Release Blitz for In the Flesh by K D Grace

Out Now! – In The Flesh: Book 1 of The Medusa Consortium



In The Flesh Blurb:

When Susan Innes comes to visit her friend, Annie Rivers, in Chapel House, the deconsecrated church that Annie is renovating into a home, she discovers her outgoing friend changed, reclusive, secretive, and completely enthralled by a mysterious lover, whose presence is always felt, but never seen, a lover whom she claims is god. As her holiday turns into a nightmare, Susan must come to grips with the fact that her friend’s lover is neither imaginary nor is he human, and even worse, he’s turned his wandering eye on Susan, and he won’t be denied his prize. If Susan is to fight an inhuman stalker intent on having her as his own, she’ll need a little inhuman help.





EXCERPT 3 In The Flesh: Susan’s Secret Writings:

I wasn’t alone in the dark. I knew that the first time I entered the crypt at Chapel House. I could feel a presence there, almost as though someone stood just behind me, about to reach out and touch me. The shiver over my skin was not so much from fear, though certainly there was an element of fear, as it was from longing, bone-deep longing. I could barely breathe for it, I could barely stand under the weight of it, and I couldn’t imagine how such an ache, such a hunger could exist inside my flesh and not tear me apart. I was astonished that Annie seemed completely unaware of anything out of the ordinary, and to be quite honest, I wasn’t anxious to share it with her.

She continued to chatter on about her plans to make Chapel House over with a state of the art kitchen—she who didn’t cook, and a master suite that would rival the finest hotels in London. Strange that I could listen with one part of my brain and comment on her ideas for an open plan living space, for a library in the choir loft, for a wet room in the sacristy, while with another part of my brain I felt like every cell of my body was responding to whatever it was, whoever it was that I was certain waited there in the darkness, just beyond the beam of Annie’s Maglite.


The departmentalizing of Annie’s plans and the feel of the presence in the darkness became much more difficult when I felt the closeness of a warm, hard body against my back and the humid nip of a kiss on the nape of my neck. I explained away my little gasp of surprise to Annie by saying I’d almost lost my footing. I should have been frightened. I should have been terrified, and believe me, I was. But by the time I felt a large hand splayed low against my belly, by the time I was certain of the maleness pressed hard and low just above my butt, I was far more intrigued than I was frightened. Even if terror had won out, I don’t think I could have forced myself to move as the hand in the darkness migrated to cup my breasts and thumb my nipples, first one, then the other, and the slow grind and undulation from behind became more demanding.

“The roses, they smell lovely.” I managed a breathless response to Annie’s ramblings about plans for the overgrown mess of a garden. “You might want to consider a scent garden.”

She laughed. “I can’t smell anything, but then you were always the one with the sensitive nose. Of course I’ll make sure there are lots of roses.” She knew they were my favorite, but I couldn’t imagine her not smelling them; the scent was nearly overwhelming in the tight space of the crypt. To my surprise, as she rambled on about a patio with a Jacuzzi, the smell of roses was subsumed in my own scent and the humid, piquant scent of a man well aroused. The hand on my breast began a slow, torturous descent, and I wanted nothing more than for Annie to keep talking, keep planning, anything to keep her from dragging me away from this place, at least for a few more minutes.

I asked about the Jacuzzi, hoping that would give me another minute. By the time she got started about the sites she’d looked up online and the builders she’d talked to, I was rocking back against the hardness, craning my neck to yield as much bare skin as possible to teeth and tongue and lips all soft and warm and wet and sharp and hard and demanding. Oh,

I tried to be as unobtrusive as possible, but looking back, I wonder how the hell Annie couldn’t see? How could she have missed it? But she rattled on and on about some builder just up the road near Keswick who was supposed to be really good, some guy named Michael. Like I gave a fuck.

The study suddenly felt stuffy and overheated, and Michael’s grip on my hand convulsed. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t look at me.

Magda paid little attention to either my discomfort or Michael’s. She just kept on reading.

He was cute, Annie said. That led to observations about this Michael’s broad shoulders and nice arse and speculation as to whether or not he would be any good in bed, and was it wise to seduce him before he put in her Jacuzzi or wait till after and seduce him in it. All the while I nodded and pretended to be interested.

