Grace Ryles currently lives in Orlando, Florida with
her beloved husband. Originally from New York, Grace grew up fast and learned a
lot of truths at a young age. Early on, she realized the escape that books
could give her from a world that was less than understanding. As a teenager,
Grace began writing stories inspired by her environment and her favorite
authors. Though she never attempted to publish them, writing became a new
escape, one where she could create the perfect ending for the underdog. Grace’s
stories always had a common factor. The end result was always an HEA. Writing
took a back burner as life intruded but reading always remained as a deep
passion. It wasn’t until reading her first ménage, Divine Grace by
Heather Rainier, that she discovered the love of polyamorous relationships. Her
writing sprang back to life and that’s when Second Chance at Love was
created, displaying her love for the polyamory lifestyle.
Hobbies Hobby: Reading! It is my ultimate vice.
Before I decided to actually publish, i would devour hundreds of books a year.
This year has been tricky handling family, friends, writing, career and
stuffing in time for reading. I can be found procrastinating from writing a new
chapter in my current WIP with a good book!
Claiming
Her Temporary Men
It started with an arrangement, temporary no
strings attached sex.
On a journey to find herself Emma Daniels never
expected to fall into bed with two broody men for a little dominance play.
Giving up her dreams of finding the one thing she has always wanted… a family,
Emma decides to embark on a month long NSA sex with twins Ryder and Chase. Emma
finds herself falling for the twin hotties and wanting more, but their scarred
past hinders them from giving her what she wants.
Chase and Ryder Freeman have sworn off women, apart
from for one singular exception, sex.
Meeting Emma they never expected for her to stir those old emotions, the ones
they kept buried deep inside. Determined not to give into those old feelings
they propose a compromise, one month no strings attached.
Can these three finally overcome the hurt of their
past or will they succumb to it?
Will Emma finally get what she always wanted by claiming her temporary men?
Excerpts:
Adult Excerpt:
Emma, god she was something else. Over the last few
days Ryder found solace in between her legs, and damn was it dangerous to be
craving more, more time, more… just more everything. A bright red corvette with
an out-of-state license plate sped past him. He smirked, it must be fate that
he was thinking about her tight wet heat and she had to cross his patrol area.
She was only going a few miles over the speed limit, something he wouldn’t
necessarily pull over someone else for, but what he wanted from this stop was
much different than dishing out tickets. Putting on his siren and lights, he
sped towards his future.
Emma looked down at the speedometer, she wasn’t
going much over the posted 75mph sign. Maybe one or two miles over, but now she
was being pulled over. Bullshit. She was having such a good day, but a ticket
would definitely ruin her high spirits. She had met with both Dr. Sanchez and
Ruiz and discussed the possibility of volunteering one or two days a week while
she was in town. They were extremely pleasant and handsome, nothing compared to
Ryder and Chase, but handsome nonetheless. Both doctors had expressed how much
they needed additional help with the patient load and welcomed any and all
help. They had even offered her a job but at the moment, she was still undecided
as to what she would be doing after the month was up. Pulling over to the side
of the road and turning off her engine, she waited for the patrol car to stop
and for the officer to step out. Looking in her rearview mirror she gazed at
the officer who pulled her over and a small laugh escaped, so maybe she wasn’t
being pulled over for her road manners, but something much darker. The officer
walked over and tapped on the glass, and, rolling it down, she played along.
“Hello, officer.”
“Good day ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?”
Oh, so he wanted to play, too.
“No this has caught me completely unawares. What
could I have possibly done to be pulled over?” Emma said putting on her best
innocent act.
“Ma’am, cut the act, I caught you speeding going
about 20mph over the posted limit, not to mention I ran those plates and it
comes up on a stolen vehicle. So what do you have to say for yourself?” His act
was so believable, and if she didn’t know any better, he would have her
believing she had stolen her own car. He was a mask of authority, but Emma
could see the hunger in his eyes and the erection in his pants.
“I don’t understand what you are saying, I have
never stolen anything in my life and I don’t speed.” She feigned shock.
“Don’t play around, I caught you red handed. Now let
me see your license and we can discuss what your options are.” Emma could just
bet what those options are. She handed over her driver’s license. Giving him a
sympathetic look, hoping to gain some advantage in this little game.
“Okay Emma, now here are your only options. I am a
lenient man and I can turn the other cheek and let you drive off here, but you
would need to do something for me...” he paused and she felt a shiver work down
her spine. Her senses tingled and she had an idea of what that something would
be. “So what will it be, I can arrest you right here and bring you down to the
station or you can follow my car and we can settle this matter… privately? The
choice is yours.” Ryder’s voice was smooth and seductive, leaving little to the
imagination of what he wanted from this private discussion. So what could do
either way Emma was so fucked, literarily.
