The Initiation of Ms Holly

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The Initiation of Ms. Holly

{Erotic Romance}


Welcome to MBA&M today!!


MBA&M: Today is VALENTINE’S DAY, what will you do to celebrate?

K.D.: First of all, I’d like to thank you for having me over to My Book Addiction. It’s such a terrific blog, and happy Valentine’s Day! My husband and I are not too much into dates on the calendar to celebrate. We try really hard to celebrate our relationship every day, and I think we do a really good job of it. But since Valentine’s Day is on a Friday this year, we may very well go out to a movie and crack open a bottle of fizz afterwards. However, when I think about the two of us celebrating Valentine’s day, I have to say that my most prize possession in all the world is a poem he wrote for me on our second Valentine’s day together. My husband is a chemical engineer – not exactly the poetry writing type, so for him to have dug down to the creative depths to make such a special gift for me still chokes me up a little. The poem was entitled Someone for Me, and it’s the most beautiful poem I’ve ever read. He gave it to me along with a single red rose.

MBA&M:  Is writing the sexual play hard to write? Where do you draw inspiration from?

K.D.: Sex has never been hard for me to write. That’s what actually inspired me to try writing erotic romance in the first place. I’m a romantic at heart and, I suppose, a very naughty one too. I always found that no matter what I was writing, the sex scenes were easy for me. I like the rawness and the edginess and the way sex allows me to view my characters and what matters to them from a completely different perspective. I think you can learn more about your characters when they’re naked, vulnerable and going at it than you can in any other way. I think to leave sex out of fiction is to miss a key ingredient in story and in our human nature.

I suppose I’m inspired by all sorts of things – dreams, long walks, vegetable gardening, events, mundane things that happen in everyday life, letting my mind drift while I do the ironing. There’s no one specific thing that inspires me. I just have a very active imagination.

I’m often asked if I write from experience. The answer is that I no more write from kinky sexual experiences than Thomas Harris writes from the experience of being a serial killer and a cannibal. It’s fiction, and it all comes from a very fertile imagination.

MBA&M: What made you decide to write Erotica romance?

K.D.: I sort of fell into it by accident, actually, but it’s turned out to be a very happy accident, indeed. There was a UK magazine called Scarlet that had a section in which it published very short stories by readers and erotica authors. The magazine no longer exists, but it was there that I had my first short stories published. It was lovely to be sent a check rather than the usual rejection letter I’d gotten used to. After that I started writing short stories for anthologies and then graduated to novels. I found a home writing erotic romance; a place where my naughty, romantic self could run wild.

In spite of efforts to write crime and thrillers, I kept getting drawn back to sex and romance. I don’t mind if it’s contemporary or paranormal; both work for me. I’ve always had a very active imagination, and a good bit of that imagination is fairly naughty to right out filthy. I was always the one, who when the ‘bedroom doors were closed’ in a good romance, would carry on in my mind imagining what was happening on the other side. In my books, I never close the bedroom door – unless the fun is happening in the kitchen, of course 😉

 MBA&M: What was your motivation for writing “Initiation of Ms. Holly”?

K.D.: My motivation for writing The Initiation of Ms Holly, and writing sex on a train, strangely enough was actually getting stuck on a malfunctioning train in the dark under the English Chanel. My husband and I were returning from a week in Paris in the middle of winter. A bad storm blew in the day we were to leave and for reasons, we non-train folks will never understand, the snow caused the train to stalled in the tunnel under the English Chanel, beneath a bazillion gallons of water. We were there in the dark for four and a half hours. My experience wasn’t nearly as sexy as Rita Holly’s was. I was hot and sweaty and thirsty and hungry. But I was also inspired. I staved off the panic and passed the time by imagining what it would be like to have sex with a stranger, whose face you couldn’t see because of the darkness in the train.

When we were safely back home, the idea of sex with a faceless stranger got me to thinking about the story of Psyche and Eros from Greek mythology. Psyche is not allowed to see the face of her lover, Eros, the god of love, who always comes to her in darkness. In an ill-fated effort to look upon the face of her lover, she is separated from him until she can complete a series of impossible tasks to prove herself worthy of the god of love. That set me wondering how I could keep my modern day Psyche from seeing her Eros’s face after she was back home in London again. And that was the premise and the fun of the novel that followed, Rita Holly’s labours, her initiation against all odds, to see and to be with the man she loves.

MBA&M: What draw you to write a story about sex, and lust on a train?

K.D.: As I said, it was being stuck in the dark in a malfunctioning train that got me thinking about the story that would become The Initiation of Ms Holly. Interestingly enough when another train came to tow us out of the tunnel and I was finally able to text two of my writing friends who had been planning to meet me in London, their response was, “Can’t wait to see what story comes out of that experience.”

London was shut down due to the blizzard, so we ended up overnighting in a hotel just on the English side of the Channel, where we promptly ordered beer and sandwiches – the only thing available from room service at that obscene hour, and ate like ravenous wolves while we laughed about and relived our experience from the warmth and safety of our hotel room. By that point it was already inevitable. Holly just had to be written.

Here’s an excerpt from Holly’s train adventure, which is much sexier than mine was.

***May content mature content** Enter or read at your own risk**

***18+ PLEASE***

Excerpt from The Initiation of Ms Holly:


He practically fell on top of Rita, his hand grazing her left breast in the complete darkness. She yelped and grabbed him to keep from losing her balance.


“God, I’m sorry!” He gasped. “Bloody nuisance, this, isn’t it?” His voice was warm, melodious, by far the most pleasant thing that had happened to Rita since she left Paris. “Oh dear. You’re trembling. Are you all right?”


