Thursday, May 25, 2017

Looking for a place to blog??? Calling all Divas!!!!

Calling All DIVAS!!!

The other divas and I have decided to open up the Decadent Divas Blog to more Divas! We're looking for published romance authors that would like one day a month to post here. You can post about anything you want. Life stuff, book stuff, straight promo, new releases, backlist - whatever you like!! If there's a certain day of the month that works better for you just let me know and I'll try to accommodate!

I'll get you log in access direct to the blog so you can get in and load your content any time you're ready and you can post anything from sweet to HOLY MOLY, Batman!! We have a disclaimer for a reason so put it to good use!

Only thing we ask is you pimp your posts and the other diva's posts. Cross promotion is amazeballs. Giveaways are highly encouraged, even if it's just an ebook off your backlist, but not required. And if you don't have anything you want to blog about on your saved day then please ask around and get info from someone else to pimp.

That's it!!

The romance writing world has been a bit shaky these days so let's all support each other and kick some major booty!

My email address is below. Shoot me an email (make sure and remove the spaces) and let me know you're interested. If I haven't met you before that's just fine! Just tell me a little bit about yourself and send me a link to your website or Amazon bookshelf or something.

jenn @ jenniferkacey.com

First cum first serve!
MWAH!!

Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey


http://www.jenniferkacey.com/books.html



Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Rodeo Heat by Desiree Holt



Rodeo Heat by Desiree Holt


She never knew what heat was until she met her cowboy—then fire consumed them.

It could have been the animalistic heat of the rodeo, or the pin with special powers that the old woman had all but forced her to buy. But whatever it was, within seconds of meeting rodeo rider Ben Lovell, Grace Delany safe world crumbled in a voluptuous explosion of lust. Every night was something new and Grace gave in to it all, relishing her body’s. As Ben Lowell led her from one earth-shattering climax to another, as her body softened and opened to him, her juices lubricating the way, all she could do was hang on for dear life and follow his lead. But when it was over, could she really walk away from the man who had taken her on an outrageous journey of sexual self-discovery where there were no limits or boundaries?






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“Oh my god,” she gasped, reaching for his head to pull it close.
He lifted his head and circled her wrists with his fingers. “It’s much better when you know you can’t touch me,” he told her. “When you’re spread out like a feast before me and I can take my time.” He lowered his voice. “You like it when I restrain you, don’t you, Grace?”
She nodded, wordless. She did like everything he did to her. Why had she acted so stupidly the other night?
“I like seeing you helpless, open to my mouth and hands and cock. Does that frighten you, Grace? Is that what made you run away?”
She shook her head and finally the words rushed from her lips. “Honestly? All of it scared me, Ben. The whole scene. But hiding from it hasn’t helped. I discovered I really love it all. I want it all. With you. Can you imagine what a shock that is to me? I like being wild with you.”
His chuckle was low and warm. “Tonight you will get it all, darlin’. Every bit and then some.” Reaching into the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs lined with pink fleece. “I bought these the other day when I had high hopes for the evening. Before you stood me up.” A grin played at the corners of his mouth.
“M-Maybe you should punish me for being bad,” she ventured, knowing the desire in his eyes was reflected in her own, yet still shocked at her boldness.
His laugh was full and rich. “Oh, I think I’ll have to do that. But all in its own good time.”
He threaded the handcuffs through one of the spindles on the headboard, then locked them around her wrists. His eyes ate her body like a starving man with a glimpse of a bountiful feast. Very slowly he slid her panties down her hips, over her ankles and tossed them to the floor. One warm palm covered her naked pussy.
“Two days and you need shaving again.” His voice was husky with need. “If I didn’t have other plans for tonight I’d do it right now but we’ll put it on the schedule. I love it when there’s nothing here between my tongue and your skin.”
He knelt between her thighs and ran both large hands over her body, shaping the hills of her breasts, the swell of her tummy, dipping into the creases where thigh and hip joined. His eyes followed the path of his hands, as if memorizing every inch of her.
Grace knew somehow tonight was different from the first time. From all the other times. There was an erotic charge in the air, making everything more…intense, filling her with a desire to hold every minute captive. To savor the delicious taste and feel of him. This was more than just hot, raw sex. This was like falling into a hot pool of sensuality. Of eroticism. And never being able to climb out. She was getting in way over her head again and knew she couldn’t do a thing about it. Or wanted to.
He stroked another strawberry across first one nipple, then the other and it was like the feathery touch of brushes against her pebbled tips. The wet heat of his mouth as he licked every drop of the chocolate confection sent lightning bolts of heat stabbing through her directly to her cunt. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together to compress the increased fluttering in the walls of her vagina but his body between her legs kept them wide apart.
Ben took his time, sharing the berries with her before painting the chocolate on the hard tips of her breasts. He was right about the helplessness, except this time it felt different. As if by submitting to him she was actually the one in control.
Whoa! What was that all about?



ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, Desiree Holt is the world’s oldest living published author of erotic and spicy romance. A graduate of the University of Michigan with double majors in English and History, her earlier careers include agent and manager in the music industry, public television, associate vice president of university advancement, public relations, and economic development.
She is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, a USA Today Bestselling author and winner of the Holt Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature.
She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington Post and numerous other national and international publications. She is also the Authors After Dark 2014 Author of the Year.
“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)

Learn more about her and read her novels here:
Twitter @desireeholt
Pinterest: desiree02holt
Google: https://plus.google.com/113212301982441064210








Sunday, May 14, 2017

ELITE ELEMENTS Tiara Winner Announcement!


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Elite Elements
Book Three in the Elite Warriors Series

For most of their lives they’ve lived in the shadows, pulled from every nation and background, united by one common cause—an all-consuming hatred of Red Wolf. The unquenchable desire to rid the world of his very existence fuels them, drives them.
These men and women pulled the fallen Elite from the snow-covered wreckage of Operation Phoenix years ago. To some they’re called saviors. To others they’re called traitors.

As Red Wolf’s power grows, the end game they’ve sacrificed everything for may destroy them all. Or just maybe they’ll finally find the peace they’ve been hunting for.

Revenge is their salvation but is there enough humanity left inside them to save?

A new end. A new beginning. Elite Elements.

FEATURING:

Satisfying Silicon by Virginia Nelson
Lady Dead may be number five on his hit list, but she trusts that Silicon will come for her. Save her or kill her… either way, it’ll be a hot ride.

Cesium’s Capture by Sabrina York The mission is all that matters…until he meets her.

Vibranium’s Truth by Anna Alexander It’s not the size of the gun that makes a warrior, but the strength of her convictions.

Palladium’s Confession by Saranna DeWylde A defrocked priest and his benediction of death are no match for this BBW on a mission.

Francium’s Chance by Rebecca Royce Just because he’s on the right side of the fight doesn’t mean she can trust him.

Asset: Arsenic by Heather Long Arsenic is playing a dangerous game, but one with hefty payout—Red Wolf’s head on a platter.

Kryptonite’s Oxygen by Jennifer Kacey To rid the world of the deadliest wolf a broken girl must trust her kryptonite.


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Saturday, May 13, 2017

Summer Is Just Around The Corner by Jennifer Kacey

It seems like every day I have a delightfully warm passing thought that summer is getting closer and closer.




The end of the school year is coming and the BEACH and flip flops (I'm wearing a pair while writing this even though it was 50° this morning!) and making ice cream and planting outdoor plants.


I love summer and thought I'd share that we'll make it!! Everybody have a great day!

Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey


http://www.jenniferkacey.com/books.html



Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Our Rules Exclusive VERY NSFW Excerpt by Jennifer Kacey

When the foundation of their marriage falters, Michael and Tabitha must rediscover what it means for her to be his hot wife.

Tabitha is a hot wife. Not just a sexy wife. A hot wife. A wife allowed to be with other men with the permission of her husband.
Michael couldn’t love his wife more. Which is exactly why he shares her with others. Because she’s his.
On the cusp of everything they’re worked for—years in the making—a shattered promise threatens the foundation of their marriage. A foundation Michael had thought unbreakable until he lets Tabitha down in more ways than one.
Taking her submission for granted could lose him everything he’s strived for, and winning back her trust is the only thing that matters.


