Guest post! From erotica writer extraordinaire KD Grace! Whom I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. In fact, we took each other’s pictures next to giant marble penis columns, but that’s a story for another time. Today’s story is about her new one, Fulfilling the Contract. So I will turn the blog over to her.
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Thanks for having me over, Shar! What a pleasure to be here on day three of the Fulfilling the Contract blog tour. How appropriate that I get to talk about fun in Vegas on your blog. You were there when Elsa and Nick’s story really began. In fact, you may recognise some of the piccies.
I never expected to like Vegas. It was way down my list of touristy places to check out. But in September 2011, the Erotic Authors Association had a conference there. I was going to see my sister in Oregon about that same time, so I was able to make the trip work. I was looking forward to the conference. I was looking forward meeting some of my heroes in the erotica world – including the exotic, secretive Sharazade – But seeing Vegas … not so much.
I arrived from England jet-lagged and loggy, in need of a good walk. It was an easy 90 degrees out on the Strip, and after I got checked into the Flamingo I headed out exploring. I figured I could duck into the air conditioning as needed, but I wanted to find out for myself just what made Vegas the place of legends.
I was in love with the place in my first ten minutes. I walked amid a festive crowd. Some were carrying brightly coloured cocktails in ginormous plastic take-out cups, some were toting rucksack, shaded from the sun by baseball caps, some wore nosebleed heals and skirts that might have been tattooed on. It was an erotica writer’s dream come true. Everywhere there was a sense of decadent, naughtiness, a sense of ‘I won’t tell if you don’t-ness.’ It felt like everyone was brazenly and cheerfully flashing each other, because they knew, in the midst of so many people doing exactly the same, anonymity was guaranteed. I only ever remember feeling that way in one other place, and that was New Orleans.
But Vegas isn’t New Orleans. There’s no sense of what’s old and connected in Vegas. Vegas could very well be a desert mirage. It pops up out of the Mojave like an oasis of gigantic glass and concrete neon-bedecked dildos. Freud would be intrigued. And so was I. Nothing is real, in fact everything is meant to make you forget reality for a few days and let your id dance naked in the soaring fountain in front of The Bellagio.
I’m a hater of crowds, and I like my feet well-rooted. I don’t like fake and I can’t be bothered with casinos. And yet, I absolutely fell head-over-heels in love with Vegas. Vegas is glitz and glam standing brazen and defiant against the desolation of endless desert and distant mountains. I love that contrast. The view from the high rise hotels is the edge of civilisation and the stunning space that stretches beyond. The views! Vegas is surely all about views. Vegas is a city built for the eyes — sparkle, colour, shape, people watching at its best.
After that first time, I hadn’t been back to England very long before Elsa and Nick began to fill my thoughts with their Vegas views, with their voyeuristic fantasies that could have been set in no other city. The story had to be written, and it had to be a sequel to The Initiation of Holly, thus it became book two of The Mount Series. Mount Vegas is very different from The Mount in London, but then in a city that’s so young and so brazen and so desperate to be seen and admired, how could it not be?
I went back last spring leaving the drizzle and fog of South England for the desert warmth. I wrote pages of notes and observations. I walked the Strip playing out scenes in my head between Elsa and Nick. I drove in the desert, thinking about Nick’s house outside the city, thinking about his love for the empty spaces. I even spent couple of hours in a casino. It could have been tedious, me with my dwindling $10 worth of quarters. But I wasn’t there alone. Nick and Elsa were whispering in my ear, sharing naughty plans for a scene at a Blackjack table. And I wrote still more pages of notes. In that sun-drenched, neon-studded five days, the one thing I was certain of when I boarded the plane at McCarran Airport was that I would most definitely be back.
Limo driver, NICK CHASE’s bad night gets worse when he picks up TANYA POVIC at a bar only to discover the explosive sex they share lands her in breach of her very strange contract. Blaming himself that Tanya will lose the large completion bonus earmarked for her mother’s surgery, Nick negotiates with her boss, the tough and mysterious ELSA CRANE, to allow him to fulfill Tanya’s contract and secure her bonus.
