Blog Tour: The Lotus by K M Dylan
Book Description:
A fashion
model’s scandalous erotic odyssey continues in the sequel to Cult
of Beauty: the Secret Life of a Supermodel, as Katie Wolfer battles
with her step-sister and gets in deep with a charismatic, French
billionaire on a secret project: The Lotus. Rife with drugs, wild sex
and other questionable behaviors, Katie's story is a roller coaster
ride that pulls back the curtain on a shocking, decadent world.
As one of
the most beautiful women in the world, Katie is a magnet for people’s
desire, and she herself has a deep wild streak that makes her a
perfect match for French aristocrat and polo player, Victor de
Goncourt. He wants her to help him run a very special project: The
Lotus. Can business and pleasure mix?
One-liner:
A fashion model’s scandalous erotic odyssey continues in this sequel to Cult of Beauty: the Secret Life of a Supermodel, as Katie Wolfer battles with her step-sister and gets in deep with a decadent, French billionaire on a secret project: The Lotus.
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Author Bio:
K
M Dylan is a former model turned author. She is half French, half
American and lives in NYC.
Her
introduction to erotica was from amazing classics her parents had
hidden away. After reading books by Anais Nin, Emmanuelle Arsan and
Pauline Reage's Story of O, she decided it was okay to experiment
sexually, sometimes linked to a romantic relationship, and sometimes
not. Ms Dylan's career in fashion together with her sexual
exploration have provided inspirational material for her erotic
writings. When she's not writing, she loves to collect art and
travel.
For
more information about K M Dylan and her novels,
visit her Facebook
author page at:
The Lotus, Book Two, Cult of Beauty
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Excerpt (R):
"After
Natasha was gone, I left the men to lose themselves in their devices
in the kitchen and went outside to the pool. After checking that they
hadn’t followed me and that I had some privacy, I unzipped my
skirt, pulled off my t-shirt and went for a swim au naturel.
The setting sun had tinted the horizon a salmon color and the water
was like a liquified impressionist painting of pink and aqua. There
were a few squawking sea gulls swooping around in the warm summer
breeze. It was both refreshing and voluptuous to slip into the pool
with nothing on. The water felt like a caress on my skin, a caress of
my entire being, soothing my anguish. The summer evening was gorgeous
and idyllic, giving no indication that anyone had died and that
tragedy had struck this house, this family. If my life were a movie,
at this moment the director would have set the scene in a raging
hurricane, with screaming winds and torrential rains to indicate that
something terrible had happened and the world was akilter. Instead I
was floating in a beautiful serene pool at a beach villa at sunset. I
swam a few laps of the pool, pushing myself to exert energy and clear
my head. When I stepped out of the pool, Arnaud came out of the
kitchen with a towel. This reminded me of Daniel and how he used to
bring me towels and French rosé by the pool.
“Here you go,
Katie,” he said with his delicious French accent, his eyes sweeping
across my nude body glistening with droplets of water lit up by the
orange gold light of the evening. My nipples were puckered from the
cool ocean breeze, and I saw his eyes focus on my chest for a second.
He said, “You
certainly are one of the most beautiful women in the world, Katie.
I’m sorry I can’t help looking at you.” I smiled and shrugged
it off, saying, “Everybody does. That’s why I get paid the big
bucks.” He chuckled and instead of just handing me the towel, he
wrapped it around me, and rubbed my back with his hand. “Do you
feel any better?” I shrugged. Don’t rush me, I need to mourn,
I thought. I put my arms around him. “You make me feel better,
Arnaud. Thank you for coming so quickly, and taking care of me… of
us.” He wrapped his arms around me too and we stood there, holding
each other in the dark by the pool, without saying anything. Thank
God he had come. My towel slipped off me and pooled at my feet. I
didn’t bother to pick it up.
I looked up at
his face that was shrouded in shadow, but I could make out his
intense, glistening eyes. I saw a compassionate warmth there, and an
invitation. I kissed his lips softly. He didn’t resist and kissed
me back. I felt a warmth stir in my core as he gazed into my eyes,
and I was quite sure he felt a similar feeling—what the French call
volupté—a sensual languor, which is a pre-cursor to
full-blown lust. I couldn’t help thinking about what a magnificent
lover he had been last time I saw him, and he was probably having
similar thoughts as he held my naked body close. I pulled away from
our embrace, and looking up at him shyly, said, “Shall we set you
up in your room? You’re probably exhausted.” I picked up the
towel and wrapped it around me to cover up. I needed to push away
those thoughts and not tease him."
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