I was thankful for the extra time, but Christ, how could she not notice me standing there, legs apart, rocking back and forth and shifting from foot to foot like I had ants in my knickers? In truth, what I wanted in my knickers surely couldn’t actually be there, and yet I felt it, fucking hell, how I felt it! I swear, I could feel muscle and sinew. Hell, I could feel the actual shape of an erection as though we were both naked, as though all he need do, this dark being who surely was just my imagination, was bend me over and open me, me struggling to keep my breathing quiet, me struggling to focus enough attention on my friend that she wouldn’t suspect I was about to come. Oh yes, I was terrified. I would have, should have, run, if I hadn’t been so intrigued, so turned on. I just wanted one more second, and then another and another.

In desperation that shocks me even now as I write this in the dark silence of Annie’s flat, I grabbed onto a wrist that I swear was as solid and warm as my own and guided the caress, the tease, the fondling of fingers and palm down my belly toward where I really needed it to be.

Annie yammered on about this Michael, all the things she’d heard about him, all the things she wanted to do to him—at least I think she did. My God, my whole body felt alive, every cell, every molecule. I could damn near feel the coursing of my own blood through my veins. You have no idea what an exhilarating combination fear and arousal make. I lost track of what Annie was saying, and the air was filled with the scent of sex. I could smell him, actually smell this phantom man, who was as near release as I was, and I was sure, as my knees gave beneath me, I felt the warm wet of his orgasm against my lower back. And then for an instant everything around me was silk and darkness, so perfect, so ecstatic. But just beyond that warm tight space, I knew. I knew as well as I know my own breath, I was terrified, and what I felt was like no terror I’d ever known before and, holy God in heaven, I want to feel it again.

And then I was shivering on my knees against the stone floor in the crypt at Chapel House.

“Susan? Susan, you’re scaring me.” Annie’s worried face invaded my field of vision before she half-blinded me with her Maglite. “Are you all right? What the hell happened?”

“Sorry, I got a little lightheaded there. Probably just blood sugar. I missed lunch,” I lied, stumbling quickly to my feet, making a quick swipe at the back of my skirt, surprised to find it was dry. Glancing over my shoulder into the narrow beam of the Maglite, I saw only the empty darkness of the crypt and the tunnel that led back to the rusted barred door. But I was certain someone was there, someone I hungered for way more than I hungered for food. And I was equally certain that I would have Him.


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About K D Grace

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 Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and 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, Interviewing Wade are all available.

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Prophet of Chaos Tour – Spotlight and Character Interview

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Tell Us About Yourself

Amy Reese, Acolyte of, well, I suppose I should say both Lord Hate and Lady Lust, but I do a lot of work for all of Hell’s Pit Lords. We’ll just stick with Amy, I guess.

Please tell us a little about yourself.
It may sound like a cliché, but I grew up in a really religious family. My parents were hugely active in the church, I was in the youth group too. Then there was, well, something really terrible happening with our youth pastor. I won’t go into details, but the whole church imploded after that. It set me out looking for something different, something that spoke to me. That was when I heard the good news about our Dark Lord! Some would say I’m bad, that I’m evil. I’d challenge them to check their perspective. I’m evil according to who, the Bible? Everyone’s evil according to that. That’s how they get you and control you.

Describe your appearance in 10 words or less.
Some say I’m like an alt-model, but that’s pretty reductivist.

Do you have a moral code? If so what is it?
I’d say moral codes are the whole problem with humanity right now. It has us all as slaves to Heaven’s endless rulebook, and it’s so arbitrary! Well, I shouldn’t say arbitrary. It’s really about God and all of his prudish angels trying to control our bodies and our minds like good little sheep. I don’t buy into any of that. I look out for my fellow acolytes, but if I have an ethos I would say it’s all about liberating humanity from those oppressive bible-thumpers. That’s my cause. Morality doesn’t necessarily enter into it, because it’s really more about the objective. If you want to liberate people, sometimes that means getting your hands dirty, and that’s something I’ve shown I’m totally willing to do. It’s all for the greater good.

Would you kill for those you love?
I’ve done more than my share of wetwork for my church and for my fellow acolytes. It’s all part of serving the Dark Lord’s cause. People who stand in the way often deserve what’s coming to them. I’ve even had to do some of the other acolytes in. Reverend Matt has sent me after members of our church that have turned their back on us. Those have been the hardest. Not that I don’t understand that we have to get rid of traitors, they pose the biggest threat to us since they know too much, but because knowing they were so close to really living for themselves. They almost broke Heaven’s hold over their mind and body. It’s always a shame, but I suppose I’m doing them a service.