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Excerpt
The scene waiting for him as he silently pushed open Tabitha’s bedroom door at precisely eight-thirty kicked his dominant cravings to the forefront.
On her hands and knees, just as he’d told her. Her bare pussy on display, facing the door just like he’d directed, made his balls ache. She rubbed her clit in tight little circles, eliciting a full-fledged growl as he stepped inside.
Tabitha eeked and looked over her shoulder at him.
Tossing his suit coat toward a chair off to one side, he had no idea if it landed on top. He didn’t look long enough to tell.
The light from her bedside lamp highlighted half of her face and body, creating dips and shadows he couldn’t wait to explore.
He pushed the door closed as he watched her.
Color filled her cheeks as he stared at her pussy. “Both hands on the bed, Tabby Cat. I’ll be using that pussy now.”
The black material of her stockings and garters highlighted her tanned skin as she shifted to place her other palm on the pristine white comforter beneath her. A rich shade of purple on the walls, her favorite hue, surrounded them within an ambiance of decadence and desire. Her shoulders lifted as she inhaled, and she tracked his movements across the room as he emptied his pockets on her tall dresser.
Her eyes. Beautiful.
Brown and gold swirled together to form a perfect combination of temptation and innocence.
The pose?
Completely submissive, trusting, open.
But her eyes?
Provocative, seductive, fierce.
The dual sides of her personality spoke to him. Called to him. Begged for him.
It was a scream inside his head to take. Possess. Control. All of her.
From the top of her bun all the way down to her curled toes.
He wanted it all and he was going to have it.
“Do you know how hard you make me when you follow my instructions? How badly I want to fuck you senseless with that prim little bun in your hair?” Closing the distance between them, he stared at the gorgeous brown-haired woman laid out before him as if she were a meal.
Thin, with curves in all the right places, she was definitely his kind of poison.
He planned to have his fill and more before the night was done.
“Maybe,” she answered and smiled.
“Safe word is the same as always?”
She nodded. “Rutabaga.”
“And if I have something shoved in that tempting little mouth of yours, you do what if you need to stop?”
Raising one hand, the same one she’d had on her pussy, she had to rub them together for a second to dry them and then finally snapped her fingers.
“Good. Now, I want my handprint on you.” Without pausing, he crashed his hand down onto the flesh of her ass then again on the other side.
Tabitha jerked her hips to the side on each swat as she planted her hands. A natural reaction with no additional warning from him, but it made him growl again.
Moving away from him, even if it was nothing more than an automatic response, had him baring his teeth. “Don’t move away from me. Don’t deny me.” Her withholding what he wanted pissed him off. Fair or not didn’t matter. “Give me what I want, Tabby Cat,” he roared with greed as he stepped up to the end of the bed her head was on.
“Yes, Sir.” Her gaze met his. She shivered and bit her bottom lip as she stared at him.
Fuck, she turned him on.
As she eyed him, she licked her lips, glancing up at him and back down to the tent his cock made just for her.
Throughout his life in and around the kink scene, he’d met many dominant individuals who required the people playing with them to keep their eyes downcast, subservient.
But that had never been one of his kinks.
He wanted to see each emotion play across his partner’s features. Even the ones they tried to hide. Those were the most delicious.
A pushover turned him off faster than anything. He didn’t want a lapdog, he wanted a challenge.
Pulling a reaction from Tabitha when she tried so hard not to give in made his cock throb. Hard.
Making her respond. Now, that was most definitely one of his kinks.
The fact she was married pushed his need for her even higher. Being a saint had never interested him. But being a kinky bastard? Hell, yeah.
“Keep your palms on the bed. Mouth only. No hands. I want to feel every inch of you as I get closer and closer to fucking your throat.” After yanking off his tie, he tossed it on the bed by her feet and made quick work of his zipper before he pulled out his throbbing shaft. “Open up. Oh. Fuck. Your mouth. Fuck.”
A tremor worked up his spine as she slid her lips along his shaft.
She was so dirty, almost naked, bare breasted with her lips wrapped around him.
