The Lady and the Vixen

(Lesbian Victorian Historical Romance)
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Synopsis: After eight years, Lucy Endcott has finally returned to London to visit her dying father, a cold disciplinarian who never approved of his eldest daughter. Lucy is a respected widow, residing in the countryside away from the wicked excess the city has to offer and her unscrupulous ex-lover, the Marchioness Irena de Macey.

When Lucy finds out her youngest brother has gambled away his inheritance at the Pythos Club, she enters the den of iniquity in order to save him. Inside the club she meets the owner’s alluring daughter, Tisha McGrath, who is more than willing to help her brother…for a price.

Tisha longs to introduce Lucy to those secret passions she’s kept hidden away for so long. But dark secrets and transgressions from the past connect their families in shocking ways. Both women will work together to resolve this scandal before it unravels further but Irena is waiting for the right moment to strike, and Lucy may have no other choice but to give into Irena’s demands in order to save the ones she loves from utter ruin.

Excerpt… (From Chapter 5: The first time Lucy and Tisha meet an the Pythos Club)

“I-I don’t have any secrets,” Lucy whispered.

“We all have secrets. Some more than others.” Tisha curved her arm around Lucy’s shoulder. “There, there now, I don’t mean to make you upset. I went too far. It’s obvious Irena means something to you, and from my point of view, she must have hurt you horribly. She’s the type of person who would stomp on another to get what she wants.”

“Why are you telling me this and asking me all these questions? Is this your idea of a cruel joke?” Lucy’s voice broke and she lifted the mask to wipe away the sweat from under her eyes.

“I’m a cruel wench. Here, take this.” Tisha produced another handkerchief.

No longer caring if Tisha knew what she looked like, she took off the mask and patted her face.

“Better now?” Tisha asked, running her palm down Lucy’s back.

Lucy nodded and her shoulders slumped. She was exhausted. All she wanted was to go to bed. First she had to find Chase and Colby. But for some reason she didn’t feel the urge to run from the room like before. Perhaps it was because Tisha was humming in her ear. Instead of it being irritating, it soothed her.

“I’m so tired. It’s been such a long day.”

“There’s no need for you to leave yet. Here, rest your cheek on my shoulder.” Tisha ran her fingers over the side of Lucy’s face. Lucy nestled comfortably against Tisha, who only a moment ago frightened her with her insightfulness. It had been so long since Lucy had confided her darkest fears and secrets to someone. And that someone, whom she once gave her heart to, waited outside, possibly searching for her. Never again would she trust anyone like she had with Irena. But a small part of her wanted to reveal what lay hidden in her heart.

“I don’t know what’s come over me. It must be the stress of dealing with my father’s illness and being back home, surrounded by so many memories.” Lucy twisted the handkerchief and shut her eyes. I could fall asleep right now and—

Tisha laid her palm against the side of Lucy’s neck. Lucy opened her eyes and lifted her head. Tisha smiled tenderly and placed a soft kiss on Lucy’s mouth. Lucy gasped and moved back, but Tisha curved her arm around Lucy’s waist, restraining her.

“I can help you forget your burdens for a while if you’ll let me. No one will ever have to know,” Tisha whispered and kissed the tip of Lucy’s nose.

Lucy didn’t struggle or stop Tisha when she lowered her down onto the chaise. Lucy dropped her arms to her sides and stared up at the woman who ran her fingers across Lucy’s cheek and then her lips. She became lost in the spell of Tisha’s touch and the likelihood of what was to come.

“You don’t have to do anything at all. Let me take care of you,” Tisha said, and her lips met the middle of Lucy’s chin. Her tongue came out and flicked over the skin. Lucy moaned from the sensation.

“How does that feel?” Tisha asked, moving up to Lucy’s mouth.

“Strange.” Lucy’s answer sounded like a croak to her ears, and before she could clear her throat, Tisha’s mouth came down over hers.

Lucy stiffened but then relaxed as Tisha rubbed her lips back and forth. She shut her eyes and clutched Tisha’s shoulder, opening her mouth to let Tisha’s tongue inside. Tisha slid her tongue in, circling up and down, finding Lucy’s tongue and engaging in an intimate dance that caused Lucy to become damp.