“I’m claustrophobic” her words were thin and shaky, as though she didn’t fully trust herself to let them out. “It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t know where we are.” For an embarrassing moment, she realized she was still clinging to him, but the embarrassment passed, and suddenly she didn’t care. If they were going to die trapped in a train in the Eurostar tunnel, buried beneath a gazillion gallons of water, she’d just as soon not do it alone.


He either understood, or was too polite to leave her in such distress. He wrapped his arms around her engulfing her in a muscular embrace, the scent of which was maleness barely masked by deodorant and some spicy cologne, both fading at the end of a day much longer than either of them had anticipated. “Don’t worry.” In the darkness, he misjudged the distance between them and his lips brushed her earlobe. “It’s just an electrical malfunction. Anyway we’re better off down here than in the snowstorm up above. Sounds like all of London is shut down. Who’d have expected snow this late in the spring? Never mind that, where else do you get the chance to cuddle strangers in the dark?”


He pressed a little closer to her, and she was relieved to find other thoughts, thoughts more welcome than those of their predicament, pushing their way into her head. He felt good, broad-shouldered and tall, easy to lean on.


“Why are you huddled here in the corner rather than hunkered down in your seat?”


She concentrated on his warm breath pressing against the top of her ear. “I was on my way back from the loo when the lights went out and…”


“And this is as far as you got.”


She nodded against his chest, homing in on the reassuring sound of his heartbeat.


“Shall I help you back to your seat then?”


The train lurched forward, and she yelped again, tightening her grip around his neck. “No, please. It’s better if I just don’t move.”


There was a long pause. “Do you want me to stay with you?”


She realized the poor man had little choice clenched in her strangle hold, as he was. “I don’t want to be any trouble,” she lied.


He readjusted his stance and tightened his embrace. “No trouble at all. I can’t think of a better way to pass the time than in the arms of a beautiful woman. You are beautiful, aren’t you?”


In spite of the stress she felt, she forced a laugh. “Gorgeous, actually. Too bad you can’t see for yourself.”


He ran a hand down the contour of her spine to rest low on the small of her back. “I don’t have to see you to admire you.”


The thought that the man was rather cheeky barely crossed her mind before he lifted her fingers to his lips and planted a warm kiss across the back of her knuckles. “I’m Edward. I’m from London. Clearly you’re not.”


“Rita,’ she replied. ‘I’m from Seattle, but I live in London now.”


“Well Rita, from Seattle, we’ve established that you’re an exotic beauty. Perhaps you’d like to return the favour.” He lifted her hand to his face and guided it gently over the slight stubble of his cheek. As her hand cupped his well-formed chin, he pulled her middle finger into his mouth and nibbled it, teasing the pad of it with his tongue. Suddenly her struggle to breathe had nothing to do with being claustrophobic.


“Well?” He asked pulling her hand away to massage her fingers. “What do you think? Am I acceptable?”

If he was cheeky, she was downright brazen. She stopped his words with her mouth, amazed at how easily she had found the mark in total darkness. Perhaps it was the darkness that made her so bold, but whatever it was, he didn’t disappoint. His mouth was warm, opening eagerly to the probing of her tongue, responding in kind, caressing her hard pallet, nipping at the fullness of her lower lip before pulling away just enough to speak.


“There, you see? It’s not so bad being in the dark, is it? The other senses are too often overlooked, which is very sad, since they offer such exquisite delights.” His hand moved up to cup her cheek, and he raked a thumb across her still parted lips. “Taste, for example. Few pleasures exceed that of the tongue.”


She heard him fumbling in the darkness, then she heard the rattling of foil. ‘Open your mouth,’ he whispered. “I have something that’ll make you feel better, guaranteed. Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing illegal.”


Reluctantly she opened her mouth, which he primed with a wet kiss, then slipped a chocolate truffle between her lips. It was covered liberally in cocoa and warmed exquisitely almost, but not quite to the steamy melting point of his body temperature, which only enhanced the sharp, edgy flavor that separates expensive chocolate from the cheap stuff.


She gasped her surprise, then moaned softly at the intensity of the taste.


“Don’t bite,” he kissed her jaw, then her throat. “Savour it, roll it around in your mouth. There are places on the tongue that taste only sweet and places that taste only bitter or salt, or sour. Chocolate can have all those flavors. Caress it in your mouth like you’re making love to it, and you’ll be amazed at what you taste.”


She cheeked the truffle, slurring her words as she spoke. “I thought I was tasting you.”


He chuckled softly. “Everything tastes better with chocolate.” Without another word, he took her mouth, plunging his tongue deep against the melting truffle, whirling it, lapping at it, sighing with the pleasure of it. The more liquid and heated the truffle became, the more liquid and heated Rita became.

Thank you for spending time with us and our readers today! What an experience!!




Sex with a mysterious stranger aboard a train leads Rita Holly to an initiation into the exclusive and secretive Mount club. Sophisticated and deviant rituals await Rita, as do the endless intrigues and power struggles deep within the heart of the organization. Rita learns that membership of the Mount Club is not for the sexually repressed. During her initiation, sex with her new lover from the train, Edward, is forbidden but Alex the dance instructor is happy to take his place and Leo the zoo keeper is happy to encourage Rita’s animal instincts. With more and more titillating punishments in store and the club’s sexy head Vivienne intent on her failing, will Holly succeed in her lengthy and lurid initiation?

  • Paperback: 256 pages
  • Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca (February 4, 2014)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1402289650
  • ISBN-13: 978-1402289651

ISBN: 9781402289651

By: K D Grace

Published: 02/04/2014 – See more at:

ISBN: 9781402289651

By: K D Grace

Published: 02/04/2014 – See more at:


ISBN: 9781402289651

By: K D Grace

Published: 02/04/2014 – See more at:

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About the author:

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.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.

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