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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, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.
K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Scarlet Magazine, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop, and her newly released 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.
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Website: kdgrace.co.uk http://kdgrace.co.uk/
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Read an Excerpt
‘It’s the road trip from hell! I knew it would be. I just knew it!’ Val didn’t bother to speak quietly. After what she’d been through, no one could possibly blame her for losing it and talking to herself. And this was just the beginning! How the hell was she going to survive this little misadventure all the way toOregon? She glanced quickly over her shoulder as she stepped behind the bathrooms at the rest area, trying desperately to block out the memory of Aunt Rose accusing the elderly gentleman at the vending machine of stealing her change.
She needed to vent or she’d explode. Once behind the building she turned her face to the wall and banged her head against it. ‘Why me? I’m not a bad person. I never murdered anyone, I always recycle. I volunteer for the autumn fucking bird count. Why?’ She banged her head for emphasis. ‘… the hell.’ Bang bang bang. ‘… Me?’ Bang, bang.
‘Sounds like you could use a good wank.’
She couldn’t have stopped the yelp that escaped her throat if she’d tried, but as she spun around to make a run for the car, what she saw stopped her in her tracks.
‘Sh!’ A man in a faded blue T-shirt and jeans that were even more faded raised a finger to his lips. It was impossible not to notice that the other hand was occupied, wrapped around the big stiffy that looked as though it had parted his fly like Moses parting theRed Sea, and my, what a staff!
When he was sure he had her full attention, as if there was any doubt of that, he spoke. ‘Quiet.’ He glanced around quickly. ‘If word gets out,’ he nodded to his stretching cock, ‘everyone’ll be back here getting a little relief from the road. Though, in your case …’ he leaned closer and she could see startling blue eyes peeking over the mirrored shades that slid down his sun-freckled nose, ‘… I reckon you need it more than most.’
She pressed her back against the wall and moaned, not taking her eyes off the fascinating handwork on his cock. ‘You saw then.’
He nodded and gave a little grunt and a flutter of sun-bleached lashes as he lifted his balls free from the peek-a-boo squish of his fly. ‘And heard. Hard not to really.’
‘Fuck!’ She cursed.
He chuckled. ‘I never fuck on a first date, but I’m happy to choke the chicken in solidarity.’
She nodded to his efforts. ‘It really helps?’
‘Absolutely,’ he grunted at a particularly rough tugging of his cock. ‘Best kept secret in the world,’ he said following her gaze, giving his balls a smile and a grope as though he’d just realised they were there. ‘The world would be a much better place if everyone would just chill and treat themselves to a little self-love every now and again. Can you imagine the bliss? Go on, indulge yourself.’ He nodded to her trousers. ‘I’d say you could use the relief.’
She shook her head. ‘I don’t have time. Aunt Rose will be on me like a screaming banshee if she catches me.’
‘Of course you’ve got time. If I’m not mistaken, she took her copy of The National Enquirer into the bathroom with her, didn’t she? And your cousin, she is your cousin, isn’t she? Well, she’s on her cell phone with her kids, something about not pouring tomato soup in the toaster.’
‘Jesus, you heard?’
‘Sweet cheeks, everybody heard,’ he said with a tug on his schlong for emphasis. Trust me; the misdeeds of your cousin’s little angels and the condition of your auntie’s bowels are now common knowledge at this rest stop.’
‘Fuck,’ she said again, running a hand through her hair, now beginning to curl around her temples from the unseasonably warm spring heat.
‘Really, darlin’,’ he nodded again to her trousers. ‘It’ll make you feel better. I won’t look if you don’t want me to.’
Maybe it was just a testament to how desperate she was, or how loopy she had already become, but she opened her fly and stuck her hand down inside her panties. When she made contact, her breath caught and her body gave a little involuntary jerk.
Without missing a beat, he gave her an appreciative nod. ‘There now. That’s better, isn’t it? You wet?’
She nodded. ‘How’d you know?’
‘No surprise really. Anger and frustration can often be a turn-on. Well not a turn-on per-se, but the body compensates for the stress in the best way it knows to make itself feel better.’ He shrugged. ‘Plus watching someone else handle their junk usually will do the trick too.’
‘Sh!’ she hissed. ‘Don’t talk, just touch it, and let me watch, and relieve my stress.’
He did as she asked, easing his jeans down enough that she could see the lovely straight lines of his hips perfectly balanced by the muscular swell of his ass-cheeks, which clenched and relaxed with each thrust. ‘What else?’ he grunted.
‘What else do you want to see? Not that I’m an exhibitionist or anything,’ his breath accelerated noticeably, ‘but I’m sympathetic to your circumstances, and right now this is so working for me.’
It wasn’t doing too badly for her either, as she slipped two fingers in between her swell and began to scissor them while her thumb went to work on her clit. ‘Turn around a little,’ she breathed. ‘I want to see your ass.’
He did as she asked, half bending over to give her an exquisite view, and she felt herself gush, as he spread his ass-cheeks. ‘Oh my!’ she gasped.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I love KDs quickies! This is the road trip of a lifetime. You'd have thought that crossing America with your Aunt would be boring... well it would be without the presence of Hawk.
Migrations by K.D. Grace This was a great story by KD. We have all suffered from one of those road trips when you have a family member in the car and everything is about them. I mean they just sit there and talk, and talk, and talk. Poor Val and her cousin Sally volunteered to take their aunt Rose on a road trip to Oregon. Little did she know that this was going to be “a road trip from hell.” Val struggles to get some alone time for herself. All she needs is some peace and quiet but what she didn’t count on needing was some relief. She is all tensed up and what she could really use is an orgasm. During their first stop at a rest area she has wondered off by herself so she could vent about her aunt. What she didn’t expect was the hot biker guy wanting to relieve himself after being on the road for so long. At first she was shocked but then she got turned on by the site of him pleasuring himself. After this first stop she thought she would never see this man again but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Well lucky for her she got to see him the whole trip to Oregon. He ended up helping them thru some tough situations even though her aunt thought he was a killer. Val really didn’t realize what kind of man he was till he decided to leave one morning after finding out his true identity. Did she regret what they did, or does she want even more? Check out the story for yourself. It was a long hot ride, that’s for sure. I received this book as a gift from the author.