Executive Decision by Grace Marshall ~ Excerpt, Exclusive Character Interview and Giveaway ~

Executive Decision by Grace Marshall ~ Excerpt, Exclusive Character Interview and Giveaway ~

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Overworked CEO Ellison Thorne has no time for sex, let alone romance. The only answer, at least where his retiring business partner Beverly is concerned, is a no-strings sex clause in her replacement’s contract, designed to make Ellis’ busy life easier – and hotter. But she’s joking, right?

When Dee Henning takes over Beverly’s job, sparks fly between her and Ellis, but work takes priority in driven Dee’s life too. Can one night of passion in a Paris hotel room prove Beverly’s Sex Clause is their secret to success in the boardroom and the bedroom, and what will happen if that private clause becomes public knowledge?



Character Interview

Thanks for having me back over at the SubClub, Nina. It’s always so much fun here, and it’s great to be here as my alter-ego, Grace Marshall, to kick off the The Executive Decisions Blog Tour.


Don’t forget that I’m celebrating the tour by giving away two print copies of the first book of the trilogy, An Executive Decision. Enter to win at the end of this post.


I’m very pleased to say I have a special treat for the SubClub today. Both of the fabulous Thorne brothers have agreed to be here today to talk about a topic I’m dying to hear more about, and I think you all will be too –The Executive Sex Clause. I’m pretty sure Ellison Thorne, CEO of Pneuma Inc and elder brother, would rather not talk about it, but his trouble-making younger brother, Garrett is all ready to spill the beans.


Ellis: Honestly, Grace, of all the topics you could have picked, you picked the Executive Sex Clause? I’m surprised at you.


(No he’s not. Not really)


Garrett: (slaps his brother on the back) Aw, come on, bro, who wouldn’t want to know about the Executive Sex Clause? I mean I’ve had a lot of great ideas, but that’s one of the best.


Ellis: (looking at his brother over the top of his glasses) It’s one of the stupidest. Besides you were drunk.


Garrett: Not too drunk to be brilliant, and especially with Beverly’s help.


Ellis: You were both drunk.


Garrett: And even drunk, we still brilliant. Besides we had your best interest at heart, bro. I mean really, if the CEO Pneuma Inc and king of the win-win deal can’t get laid, somebody’s gotta sort him out, and the Executive Sex Clause would totally do that.


Ellis: (My God! Is the man actually blushing? Wow! It looks good on him too! Ellison Thorne is NOTED for his control, his poker face. Leave it to a sibling to push all the right buttons) Christ, Garrett, you got a big mouth. I can get laid. I have no trouble getting laid.


Garrett: Of course you can get laid, bro. You’re the mighty Ellison Thorne. All you’d have to do is let it be known you want to get laid and there’d be a huge line of women – and a few men too, I bet — outside your office door. It’s not that you can’t get laid, it’s that you don’t have time to get laid. You’re too busy conquering the world. That’s exactly the point Beverly and I have been trying to make. (Turns to me) What do you think, Grace? Seems to me the obvious solution is to include sex in certain job descriptions, like for an executive assistant. (he nudges Ellis with an elbow) a very sexy executive assistant.


Ellis: (If looks could kill) Shut up, Garrett. (Turns to me) Grace, seriously, there must be something else you’d like to know.


Garrett: (Garrett ignores his brother and keeps talking, his hands waving enthusiastically) I mean think about it, reliable, no strings attached sex on demand would do wonders for a busy CEO like you. It would cut down on sick days.


Ellis: (folds his arms across his rather broad chest) I don’t use the sick days I have.


Garrett: It would increase productivity and creativity.


Ellis: I’m already productive and creative, and so’s Dee. (OK, this time he almost hides the blush, but Garrett is tenacious.)


Garrett: Why you dog, you! (Hits his brother in the arm with a relaxed fist) You’ve gone and done it, haven’t you? You’ve implemented the Executive Sex Clause with Dee Henning. I’ve thought from the beginning you protested too much. And now that I think about it, you do look a lot more relaxed.


Ellis: (This time I’m pretty sure the color in his face has a lot to do with his efforts NOT to strangle his brother) Jesus, Garrett! Are you just obtuse or do you intentionally miss the point. Dee Henning is already productive and creative or I wouldn’t have hired her. If I’m more relaxed it’s because I’m confident she’ll do a great job.


Garrett: Of course she will, bro! I know that. You’d never hire anyone but the best. I’ve seen her picture though, and her resume. I know Beverly wanted her for her replacement and that’s quite an endorsement. Still, knowing Beverly, I’m pretty sure she had ulterior motives. And from the looks of her resume, I’m betting Dee Henning doesn’t get laid any more often than you do.


Ellis: (trying not to grit his teeth) Dee doesn’t discuss her sex life with me.


Garrett: Of course she doesn’t. You’re both professionals after all. But come on, Ellis, you can’t tell me you’re not attracted to her. You’re not gay and you’re not dead, and she’s fabulous. But forget all that. Her looks aside, she’s got the kind of mind that would give you a hard-on in a New York minute.


Ellis: (Whatever he says under his breath, I’m pretty sure it’s not nice. But then he offers his brother a huge smile.) That’s enough talk about Dee Henning and me. I’m sure Grace would love to hear about the latest novel you’re writing. (turns to me) Did you know my brother is a novelist, Grace? And a damn good one too. You’d never guess it to look at the twit, but he writes …


Garrett: (grabs Ellis by the arm and glances down at his watch) Would you look at the time! Thanks for having us over, Grace. SubClub, you’re all fantastic! But we gotta run. I’m sure Ellis has a meeting with Dee Henning, don’t you bro? (He doesn’t wait for an answer) And I have an appointment I nearly forgot. Good luck with the blog tour.