Would you die for those you love?
There was a man named Ethan, he was a Hell of a Necromancer. He almost brought Heaven to its knees. I didn’t know him for very long, but I wish I’d been there when he made his last stand fighting by his side. I would’ve died for him, but he turned me away. He said I could do more, inspire more if I stayed alive. He might’ve been right, but it would’ve been amazing to go out in a blaze of glory with him.

Do you have a family? Tell us about them.
I don’t really talk to them anymore. After my Betrayal Rite, the thing I had to do to join my church and become an acolyte, it caused a big public scandal. They disowned me. My fellow acolytes and Reverend Matt, my Sorcerer, they’re my family now. And I’m always out recruiting, bringing more people into the fold. Reverend Matt says I’m one of the best in his entire flock.

Tell Us About Your World

Please give us a little information about the world in which you live.
Well, I’m from the DC suburbs. I suppose that is like a whole separate world. So much politics, news, and media. I follow all of it, but it’s more like a disease. The whole system sickens me, because in the end it’s nothing but a big web of oppression designed to keep us all in line and marching to Heaven’s drum.

Do you travel in the course of your adventures? If so where?
Occasionally I go out of town to pick up relics, network with other acolytes, and even recruit some out-of-towners that can be helpful to our cause. Sometimes I go to less normal places, I’ve even seen parts of Hell in visions. Mostly I stay around the DC area. That’s where Reverend Matt and the Pit Lords need me.

Does your world have magic? If so how is it viewed in your world?
You know, most people don’t know about it, but magic’s kinda common. Well, not that common, but it’s certainly out there. Most people think it’s not real, but it’s all around them. Maybe not one in a hundred, or even one in a thousand, but at least one in every ten thousand either has some innate power or has figured out how to claim some for themselves. Those of us that serve Hell can get it even if we don’t have any innate talents by forming a Covenant with a Demon (“selling your soul” like most people say really dumbs down the significance of the bond it forms) or, how I’ve gotten most of my powers, by bringing people into the fold. The more souls we turn to Hell’s cause, the greater our power grows. That’s why Reverend Matt is so strong, he’s done both and brought countless souls over to the service of the Dark Lord.

Others, of course, get their powers from different places. The churchies get it through praying, following the rules, doing the bidding of the Seraphim, whatever it is that earns them God’s favor with its accompanying blessings and consecrations. The Grays, though? The people that serve Limbo? I honestly have to admit I don’t understand how their power works. There’s a reason people call the Demigod running the whole show “Chaos.” From what I understand, it’s just sort of available to them? Where’s the fun in that? It sounds like cheating, but I understand it’s much harder to call on and control than the uncut stuff we get from Hell.

Does your world have different races of people? If so do they get on with one another?
Race is a social construct, like religion. Something the powers that be have created to keep us fighting among each other instead of uniting and overthrowing our real oppressors. At least, that’s if you consider people, or humanity alone. There are people out there that are not quite human, I guess. I recently met a Defiler, someone who’s kept alive by having Demon blood injected into them. He certainly doesn’t look very human any more, he’s all mutated. Then there are the other hybrids. There are half-Demons, you may have heard of them. The ignorant call them Devilkin. They look mostly human but typically have a lot of arcane power with them. Then there’s the Nephilim, what’s born when a human and an Angel have carnal relations. That’s naturally frowned upon, by almost everyone. The right way for an Angel and a human to have children creates an Archon. They conceive it via immaculate conception, like Jesus, I guess. They, I don’t know, hold hands in a church for awhile until it just happens? I’m no expert on that stuff.

Does your world have any supernatural/mystical beings? Please tell us about some.
There are countless! So many different flavors of Demons, Angels and celestial creatures, and then there’s all the other stuff that comes from Limbo. I’ve gotten to know a lot of the Demons, though. Since Reverend Matt is a Summoner, he can pull them from Hell to our world. It really comes in handy when we have to deal with hostiles from Heaven or Limbo. I’ve seen Cerberi, those cute and vicious three-headed dogs that roam all of Hell’s Circles. I’ve also spoken with a Malthus, the pink bird-man sorcerors of Hate’s Circle. I’ve even beheld the beauty of a Sitri, the seductive life-draining Demons that wander Lust’s Circle. I’ve also seen an Astaroth, another of Hate’s creatures with it’s spiny arms and body. I never care for those, though. I’m always worried I’m going to trip and kill myself just running into it. They’re seriously sharp, with those knife-like quills popping out of all of its body.

