Saturday, November 18, 2017

How I Survived Thanksgiving Dinner without Going to Jail

Well, it’s that time of the year again. Thanksgiving! The official beginning of the “holiday season.” I have a love-hate relationship with this particular holiday thanks to my wholly dysfunctional family and my obsession with creating the perfect gourmet dinner. Seriously, this is a hugely important meal for me. I start planning in August and shopping in October. The menu changes yearly and depends on my mood, my energy level, and my tolerance for family drama. We typically have six adults and four kids gathered around the table. Don’t get me wrong. I love my son and my nieces and nephews, but they could drive a saint to murder!

Since I’ve got an aversion to jail cells and straitjackets, I’ve come up with a few essentials that help keep the stress down and the cook (me) from poisoning the troublemakers. Take a look!

1. Lube: Slippery, flavorful, and... burn resistant? Well, yeah. I’m talking about butter here. What were you thinking of? Every turkey needs a good lube job. Mine comes out moist and delicious every time. My trick? I blend softened butter with fresh chopped sage, rosemary, and thyme, a little sea salt and cracked black pepper. I slip my fingers under the skin of the bird’s breasts and give her a slow, sexy butter massage before roasting. Every 30 mins or so, I reapply with a basting tool. My girl’s lubed from the inside out. Try it!

2. Batteries: Do not run out of these! You’ll kick yourself. Not for my bedroom—although you don’t want to run out there either! I’m talking about batteries to power my nifty little food thermometer. I’d be lost without it on Thanksgiving! DON’T trust the plastic popup thingy that’s stuck in the turkey. They don’t always work! All the lube in the world can’t save an overcooked turkey. A food thermometer is essential and hey, you can repurpose the batteries for, well, you know... those other important household tools!

3. Restraints: Handcuffs on Thanksgiving? Well, yeah. Maybe. Have you seen my kids??? Even more importantly, have you ever roasted a turkey without trussing it? Its stubby little legs just fall open like a horny, dateless middle-aged woman who’s just found herself trapped in an elevator with Thor! It’s sad really. Pathetic... Okay, so enough about me... Let’s get back to the turkey! I leave my bird its dignity by trussing with twine since my handcuffs keep falling off. Ooooh, maybe I could try little thumb cuffs this year?

4. Alcohol and drugs: In my house, these two things are absolutely ESSENTIAL to both the flavor of my dinner and my sanity... Note: I don’t recommend trussing the bird after too many glasses of wine. Bad things can happen. Also, don’t drink too much before making dessert. I once forgot to add sugar to the whipped cream in a big, glorious trifle. We don’t talk about that particular holiday anymore.

So, let’s get to the specifics, shall we? Booze first. Pinot Grigio goes into my mouth and into my gravy. It’s a must, must, must have in my house. Mmmm. Delish! Since I’m a big bourbon fan, bourbon finds its way into sweet potatoes and pumpkin pie. Sometimes, I add some to fresh whipped cream. Also my mouth. I add it there too. Depends on the amount of family drama and the number of arguing children.
Drugs? I bet you think I’m going to say something dramatic here! Sorry, but no. I confess I’m a Tylenol junkie though. By the end of this glorious, fun filled, family holiday, I want to crawl into bed with a bottle of Tylenol and a snuggly blanket. And Thor. I’d definitely like to crawl into bed with Thor. Hey, I might be a dateless, middle-aged woman, but I have impeccable taste in fantasy lovers.

5. Last, but not least, NAKED TWISTER: Say what? Made you look, didn’t I? I’ve always wanted to play that, but not with my relatives. Ewwww! All nakedness aside, Twister is an awesome game and kept my kiddos occupied so I never had to threaten them with handcuffs. Seriously, the Olerich household playroom is a Thanksgiving—and Christmas—miracle! Filled with Legos, air hockey, video games, and movies, banishing the kids to this room probably kept me from running down the street with that bottle of Pinot Grigio.

