pine, I smell honey and lime and seashore. I smell hot metal and wet forest floor, I smell … I smell your orgasm like a sea storm.’

And before she finished the sentence Lucia bucked her hips and grasped Angelo tightly between her thighs as her cries echoed off the ancient walls of the ruins.

‘I want you in my mouth! I want you in my mouth, I want you in my mouth,’ Lucia babbled incoherently. To Paulo’s surprise, Angelo wasn’t the Dom tonight. He obeyed, shifting until his body arched over her, shoving and kicking until his trousers and boxers were off in a heap at his side. Then he lowered his cock into her mouth, positioning himself carefully so that she could take him into her throat, her head back, her mouth wide and begging like a baby bird, moaning pleasure as he lowered himself into a classic 69 position. Then with the flat of his hand, he opened her thighs, planted a lazy tongue kiss in her navel, then battled the front of the beleaguered Thong to bury his face back in her slit. Almost immediately she whimpered against his cock and her hips bucked. Lucia could come all night long. Everyone at The Mount knew that about her.

But it was what Liza was doing that had Paulo on the edge of coming. The way she sniffed, the way her eyelids fluttered then closed, the way she encouraged the lovers, the way she talked to herself of the scent of sea and earth and heavy thunderstorms. Oh God, he wanted to march right over to her, push up her skirt and bury his cock in her soft wet folds, and he knew she would be so wet, so slick. He knew she would be ready and yielding and that she would take him to the hilt and he would be in ecstasy with her butter and honey scent curling around his lightening storm heat. He stood very still, breathing deeply, deeply enough to smell sex, deeply enough to feel it in his cells, but as Angelo wiped his face on his arm and repositioned himself to thrust into Lucia’s pussy again, and as she wrapped her legs around him and howled another orgasm, it wasn’t either of them that was making him desperate for some relief of his own. It was Liza, Liza reveling in an orgy of scent, Liza like a goddess in her element.

And when Angelo ejaculated with a roar, like a lion before Hercules, when his whole body convulsed like it would break apart, Paulo knew without a shadow of a doubt the man was feeling something he had never felt before. He was experiencing another dimension to sex, and he was a man who was jaded by experience.

But Liza knew that too. He could see it as she dropped to her knees gasping for breath, eyes closed, trembling, trembling all over. And Paulo could hold back no more, he rushed to her side and pulled her possessively into his arms. She uttered a startled yelp, then she looked up at him as though she wasn’t sure how he’d gotten there, as though she had been somewhere far away. Then she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him long and hard.

About 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.

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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