Within your civilisation what do you think is the most important discovery/invention?
I don’t know how any of us would do what we do without the internet, particularly the Deep Web. It’s where I can connect to so many other servants of Hell, meet the disaffected, rejected people that are ripe for hearing the good news of our Dark Lord. It’s how I found Reverend Matt and his flock, after all. The possibilities for connecting with like-minded or susceptible people are endless . . .

Author notes:
Book(s) in which this character appears plus links
Hand of Chaos –
Prophet of Chaos –

Author name – J. Hamlet

Website/Blog/Author pages etc. –,


Nathaniel is a man of many gifts. First and foremost is the power of Prophecy. Whenever he sleeps, he dreams of triumphs and tragedies alike, and how to either make them happen or prevent them. With that knowledge, he’s thwarted the world-shaking schemes of Angels and Demons alike. Not surprisingly, every elite agent of both Heaven and Hell are always hunting him, wanting to be the one to take down the notorious man known to most as The Prophet. He’s spent most of his life as a homeless drifter: hiding, dreaming, and passing along the intel from his revelations to those who can take actions, be they government agents, freelance wizards, or less savory occult figures.

Recently, he’s been plagued by a series of recurring visions that threaten to force him out of his shadowy life and into the spotlight. He’s seen the world ready to plummet into a new dark ages. A Senator with presidential aspirations is on one side, backed by the most ruthless of Heaven’s forces and seeking to transform the world into a brutal theocracy. A church of Demon-worshipping terrorists also stand ready to launch a bloody revolution through mass murders, demonic possession, and civil war that will literally bring about Hell on earth. Nathaniel stands in the middle, struggling to stop both sides from realizing their chosen versions of humanity’s future with everything in his mystical arsenal. And he can’t do it alone.

Author Bio

J. Hamlet has made what you might call a career out of being a red tape slinger and beltway bandit and has lived in and around Washington, DC for most of his adult life. Originally from the dirty sands of Chesapeake, VA, he’s been writing to pass the time and exorcise his demons since he was a teenager. He wrote many horrible books back then. These are better, at least he hopes so. His writing blends many different genres: spy thriller, supernatural thriller, and philosophy into an intoxicating and original mash. He also enjoys nerding out about food, baking, beer, homebrewing, and taking too many pictures of his dog.

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Giveaway:  There is a giveaway for this tour. One (1) $25 Amazon giftcard and five (5) $10 Amazon giftcards. Ends 6/17. Open Internationally. Void where prohibited.

Back into Hell – Hell Week 2015 – Altos the Angel

Now who’d expect to find an angel in Hell, except of course his lordship, the Fallen One? Amongst the damned his presence is…unusual. So over to you… (brave angel this one…misguided perhaps but brave).

Character Spotlight

About yourself:

*Who are/were you? I am Altos, an angel on special assignment.

* Why do YOU think you’re in Hell? I am here to rehabilitate His Satanic Majesty.

Who are your friends/allies here? All well-meaning souls I consider my allies, those not entirely given over to iniquity.

Describe your home/environment in Hell. I arrived with the fallen and have watched Hell develop from total darkness to its current state. Although I hail from on high this is my home for now, wherever the Prince holds forth you will find me.

Do you have any enemies here? My adversaries are the blind passions of the damned, most significantly Vengeance.

Come on be honest, what do you think of HSM leadership? Satan is comprehensible, if not justifiable, and actually a lover of beauty in his way.

Author Spotlight

*Name and bio.

Chris Morris

* Tell us about your story for this edition. The Wager relates an incident involving Satan and Altos where militaristic hordes from all ages have gathered for a “final” reckoning.

What inspired you to use the character(s) you’ve chosen? Satan’s isolation and profound understanding of humanity are fascinating, yet very difficult to draw—in this story by resort to a ghastly and grand-scale event demonstrating the worst proclivities of his charges, the lost souls of men. Because of his proposition to the angel—his most worthy, divine audience—he can indulge his urge to instruct his eternal adversary on high. Even Satan loves company.

What are you currently working on? I’m narrating audio books; I’ve completed The Sacred Band a novel by Janet Morris and myself and I, the Sun by Janet Morris. Next up is Shards of the Glass Slipper II: Queen Alice, by Roy Mauritsen.

Name the last two books you’ve read – tell us about them. Re-read The Golden Sword by Janet Morris, the second volume in her Silistra series quartet and The Best Poems in the English Language by Harold Bloom, his compendium of great poetical works and a great starting point for those like me who seek a chronological framework in which to appreciate the history of poetry in our language.