All kidding aside, the holiday season is a big stressor for a lot of people. There’s tons of pressure to shop and entertain and volunteer and cook and handcraft and party and, and, and... Well, you get the idea. How do mere mortals do it all? For me, it’s all about finding a balance and enjoying the things I love doing the most. Take a deep breath and have a wonderful Thanksgiving! I'll be back on December 18th!

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Thursday, November 16, 2017

Sierra Cartwright: Queen of Nice

I entered the romance world as a writer three years ago. Even before I was published, authors I met at conferences and writers groups were more than happy to give me advice. It is amazing to me how welcoming and supportive the romance community has been. I will not name names because I will surely leave someone out. However, I do need to talk about a woman who is so supportive and encouraging that she stands out even in this impressive group: Sierra Cartwright.

It's probably no coincidence that Sierra is a life coach. Her tweets and Facebook entries encourage her followers to find the best in themselves. Her photos are a celebration of the beauty of life. I met Sierra at the BDSM Writers Con, where she gave an uplifting keynote speech and taught workshops to improve your writing. She has been personally encouraging to me and my writing, and I know she does the same for others. All the time.

Sierra's stories are uplifting as well. She takes her characters on a journey where they explore the challenges of a power-exchange relationship that transforms their understanding of themselves and their partners. Her newest book out last Tuesday is called Double Trouble. Once again it was a one-click for me.

One love. One obsession. Double the trouble.

For three years, Daniel Armstrong has wanted the beautiful, fiery Bridget Kelly. But when he sees her at Houston's premier BDSM club and realizes she has an interest in submission, his determination reignites. A charity auction provides a means for him to possess her and do good at the same time. Who could resist? Focused solely on Bridget and the decadent delights he intends for her, he outbids everyone to claim her.

Helpless, trapped by the glare of a spotlight at an auction she never agreed to participate in, Bridget is stunned when bidding for a weekend with her goes higher and higher. She's frantic when she realizes the gorgeous, successful Daniel Armstrong has won her. For years, she's been attracted to the renowned heartbreaker, but she's kept him at a distance to protect herself.

Then one night she sees him at a BDSM club, and there's no doubt he recognizes her submissive tendencies. Now that the devastating Dom knows her naughty desires, she's doubly determined to avoid him.

When he claims her, she believes things can't get worse. The he introduces her to his identical twin, Jacob. Suddenly she's faced with not one but two men determined to make her every fantasy come true and take her to the heights of submission.

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Wednesday, November 15, 2017

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I don't know about you, but when the weather starts to turn chilly and darkness descends upon us at 4:30, all I want to do is change into comfy PJs, curl up in bed, and read a steaming hot romance. For me, books are an escape from the real world for a short time. I love the feeling as I go about my business during the day of knowing I have a great novel waiting for me when everything is said and done. The diva curls up next to me, and sometimes the cat, too, right smack on one side of my pillow,  I inform the boy of my standard rule, "I don't do kids after 10pm. Nighty night," and I, deep breath, read. 
I leave you with an excerpt from my latest erotic romance, The Submissive Muse, a tale of second chance at love between two damaged people.

She turned her back to him and began soaping up one of the wine glasses. He reached around and grabbed it from her hands, then threw it against the wall. It shattered into pieces.
She turned off the running water and faced him. "I'm going to start billing you for broken wine glasses. You broke another one the other night."
It was true, he had. After she pulled away from their kiss, he had smashed his glass against the wall. He had also overturned John's "sacred, off-limits" armchair in anger.
"Everything you do is my business. That was the deal." He stood a hair's length away, so close her perfume tickled his nose.
"We have no deal. What are you talking about?"
Shut up, Devan.
He blew out a long, slow breath in an attempt to calm himself.
"Because you take care of my horses, you think you also have a responsibility to take care of me?" Her voice quivered with emotion.
Yes, he did, but he couldn't tell her why."I can tell you when you're making a fool of yourself with a kid almost half your age."
"Screw you." She made a motion to leave, but he trapped her there with both his arms at her sides. "Let me go, Devan."
He wanted her so bad he could no longer fight it. If she didn't want him, he'd have to leave here for good, because the torture of denial was making him lose his mind.
"Tell me you want the college boy and I'll let you go."
She turned her face away from him. "No."