“Officer, I am telling the truth, I never stole
anything. Please can we just forget this and I can go on my way?” she tried to
deny what he wanted and knew it would spark his rage. She wanted that rage.
Emma could easily give in but what would be the fun in that?
“I’m going to have to ask you to get out of the car,
ma’am.” Holy shit! Stepping out of
the car, Emma stood on shaky legs. “Turn around and put your hands flat on the
roof, you have the right to remain silent…” He started reading over her Miranda
rights and she got more into the role.
“Officer, please, don’t arrest me. I-I…” she cried,
going deeper into the role she played.
“I gave you a choice. Now you want to renegotiate?”
he asked and she nodded. “I usually don’t ask twice, this is your last chance
what will it be?” he said gruffly into her ear, and pressed his erection to the
cleft of her ass.
“I’ll follow you,” she said, resigned.
“Officer?” she queried. He let her see his open
hunger and she knew what would happen next. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her
snug against his body, the erection he sported poking her belly.
“You know what is going to happen here, Emma?” His
voice darkened, while hers quivered.
“Umm, I don’t know, officer. Please, I promise I
didn’t steal that car.” He stopped her from continuing with a bruising kiss to
her lips. She tried to keep him out, keep up the farce that was this scene.
Ryder grabbed her ass, hard, making her cry out, and he took full advantage,
sticking his tongue inside deep. A hand in her hair pulled her away from his
lips and he panted out.
“Bend over the hood of the car.” She paused, giving
him a scared, innocent look. His smile was pure malicious. “Shall I take you to
the station?” Moving slowly, portraying the part while her pussy creamed at
what was about to happen, she bent over the hood. Luckily for Ryder, she was
wearing a sundress. She felt his heat as he came up behind her.
Story Excerpt:
Chase made it to the station a few minutes later
after leaving Emma’s cabin. He hated that he had to go into work. It was
something he tried not to do, let work invade his personal life. But sometimes
the best intentions didn’t matter much, when you worked in the public sector.
It wasn’t until hours later that he was finally finished with the logistics of
what went down. According to the coroner, there was no foul play, but Chase
believed that this was not just another natural death case. But with nothing to
go on, he was at a loss as to proceed further. Pulling his truck into the
garage, he couldn’t wait to take a shower and head to bed.
Ryder was the in the living room when he walked in
and he could tell his brother had been drinking. He had been for a while if the
bottles that lined the table were any indication. It didn’t look good. Anytime
Ryder was in a funk he drank and heavily. Chase thought things were looking up
but it seemed like his brother was going to run scared. He wasn’t at all in the
mood to deal with his brother’s crap, but he was all he had and if they were
ever going to move on, he had to make Ry realize a few truths.
“Started early?” he asked, walking in and taking one
of the unopened Jack Daniels bottles, opening it and taking a swig. The liquid
burned as it went down and his belly warmed.
“Nope only a couple of hours, have a lot shit on my
mind.” Okay, here it goes.
“Like what? How long have you been here wallowing,
Ry? You can’t keep doing this, you can’t run this time. This has to stop, talk
to me,” he implored his younger brother.
“And say what, Chase? I was a damn fool for falling
for that bitch, or should I admit, it wasn’t love but just an obsession. It
wasn’t even her I was obsessed with it was the idea of finally finding a woman
to accept us as more than a fuck toy.”
“If that is what you feel, Ry, then say it. Scream
it even, if you have to. She played us both, we let our guard down, and it’s in
the past where it should stay. You’re notstill angry because she backstabbed
us, and you’re upset because you had no control over the situation. Because of
that you have been punishing yourself. Punishing
me.” It hurt Chase to hurt his brother, but in order to save him from
himself, he had to be honest. “Been thinking, and you want to know what I have
concluded? I think that, I’ve been ready to start again, but have held back
because we have always dreamed of sharing a woman. Finding that perfect mate
that would let us love and take care of her, it’s what we have always wanted.
We can have that with Emma, if we only try.”
“What if I don’t want that? Are you going to leave
me alone?” There was vulnerability and anger laced in Ryder’s questions. “You
know what I am like, I can’t not have control, I let it slip for a while and
look what happened. We lost almost everything because of that slip, won’t
happen again.”
“Ryder, you’re taking all the blame instead of
sharing it, we both fell for something because we placed our hearts on the
line. It was an infatuation for what we could have, but it wasn’t real. What we
have now with Emma, this is real. She wants nothing from us, just us. Can’t you
see that?”
“Maybe, but what happens when the novelty of having
two men wears off, what then? How can you be so sure Emma would want forever?”