Elsa runs Mount Vegas, which offers voyeuristic pleasures for a price. Nick’s job, with Elsa and her quirky team, is to give clients something worth watching through the plate glass windows of Vegas’s luxury hotels and beyond. The learning curve is steep and kinky. As Nick and Elsa’s relationship sizzles and ignites more than hotel room rendezvouses are exposed. In this sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly things get positively dangerous as Rita Holly and her team are called in from London to lend a helping hand. Bets are being placed. Will Nick fulfill the contract? Will he and Elsa take the gamble? And will they find a way to win at the high stakes, double or nothing, game of hearts?
Available from: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/fulfilling-the-contract/
‘Surely you can give Tanya one more chance,’ Nick said. ‘And really, it was my fault. I’d had a bad day and I wasn’t on my best behaviour.’
Elsa tossed the headset back onto the dressing table and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Mr Chase, unless you want to fulfil Tanya’s contract for her, this conversation is over. It’s been a long day, and I’ve had enough. Pagan will escort the two of you back downstairs and since Tanya no longer works for me, I don’t care if you fuck her brains out. Now if you’d –’
‘Alright,’ Nick interrupted. ‘I will.’
Suddenly all eyes were on him. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll fulfil the contract for her.
After all, it’s my fault she’s in breach.’
Tanya gave a little yelp that sounded like a kitten in distress and Elsa laughed out loud. ‘Mr Chase, you don’t even know what Tanya’s contract involves.’
‘I assume it has something to do with what’s going on in room 2031. It’s not prostitution is it?’
‘No! No, is not prostitution,’ Tanya said, the excitement nearly vibration through her voice. ‘Is nothing like that.’
‘Well actually it’s something like that,’ Elsa corrected. ‘My people get paid for sex.’
‘I don’t understand,’ Nick said.’
She nodded him over to one of the scopes set up at the bedroom window. When he balked, she nodded again. ‘Go ahead; check out what’s going on in room 2031.’
Nick nearly knocked the scope out of focus at his first view of the naked ass of a man pistoning his cock into a woman bent over a big bed. Her head was buried between the legs of another woman, who was pinching her own nipples for all she was worth and writhing beneath the serious tongue action.
‘Then they are prostitutes.’ Nick’s voice was suddenly a whisper, as though he feared he might disturb the people he viewed through the scope.
‘No.’ Elsa leaned close to him as though she could see over his shoulder. ‘They all work for me, and they get paid a lot of money to have sex with each other while someone else watches.’
With difficulty, Nick took his eyes off what was going on in the scope. He suddenly felt dizzy. ‘Let me get this straight, these people –’ he nodded around the room ‘– All of these people and those –’ he pointed to the scope ‘—have sex with each other and people pay money to watch.’
Elsa nodded ‘A lot of money.’
‘And that’s what Tanya was doing? That’s what the contract’s about, having sex and letting people watch?’
‘That’s what the contract’s about,’ Elsa said. With a smirk, she pulled Tanya’s red panties out of Nick’s pocket where he’d forgotten he’d stuffed after he’d picked them up from the parking lot at the Mango. She handed them back to Tanya and replaced them with a black business card, briskly patting his pocket as she did so. ‘I know how much you loath your job, Mr Chase, and I can almost guarantee you’d find what Tanya does a lot more satisfying. But –’ she ran a hand down and gave his crotch a quick grope ‘– It takes some serious balls.’
He elbowed her away and shoved past Tanya and Pagan. ‘You people are all crazy if you think I would … if you think I might …’
Elsa offered him a smile that he felt, much to his discomfort, right down between his legs. Then she lifted an eyebrow and gave a shrug that made the dark gloss of her hair shimmer in the subdued lighting. ‘You asked.’
About K D Grace
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, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave 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. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.
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