What marketing tips/writing advice can you offer other authors? Until you’ve found your storytelling voice as distinct from those writers you admire, write only what you know as passionately and articulately as you can without distorting your effort by trend-following or obeisance to niche-market rules and practices. Find and write what only you can and love the moments of total immersion necessary to bring them to life.

Heroes in Hell (series)

A Week in Hell – Day 1 – an interview with the Devil

Now this is something that doesn’t happen every day… the special guest on my blog is Satan. Yes Lucifer himself. 

Welcome (I think) to the Hell Interview Channel, brought to you infernally hour after hour.

Name (s) Satan, the Deceiver, Son of the Morning, Old Scratch, Old Nick, Shaitan, Prince of Lies, Lucifer (not to be mistaken for Lucifer the Lesser).

Age (before death and after you ended up in HSM’s domain). I was the second most powerful in Heaven; I don’t age.

Please tell us a little about yourself. I bet God that I could prove to him that mankind was flawed, an unworthy impulse, and lost. I vied with the Almighty for control of the great Above, and lost again, was cast down along with my faithful, a third of the angels then in among the heavenly host.

Who were you in life? I never sunk so low as to live a life.

How do you think you ended up in Hell?I was bested by the Almighty in a war that tore the firmament apart.  He cast me and mine down, and down, into the Deep, where for an eternity we flew with no place to alight.

Describe your appearance in 10 words or less. As I like it:  white, beauteous or black, awful.

Where do you live in Hell? Tell us about your residence and area. New Hell is my domain, all the hells that came after the invention of Christianity are mine to hold and rule, including all the underworlds of infernity.

Do you have a moral code? If so what is it? Is your moral code the same as it was in life? Not having had a life, I have only a code by which we judge those who once lived. The 613 Commandments were not suggestions; any who broke any one or more of them — and ignorance is no excuse, nor is agnosticism, nor atheism — are mine to teach what torment truly means.

Before I was cast down, I enjoyed the company of the Highest, bathed in glorious light. Mankind is the reason for the war in heaven, and unto them we render just punishment, for they brought us here, all the fallen angels who followed me.  And here we stay, by deific decree, making our little patch of all the hells most hellish.

Would you kill for those you love? After all sending someone to the Undertaker is not very nice! I love the Almighty. I sentence souls to their just deserts; we kill them regularly, and resurrect them, and kill them more. But they never learn.  Some day, He will see that we were right, that humanity is fatally flawed with hubris and despite.  Until then, dying only improves them a little bit:  it makes them wary.

Would you die for those you love? Die, being a relative term….Death is denied all of us. We have lost our heavenly lives, because of humanity, and banishment is our lot. No angel wants death, nor oblivion. Being denied the face of God is punishment enough. These questions seemed designed for damned souls, not their overlords.

Do you have any phobias? Are you plagued by anything particular in Hell? I am plagued by the stupidity of mankind, the unwillingness of humanity to accept its flawed nature; its inability to admit defeat.  So we must torture them more and more:  from Above, seven personified weapons and one god of plague and mayhem were sent here to make sure we torture damned souls hard enough, and well enough, and long enough.  And so we will.  We’ll go not back unto the Deep:  too cold down there, with no place to land, flying in darkness forever…

What do you think Satan’s most creative punishment is here? Cleverest?  Most just, you mean:  rebirth – the damned can find no way out of here but oblivion, and that is unavailable to most.  They die and die and die again, and so few ever can repent.  Only a handful of souls have ever held their anger long enough and well enough to deserve manumission:  it’s the nature of the arrogant thieves in hell to change everything but themselves.

Who are your friends here? My fallen angels, the top twelve of those.  Samalel, Angel of Death, is closest to me of the fallen host.  Michael, my familiar, is my only ‘friend’ in the way you mean, and he is not human, and never was.

Who are your enemies? All the teeming damned, begging and crying and whining and scheming and lying and dying again and again for crimes they continually repeat.

If I recall relationships are… difficult, is this the side of humanity you miss the most? Sex, you mean? I can have sex with any soul, with the most famed temptresses, with president and kings. I can make any of the damned love me…  well, nearly any. I am embarked upon a fling with William Shakespeare at the moment, and sex is the most minute part of the love I crave from any soul who takes my fancy….

Please give us an interesting and unusual fact about yourself. Marilyn Monroe was my private secretary for many years.


Book(s) in which this character appears plus links

Lawyers in Hell

Rogues in Hell

Dreamers in Hell

Poets in Hell

Author name Janet Morris

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