To Rome With Lust by KD Grace

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I’d like to thank In The Pages of a Good Book for hosting me today on the To Rome with Lust Blog Tour and Giveaway. It’s a pleasure to be here and to finally be sharing some of the stories that come out of the original Mount.


When I wrote The Initiation of Ms Holly, the first of The Mount novels, it was a no-brainer that The Roman Mount should be not only the oldest of the Mount covens, but also the head of The Mount. I suppose it was, in a way, to counterbalance the presence of the Vatican in the city, but it was more the fact that Rome had been the seat of civilization for a very, very long time, and I couldn’t imagine the original Mount not being steeped in history at least as ancient as Republican Rome, with lots of Pagan ritual mixed in with all of the orgiastic fun. Here are five reasons why Rome just had to be the head of The Mount.


Hercules in the Republic temple complex Ostia AnticaI

The sexy statuary. Who isn’t inspired by sexy sculptures? It doesn’t matter if they’re naked or about to get naked or simply contemplating how cool it would be if they took of their clothes, the statuary in Rome is reason enough in itself to make it the best possible place for the head office of The Mount Sex Cult. Let’s face it, there’s nothing like hard marble to … well you get the picture J


House of the Vestal Virgins Roman ForumII

‘What have the Romans ever done for us?’ Well for one thing, they left some pretty incredible ancient ruins, and at least for me, few places inspire naughty thoughts quite like a good dose of antiquity. For starters, may I refer you back to number one, because really, if there’s anything cooler than naked statuary, it’s ancient naked statuary. Another great thing about ancient ruins is that they’re … well, ruined. That means lots of hidey-holes and staircases leading to secret places for a good grope and overgrown gardens with more naked ancient statuary. Even if you can’t get away with a lover to partake of a little groping in a nice tumbled-down villa on a mosaic floor with more images of naked people doing sexy things, you can certainly fantasize. And if you’re a writer, well you’re in a virtual paradise of inspiration.


Vatican view from Piazza del PopoloIII

Vatican City. Oh yes! Right there in the middle of Rome where there are priests and cardinals and nuns from all over the world being celibate, a little ancient pagan Roman orgiastic fun is the perfect counterbalance, a celebration of sexuality, which is what The Mount is all about. After all, those ancient fertility rites are celebrations of what happens when people get naked. Where else could it possibly be but in the Eternal City?


Villa d'Este Gardens Inspiration for the Mount's VillaIV

Fountains and gardens. Rome is full of both and the only thing more sexy than a garden is a garden full of fountains. Two words … Villa d’Este! And, at the risk of being repetitive, the only thing sexier than a garden full of fountains is a garden full of fountains adorned with frolicking naked statuary. You see, I think it’s a combination of two essential ingredients – inspiration, and a place to do something about that inspiration. Fountains and statues are sexy. Gardens and grottos are places to do something about the sexiness.


Waiting for the FOOOOD!V

Fabulous food, drink and coffeeee! Few things make a person hungrier than a marathon of good sex behind the fountains in a renaissance garden. And with all those lovely Mediterranean flavors, pizza, pasta, meats, all washed down with copious amounts of good Italian wine. Oh, and let’s not forget the pastries. And did I mention tiramisu? Then there’s the coffee – there’s a wonderfully unpretentious coffee bar on every corner and NO PAPER CUPS!





Do you feel inspired yet? I know I do. And here’s a little excerpt from To Rome with Lust to prove my point.


To Rome with LustBook three of The Mount trilogy (Click here for Book One | Book Two)


The adventure that Rita Holly began in The Mount in London and Nick Chase took up in Vegas continues when a sizzling encounter on a flight to Rome has journalist, Liza Calendar, and perfumer, Paulo ‘The Nose’ Delacour, in sexy olfactory heaven. The heir apparent of Martelli Fragrance, Paulo wants Liza’s magnificently sensitive nose to help develop Martelli’s controversial new line. Paulo has a secret weapon; Martelli Fragrance is the front for the original Mount, an ancient sex cult of which he is a part, and Paulo plans to use the scent of sex to enhance Martelli’s Innuendo line. As Liza and Paulo sniff out the scent of seduction, they become their own best lab rats. But when someone steals the perfume formulas and lays the blame at Liza’s feet, she and Paulo must sniff out the culprit and prove Liza’s innocence before more is exposed than just secret formulas.