Her moan made him want to howl.
“You were all wet, Sir.” She whispered the words against his cock as he pointed it at her. She licked the head and moaned, a slight shiver working along her torso.
“Have been all day, ever since you left that voicemail. My dick stayed wet for hours. I needed my Tabby Cat to clean it up.”
Bobbing up and down on his shaft, she hummed against his tight flesh. “Needed you all day. So horny.” Licking the tip, she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and smiled.
“Happy with my cock in your mouth?” He only asked because he wanted to hear her answer. See it. Feel it.
“So happy, Sir.” Her eyes closed and another tremor vibrated down her body.
“And are you wet for me?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. Reaching over her he paused, and then slid his fingers through the wetness coating the lips of her pussy. “Fuck. You’re drenched.”
“All day. Dripping.”
“It’s even soaked your thighs now. So wet.”
“Desperate,” she whispered as she moved on his cock. “Wanted to come so bad at work, but…”
Wes traced the lips of her sex with the tips of his fingers, knowing he wasn’t giving her near the friction she needed to get off. When he filled her he wanted her needy, frantic. The way her hips jerked each time he grazed her clit, he didn’t think it would take her long to get there. But he still wanted to make her come. Emphasis on make.
“You know I’m going to spank your ass red for calling me today, don’t you?”
Her mouth momentarily went slack and a whine, barely audible, reached his ears. “But…I thought I was supposed to tell you if I could meet earlier than our date? Thought I was doing what you asked?” Her eyebrows pulled down low in what he thought was concentration and he ran the head of his dick along her bottom lip. She kissed the tip and resumed the steady up and down on his shaft.
“You did.”
She tried to pull off again but he grabbed her bun and forced his cock to the back of her throat. Holding her there almost sucked the cum from his balls. Another rumble worked its way free of his chest. “Don’t stop again unless I tell you to.” He controlled her movement as he gritted his teeth and convinced his own body not to come.
That was what she did to him.
She called the beast inside him free. Sometimes he had to chain him again if he couldn’t control the need rioting through his limbs.
Plus, he wasn’t done teasing her yet.
With a tight fist in her hair, he pushed in a little deeper. Then a bit more until she gagged, and he yanked her off.
She sucked air in and out of her lungs as she tried to catch her breath. He didn’t give her long before he pushed the fat head past her lips again.
“Lick under the head. Just like that. Your wicked tongue is gonna get you used.” He pumped his hips, fucking her mouth with his cock. His balls tingled as liquid spilled from her core onto his fingers. He continued to torment the swollen lips of her sex and she moaned around his shaft. “I’m going to spank your ass till you beg me to stop. I’m going to spank it because you did exactly what you were supposed to do. What you had permission to do. I’m going to let you wear my handprint because you’ve been a very good girl. And good girls get rewards.” He pushed into her throat and paused as he strummed her clit.
Her feet moved against the comforter and her back bowed.
She fought to get away and he fucking loved it. Consent was one of the sexiest things about kink.
Fight or flight kicked in at some point when she couldn’t breathe, and he pushed in a little farther.
To her credit, her hands never came off the bed. Her fingers stretched and twisted but she never once disobeyed his order.
He yanked her off his cock and she sucked great pulls of oxygen into her lungs. Releasing her now messy bun, he didn’t give her any chance to relax before pushing her down between her shoulder blades.
She didn’t resist him as he shoved her upper body on to the bed. She didn’t fight him. She did nothing but beautifully submitted to what he needed. A shot of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. It landed on her ribcage as she groaned, rolling her forehead back and forth against the comforter.
As he let her try to regain her bearings, he moved to the end of the bed and tugged her hips backward until her sultry pink heels hung off the edge.
“I’ve never seen you so wet, Tabby Cat. Such a pretty pussy.” He slid a finger into her sex, deep, deeper, until she moaned into the comforter.

Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey


http://www.jenniferkacey.com/books.html


Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.