Lucy dug her fingers into Tisha’s shoulder, the sensation of another tongue on her own almost too much to take. She arched up, pressing her chest against Tisha’s, her nipples spearing her bodice, longing to be free and fondled. She hadn’t been touched and pleasured by another person in such a long time. She wanted Tisha to be the one to break her dry spell and give her peace in a form of a climax.

Tisha’s kisses grew harder and more demanding. Lucy cupped Tisha’s face, and raked her fingers through her hair. Tisha broke off the kiss and panted, staring down at Lucy with heavy-lidded eyes.

“More?”

“Yes.” Lucy nodded and drew Tisha’s face toward her again for more wonderful kissing.

Wasting Away in Deadsville

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Synopsis: What’s a vampire like Ginny to do when she’s stuck all alone in New York City surrounded by mindless, rotting zombies? The zombie apocalypse has occurred, and Ginny’s stuck drinking zombie blood for nourishment. She’s also bored and lonely with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. But then she finds a beautiful human woman, unconscious, on a boat and ripe for the taking. Now Ginny has a tough decision. Does she gorge herself silly on the human’s precious blood or give her captive a precious gift-immortality?

Excerpt:

Who’d have thought after the world ended it would be boring as hell? The zombie apocalypse was exciting as watching tumbleweed roll down Route 66.

“Someone kill me!” Ginny yelled, lying on top of a rusted taxi in the middle of what used to be Times Square. At least one benefit about the world going to shit was with no electricity she could view the stars perfectly. She would have preferred the sounds of owls or cicadas instead of the relentless groaning of the mindless undead as they dragged their feet around.

Sighing, she glanced at a male zombie standing way to close with breath like road kill. She grabbed her shotgun, held it up to its forehead and blasted it away. It fell to the ground as the shot echoed off the rusted, gutted buildings. She was beyond bored after thousands of zombie kills under her belt.

Her stomach released a growl. She was so sick of this shit. Sick of having no one to talk to, and sick of all the rotting, decaying bodies. Air freshener could only cover up so much. Drinking undead blood sucked in ways she never thought possible.

She sat up and stretched, wiping away her jeans splattered in zombie brains. To think she once drank from the most rich and satisfying of blood…real live human blood!

If she’d left with the others years ago, she wouldn’t be stuck in this predicament, all alone on an island that used to house millions of blood donors for her choosing. Now she was left with the dregs and not thrilled about the possibility of feeding on rotting, decaying zombie blood for the rest of her life.

Zombie blood tasted like ass.

“Knowing my luck, I’ll probably turn into a walking corpse any day now from the amount blood I’ve ingested from your kind over the past five years. Right, Laura?” she called out to the one armed female zombie standing a short distance away. She’d named her Laura, after her dear departed sister, who’d hung herself as Atlanta burned during the war between the North and the South. She had no idea way this zombie, out of the millions, followed her around. She could’ve snuffed out Laura’s pathetic, mindless unlife, but it made her feel not so lonely seeing a familiar face now and again.

She tapped her gun against the car. Thousands of zombies shuffled around, bumping into one another without any purpose. Day in and day out it was the same. She needed a change in scenery before she ended up shooting herself in the head. She had no other option but to pack up her belongings and drive to Canada. The last she heard was a vampire commune had been set up there using any remaining humans as livestock.

She glanced up at the sky again. A few hours left until sunrise. She’d start heading back to her brownstone and perhaps treat herself to her one of her precious bags of human blood she had on tap. She jumped off the taxi and pulled her shotgun over her shoulder. She’d hold off blowing any other zombies away. That was what the weekdays were for anyway.

Macabre Delights

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Synopsis: A masked ball, on a dark and stormy Halloween night, leads to the innocent and sheltered Annabelle finding the woman of her dreams with the seductive Trinity.
But Annabelle gets more than she bargained for when her fantasy turns into a macabre nightmare.

Sexy excerpt…

Trinity pressed her finger over Annabelle’s lips. She moved her face in close and whispered against her ear. “Why are you so nervous? You act as if I’m going to eat you like the big bad wolf wanted to do with Little Red Riding Hood.”

Annabelle frowned. What a very strange thing to say. “I, ah…I’m not used to big crowds and dressing up like this. I don’t even know why I’m here. I should go.”  She backed away. Trinity took a step toward her.

“Why do you think you should leave? There must be a reason you wanted to come.”

She continued moving back while Trinity followed her. When she met the wall, she stopped. A blonde curl fell over her eye. She went to push her hair away, but Trinity placed the curl between her fingers, rubbing it.