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Angelo knelt between Lucia’s legs and then with slow deliberateness of which Paulo would have thought the man incapable, he nipped and sucked and licked his way up the inside of Lucia’s left thigh. Her arms flailed and she groaned out loud, curling one fist into a tuft of grass that had grown up between the travertine stones and fisting the other in Angelo’s hair as though she could drag him up her body faster, but he took his time.


‘Angelo, please. Please! Angelo, Angelo, Angelo!’ By the time he had rested her bare feet on his shoulders and settled into the feast she offered between her thighs, Lucia called his name like a mantra, and Paulo was convinced that a person would have to have no sense of smell at all not to smell the heat. His cock was hard inside his trousers as much from watching Liza’s response to Angelo’s shift in game plan as to what Angelo and Lucia were actually doing.


‘That’s better, oh God, that’s better, so much better,’ Liza said between gasps for breath.


‘What do you smell?’ Lucia managed with a little yelp as Angelo nibbled her clit. ‘Tell us what you smell.’


‘I smell arid summer and pine, I smell honey and lime and seashore. I smell hot metal and wet forest floor, I smell … I smell your orgasm like a sea storm.’


And before she finished the sentence Lucia bucked her hips and grasped Angelo tightly between her thighs as her cries echoed off the ancient walls of the ruins.


‘I want you in my mouth! I want you in my mouth, I want you in my mouth,’ Lucia babbled incoherently. To Paulo’s surprise, Angelo wasn’t the Dom tonight. He obeyed, shifting until his body arched over her, shoving and kicking until his trousers and boxers were off in a heap at his side. Then he lowered his cock into her mouth, positioning himself carefully so that she could take him into her throat, her head back, her mouth wide and begging like a baby bird, moaning pleasure as he lowered himself into a classic 69 position. Then with the flat of his hand, he opened her thighs, planted a lazy tongue kiss in her navel, then battled the front of the beleaguered Thong to bury his face back in her slit. Almost immediately she whimpered against his cock and her hips bucked. Lucia could come all night long. Everyone at The Mount knew that about her.


But it was what Liza was doing that had Paulo on the edge of coming. The way she sniffed, the way her eyelids fluttered then closed, the way she encouraged the lovers, the way she talked to herself of the scent of sea and earth and heavy thunderstorms. Oh God, he wanted to march right over to her, push up her skirt and bury his cock in her soft wet folds, and he knew she would be so wet, so slick. He knew she would be ready and yielding and that she would take him to the hilt and he would be in ecstasy with her butter and honey scent curling around his lightening storm heat. He stood very still, breathing deeply, deeply enough to smell sex, deeply enough to feel it in his cells, but as Angelo wiped his face on his arm and repositioned himself to thrust into Lucia’s pussy again, and as she wrapped her legs around him and howled another orgasm, it wasn’t either of them that was making him desperate for some relief of his own. It was Liza, Liza reveling in an orgy of scent, Liza like a goddess in her element.


And when Angelo ejaculated with a roar, like a lion before Hercules, when his whole body convulsed like it would break apart, Paulo knew without a shadow of a doubt the man was feeling something he had never felt before. He was experiencing another dimension to sex, and he was a man who was jaded by experience.


But Liza knew that too. He could see it as she dropped to her knees gasping for breath, eyes closed, trembling, trembling all over. And Paulo could hold back no more, he rushed to her side and pulled her possessively into his arms. She uttered a startled yelp, then she looked up at him as though she wasn’t sure how he’d gotten there, as though she had been somewhere far away. Then she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him long and hard.


kd grace subclubAbout K D Grace/Grace Marshall

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 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, Fulfilling the Contract, 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 are all available.

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10 thoughts on “To Rome With Lust by KD Grace

  1. Thanks SO much for having me over to talk about To Rome with Lust. It’s a real pleasure to be here.

    KD x

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