His once strong brother sounded defeated. Chase felt guilty that he didn’t
force this issue sooner and let Ryder wallow in the mistakes they both had
made.
“There’s no way to be absolutely sure. But we will
never know unless we take that chance. Will you take that chance?”
He loved his brother, but he couldn’t continue to
live his life void of love and compassion. Minutes passed before Ryder spoke.
Chase was afraid he wouldn’t be able to get through to his younger brother, but
maybe the man he was years ago was still in there somewhere. He knew there was
an internal battle that raged in his brother’s head. Ryder was hardened because
of his life experiences, but his knew his brother would come around. In the
time they had both spent with Emma he began to notice the changes in Ry. He was
more carefree and happy, like he had been all those years ago. Finally when he
spoke Chase knew everything was going to be alright.
“I’ll take that chance.”
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FAQ’s
When writing, do you have a process? If
so, care to share a little?
I don’t know if it is a process as much as it is one
of my quirks. I start with a simple concept. I sometimes only know the main
characters personality. I imagine the hero or heroine, I think about what of
her personality could attract this man or in this case men. The character
background is developed first because to me it is essential too who my
characters are at their core. After I have created their background stories, I
begin to write. Typically you could see my at my computer with my eyes close
and typing. I like to play out scenes in my head as I type. Thankfully I can
type without looking at the keyboard! I always write everything that comes to
mind, I don’t filter my ideas until the very end of the day. I leave all
spelling mistakes and all grammar issues for my end of day read through.
What is the hardest part of writing for
you?
The hardest part for me would be the dialogue
between characters. I have this thing, were I want the conversations to sound
extremely authentic and no matter what I do, it never sounds right to me in my
head. It is one of the most frustrating parts for me. I can full develop the
story or the world, but for me the dialogue is never right. I have learned over
the years that I just need to step away. I usually will have someone close to
me read the dialogue and give me a critique about its authenticity. At the end,
I am always 100% satisfied with what I created and that is all that really
matters. Isn’t it?
What inspired you to start writing?
Since I was a child, I loved to write. It was a sort
of escape from the real world for me. Normally, I would jot down my thoughts in
a journal and then it transformed form just jotting down feelings and ideas to
actual stories. Creating worlds in which the heroine gets her hero is my
ultimate swoon fantasy. The first erotic ménage romance book that I read,
Divine Grace by Heather Rainier, opened my eyes to this genre. It was like
something clicked for me. I never before had imagined this type of literature
existed and when I discovered it was a like a light bulb going off and telling
me this is what I needed to do. Over the years, I had written short erotic
stories and never thought I was good enough to publish. My husband who has been
my rock for so long encouraged me to try my hand at getting published.
Where do the ideas for your stories come
from?
They come from everywhere and nowhere. I know such a
vague answer. To be honest, I take inspiration from everything around me and
all of my life experiences. People watching is one of my embarrassing habits,
especially when you get caught watching. My mind wanders as I imagine what
lives the people I watch lead. Are they married? Have they experienced loss?
Those questions provoke ideas and those ideas cultivate into characters in my
stories. When I get an idea for a story in mind, I typically close my eyes and
just let the entire story play out in my mind’s eye before I even pick up a pen
or a key board. As weird as it sounds, I also have dreams about different
characters. It’s usually not enough for a whole story but it gives me glimpses
into the lives of these characters.
Do you have any advice for other
writers?
My advice to other writers is to just write. Write
for yourself and no one else, it has to matter to you. Over the years, I
learned that not everyone is going to love everything you create. It’s sad but
a truth that, I know once my first book is published, I will have to learn all
over again. For me writing was and still is a huge escape, if it is for you,
never give up. Remember that you are your own worst critic. Things that may seem
insurmountable are really not that bad. Don’t let other’s put down what you
created.
What
are your current projects?
I have several projects that are taking
my time away from the real world, lol. First I am working on book three of
Grand Oak Springs, which will be my first MMF book. Secondly I am working on a
BDSM club series entitled Secret House and lastly I am working on a secondary
ménage series which will be featuring the good state of Florida, where I
currently live.
When/where
does inspiration strike you?
Oddly enough, I get truly inspired in the bathroom.
It doesn’t matter what I am in the bathroom for but that is where my ideas are
cultivated, though mostly in the shower. When I get asked this question I
shudder a little bit, because it is such an odd place to get inspired but for
me, when I am relaxing in a shower or bath the ideas just start flowing. When I
was in college before I wrote any term paper, I would take a nice long hot
shower and just let the ideas come to me. Good think I have Dragon Software so
I can dictate any ideas I form.