Annabelle exhaled. “I was sent this invitation,” She held it up. “I don’t know why. I really don’t understand any of this.”

Trinity looked at her in amusement and took the paper out of her hand and flung it to the floor. “Stop thinking so hard on why you were chosen to attend. Enjoy yourself. Here you can be anyone you want to be and with anyone you long for. No one will judge.”

“How do you know that?” Annabelle asked.

Trinity took hold of Annabelle’s hands and placed them on either side of her hips. “I’ve come to parties here before. There’s a reason why each person has been invited. Did you know at the turn of the century this mansion held special parties where only the most elite of society attended?”

“What type of special parties?” she whispered, her eyes widening as Trinity’s mouth met her shoulder and sucked on her skin.

“Hmm.” Trinity moaned, moving her hands over Annabelle’s arms, traveling slowly until she found her bodice and caressed her breasts.

Island Pleasures (1Night Stand Series)

“Island Pleasures by KT Grant is a quick and steamy read. But it also has something that some quick steamy reads seem to be missing lately: it has heart.”- Yummy Men and Kick Ass Chicks

(Part of the 1 Night Stand Series)

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Synopsis: Carly Kimball, columnist for the popular magazine Chit-Chat Weekly, is going undercover to reveal the truth behind Madame Evangeline and 1Night Stand. She’ll infiltrate the Grand Turk Castillo hotel and resort for her tell-all article. But Carly is in for an even bigger shock when she comes in contact with a man from her past, Quinn Alfasi, who she shared one passionate night with back in college.

Quinn never thought he’d see Carly again, and now six years later she’s come back into his life. He’ll do whatever he has to in order to expose her as a liar and a fraud. But then his best friend Woody shows an interest. Quinn won’t allow her to fall for Woody’s charms even if he has to team up with his Lothario best friend to claim Carly as his own.

Sexy excerpt…

“If you moved here, you could have us at you beck and call every day.” Woody ran his hands up and down her calves.

She gifted him a sleepy stare. “I have responsibilities back at home. I can’t just up and leave because of an amazing massage.”

Quinn snorted and she gave him a frown.

“Responsibilities? Writing for a gossip rag? You should write for a more respectable publication. You deserve better than Chit-Chat Weekly,” he announced and dropped his arm around her torso. His thumb roamed against her side and dangerously close to her breast.

She bit her lip to stop from moaning. What was wrong with her? She shouldn’t act this way with Woody around. What could he be thinking?

Woody squeezed the back of her calf. She did moan out loud then.

He circled the inside of her knee. “Don’t freak out, but Quinn shared your file with me, including the questionnaire you filled out for that matchmaking service.”

“Yeah, and?” she asked, trying to not squirm as Quinn’s touch grew more daring. She halted his roaming hand. He snickered and stuck his face into her hair.

Woody halted his administrations. His bold stare made her heart stop. Suddenly the temperature in the room rose and that familiar tingling sensation in between her thighs magnified.

“You weren’t lying when you said in the fantasy portion of the questionnaire how you’re interested in a threesome and would like to try one with two men,” he announced, his voice strong and steady.

She sat up and glared at him. “You think I want to have a threesome because I mentioned it in some questionnaire? I did it as a joke. What woman in her right mine would do such a thing?”

“Many women do. You’d be amazed by how many female guests want to try something different in the bedroom because they think anything goes here. The stories I could tell you would make your ears bleed. Or perhaps make you come,” Quinn whispered and kissed her cheek.

“You’re serious?” Shock flew through her body. “Are you telling me you’ve had a threesome before?”

“A few times.” He ran his finger along the side of her throat. “Don’t knock it until you try it.” Before she could respond, he gave her a kiss that had her clutching his arms for support.

He roamed over her mouth in possession. She sighed as his tongue swiped along her lips and teeth until she opened her mouth to let him in. When his hand slipped inside the bodice of her dress, she lifted up, wanting him to touch her all over, naked. But when another pair of hands skated up her legs, she moved away from his plundering mouth. At some point Woody had removed his shirt and was stroking the inside of her thighs.

The heat in her stomach turned to liquid fire and settled in her pussy. She shook her head and scrutinized both men. “You can’t think…we should…”

“Why not? We both like one another and I can sense you’re attracted to me.” Woody nudged his chin in Quinn’s direction. “Quinn’s always been more comfortable sharing a woman together. Right buddy?”