Ellis: (Calls over his shoulder as the two leave) Good luck, Grace. I’m off to kill my brother now and bury his body in the gravel pit. I’ll keep you posted.


Excerpt 1

‘I can’t believe you just did that.’ Dee whispered, applying plenty of tongue to seashell hollow of his ear and inhaling sharply as he ground himself against her, forcing her back still further into the corner.


‘If the damned elevator doesn’t hurry up, I’m gonna do a whole lot more than that.’ He took time out from his kneadings to guide her hand into his pocket, then shifted just enough to impress upon her the urgency of the situation.


‘My God, Mr Thorne, I’m amazed you can even walk.’


‘Actually, I was hoping for a ride, Ms Henning.’ He guided her hand to mirror and intensify the tight, almost undetectable rocking of his hips.


Meanwhile the businessman produced a bottle of something volatile and passed it around while singing a version of ‘Yesterday’ that would have brought tears to Lennon and McCartney’s eyes. Once assured Dee knew her way around the inside of his pocket, Ellis retraced the route to the closest breast. His other hand snaked up under the front of her skirt, and with a slight tilting of her hips to open a path, he maneuvered into her panties. In the subtle, but intense rubbing and stroking that ensued, she nearly forgot where they were until the door opened and disgorged everyone but themselves and the elderly couple. Ellis quickly pulled his hand from beneath her skirt and licked wet fingers, the way a chef might test his favorite recipe. In a futile attempt to look respectable, they rode the last two floors straightening clothing and breathing heavily, finally making a quick escape to their suite.


By the time they got inside, Ellis’s shirt was unbuttoned and he was working on his belt. She yanked down the zipper of her skirt and stepped out of it.


Standing with his trousers around his ankles, Ellis shoved her blouse and the unhooked bra out of the way and reintroduced her nipples to his enthusiastic tongue. ‘Come on.’ He gasped, when he finally pulled away and kicked aside his trousers. ‘My bed’s in here.’ Hooking a finger into the waistband of her thong he pulled her at a fast trot through the sitting room. At the door to his bedroom, she grabbed his boxers from behind nearly tripping him as she tugged them down, freeing his erection, and giving herself a mouth-watering view of his ass.


Struggling to regain his balance, he turned on her. ‘So, that’s how you want to play, is it?’


‘This is how I want to play.’ She pushed him against the wall and dropped to her knees in front of him before he could take the initiative. Then she dragged the boxers down still further so she could cup the weight of his balls in one hand while the other closed around his erection.


‘Dee.’ His voice was tight, edgy. ‘Dee, what are you doing?’ He ran a hand down to cup her chin and lifted it until she met his gaze.


‘I told you I wanted to taste you. You said you’d put it on the calendar. You didn’t forget, did you? Of course not. Ellison Thorne would never forget an important meeting.’ She took him into her mouth, afraid if she waited she might lose courage, she might remember who she really was in this relationship and not be able to do what she so badly wanted to do.


‘Jesus, Dee.’ He sucked breath between his teeth and grunted. ‘I won’t be able to hold off long with you doing that. Are you sure?’


‘Positive.’ She pulled away from him just enough to speak, running her fisted hand down the length of him, slickened and shiny with her saliva. ‘I want to taste you. I want to see your pleasure.’


He was thick and heavy, more than she could take into her mouth. She wrapped her fingers tightly around the base of his erection, where it rose from the soft press of pubic curls. She sheathed him with her lips hard pressed around his girth, her tongue stroking and caressing the underside of his penis, taking in the shape of him, the rounded tip, the tight slit, the path of veins coursing beneath the skin. His flesh was warm and hard and the scent of was slightly yeasty, like bread baking. It was a scent that made her hungry in parts of her that had nothing to do with her belly. His large hand cupped the back of her head and controlled her movements, and she let him, yielding and opening more to him with each controlled thrust of his hips. All of him was hard, like he was one giant muscle waiting to flex, waiting to explode with power. And she felt all of his need as though it were her own building between her legs where she gaped hungry and begging and wet.


‘Are you sure?’ he asked again, his voice forced up the back of his throat with effort she felt at the base of his spine where she now rested an open palm. ‘Because I can’t … Because I won’t be able to …’


She murmured and tried to nod, intensifying her efforts to match the crescendo of his need, tightening her grip until her cheeks ached, until her tongue thrust, until her eyes watered with her efforts to breathe around his assault on her mouth, the assault she had encouraged, the assault she had demanded.


His control slipped. She gagged, then placed a hand against his hip and forced herself to relax as his fingers curled in her hair, as his breath caught in his throat, as his control slipped again then vanished. He shuddered his orgasm into her mouth in a strangled cry that could have been pain as easily as pleasure. At first he tried to push her away, but she clung to him taking his semen, all of it, taking the taste of him, the rich, thick taste of him onto her tongue, into her throat, swallowing back the heat and the tension and the power of the man she admired most in the world until she was weak and giddy from the act, until she was euphoric and drunk from the feel of him. Then he slid down the wall onto the floor next to her, taking her into his arms. ‘Now you know how I taste.’ He took her mouth like he wanted to possess it, like he wanted to devour it. When he pulled away, he forced a laugh that tightened his abdominal muscles beneath her open palm. ‘And now I know how I taste.’


Then he shifted and rearranged himself until her back rested against his front, his penis pressed, still wet and still at half-massed against the side of her spine. ‘You need to come now, Dee. It’s your turn.’


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About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Grace and KD both 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, Grace 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.

Grace and KD have 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 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 and 2014.

Grace Marshall’s sizzling hot romance novels, An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are published by Xcite Books.

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