Quinn’s hand stilled over her breast. He stared at her in not only lust but also in trepidation. She rested her palm against his cheek and he closed his eyes. A small smile filled his face. “Woody’s right. I haven’t had many lovers. The times I’ve been intimate with a woman, Woody’s joined me.”

“Are you saying I scarred you?” she whispered, stunned beyond belief.

He half-shook his head. “I wouldn’t go that far, but for some reason when Woody and I came to Grand Turk, we went wild. One of the things we had was our first ménage together, and since then, more. Woody has enjoyed one-on-one times with a lady.” His eyes opened and heat poured from them as he studied her. “But I never have. What we experienced together in the office and you here now gives me hope…shit, I’m not making any sense. You must think I’m a pervert.”

“We all have strange desires. Some act on them, while others push them way down inside, ashamed by how they feel. I live in Vegas of all places, so kinky sex doesn’t freak me out. I don’t think you’re a perv,” she said and hugged him. He hid his face in the crook of his neck. She stroked the top of his head and kissed his cheek. Woody sat there quiet, watching and seeming to wait for her next move.

She always thought she was fearless and bold, and in that moment she wanted to do something so radical she would have never thought in a million years she would do. She mouthed to Woody, “okay”, and tilting Quinn’s face up, kissed him. She put everything she had into it. When he responded and tightened his arms around her, she straddled him.

He tasted better than the sangria she drank, and sipped from his lips. He increased the force of the kiss until she panted and rocked against him, greedy for her release.

“What do you want?” he asked around her mouth, moving down to suck on her throat where he had marked her.

Granting him access to her neck, she turned and looked at Woody who pulled down his shorts and stroked his cock. He gripped his length and jerked his hand fast, giving her a lusty stare. She wanted to feel his hands on her while she road Quinn and made him come deep inside her.

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“This is a smokin’ f/f tale with a realistic storyline and I look forward to more from KT.” Author, Lucy Felthouse

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Synopsis: Jerri can’t sleep at night. Every night she hears Krysta pleasure herself with her vibrator in her bedroom. Jerri wants to be the one to help Krysta find satisfaction and much more.

Then one night Jerri’s jealousy gets the best of her and she confronts Krysta. She’ll prove to her that something like a vibrator can’t give her satisfaction, and only a flesh and blood woman like herself can.

Spicy Excerpt…

As she turned away, her roommate grabbed her shoulder. “I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t expect her to kiss me, but before I could push her away, you ran off.” She moved in closer.

“You’ve been crying?”

Wrenching away, she backed off a few steps. “Even if I were, what does it matter? I grow emotional when I drink, you know that.”

“I’m calling bullshit on that lame ass excuse.” Krysta shook her head. “You’re upset I was flirting with another woman? You were doing the same exact thing with Casey. You kissed him first! Now we’re even and we can put this whole night behind us.”

“Argh!” Jerri yanked on her hair. “Even? How are we even? I’m sick of you flaunting yourself around acting like you’re the shit. It’s bad enough I can’t sleep at night with you using your vibrator, keeping me up at all hours and getting me turned on.” Her heaving chest and angry pants cut off her breath.

Krysta stared at her, red faced. “You listen to me masturbating every night? That’s… sick.”

“Sick?” Irate, she jabbed her finger into Krysta’s chest. “You know what’s sick? Using an inanimate object to get you off when you have a living, breathing person here who would be more than willing to do that.”

Her eyes widened. “I know what you did in the bathroom last night.”

“Yeah so?” she spat, curling her fingers into the front of Krysta’s T-shirt. “I went ahead and fucked myself with my own dildo because all I wanted to do was storm into your bedroom and make you scream out my name as you came.”

“I think we should forget this conversation ever happened and just go to bed—”

“Fuck this. I’m done arguing with you.” She twisted her hands into Krysta’s hair, taking her mouth in a hard kiss.

Strong hands wrapped around her shoulders, but didn’t push her away. She increased the pressure and thrust her tongue in Krysta’s mouth, sucking down hard on her bottom lip. Their tongues tangled over one another in greedy hunger.

She cupped Krysta’s breasts and broke away. “After tonight you won’t need an inanimate object or another woman to make you come. I’m taking what belongs to me.”