Devan grabbed ahold of her chin and twisted it around to face him. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you want him, and not me."Her eyes flashed with frustration while she stubbornly pressed her lips together. She attempted to flee again, but he held her by the shoulders. Her angry breaths flooded his face as she squirmed to get away. "Why are you fighting it? Isn't it obvious you want me as much as I want you?"

Tiffany N. York lives in SoCal with her spirited son, diva Chihuahua, an ever-changing number of cats, one screeching parakeet, and now the latest addition, a bunny who chews everything in sight. Visit her website at


Monday, November 13, 2017

Decadent Divas looking for a few more DIVAS!!!

Right here on the FABULOUS Decadent Divas we're looking for a few more AMAZING authors to blog with us! The days we have available are listed below so if you'd like to share your awesome with the world just shoot me an email and I can pencil you in!!

6, 7, 8, 9, 14, 24, and 29th

Email me if you're interested at jenn @ (just take out the spaces)!

Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey

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.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

I Love A Grumpy Alpha Male With A Soft Touch by Clare Dargin #RomanceNovel #Menage #MFM

There's nothing better than a gnarly, surly alpha male in a romance novel.  Mind you not a mean, bullying jerk but the kind of guy that is a barrel of inconsistencies.  He's a loner yet, he's surrounded by people who are completely loyal.  He keeps to himself yet he has a best friend he can't live without.  He's cantankerous and misunderstood but his sweetheart, his soul mate, gets him completely.  And the best part is that he gets his sweetheart totally too.  And he's protective and totally territorial when it comes to him or her. 

This is probably why I like writing and reading about a screwed up alpha male with a heart of gold. He's so much more fun. There's something about knowing there is hope even for the most messed up person in the world to find happiness and love.  It gives me the kind optimism that no pep talk in the world can do, it inspires me to believe that in the darkest of situations, loves light can shine through.

For instance, in my book Merry Chris Mas- Chris Poole and Chris Spinell have been struggling with PTSD since returning from the war in Afghanistan.  However, when they meet Jilly Reimers, they no longer see fate as an ominous dark cloud predicting a lifetime of loneliness.  In Jilly they see the promise of love and a bright future, full of happiness, passion and sensuality.  The only thing they have to do, along with her, is get past the baggage and fears they brought with them.

I'd categorized Chris Poole in the loner category.  He has a bunch of loyal friends who care for him but  he has a hard time connecting with them.  He can't seem to stop being boss long enough be a good friend.  He's done it before, he's just so screwed up now, he's lost his way.  

Chris Spinell is different.  He's a loner who is slightly moody and cantankerous but with an amazing heart.  He's lighthearted when he's around the right people but because of his PTSD, he is riddled with anxiety and night terrors that has shifted his view on relationships.  

Nevertheless, they all have hope that this time, Christmas will be different.  That's why they signed up for The Love Play Matchmaking Service.  The agency's motto is 'Whether for love or play we'll find the perfect match for you.'  

Jilly, Chris and Chris hope that this will apply to them.  And for the first time in their adult lives they will finally be able to have a 'Merry Chris Mas.'


[Menage Amour: Erotic Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA] 

Jilly Reimers wants love but can't find it. Chris Spinell is a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers from PTSD and a haunting feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris Poole is also an Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but is unsure how. With Christmas just around the corner, they decide not to spend it alone. 

Believing The Love Play Matchmaking Service to be just what they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up. But when the guys show up and see that they've been set up on a menage, the only one happy about it is Jilly. Their consultant, called an Eros, assures Jilly that the service has a perfect track record but she's certain they'll be the first ones to get their money back. 

Will they have a very merry Christmas? Or will the three spend yet another one alone? 

** A Siren Erotic Romance


Jilly idly twirled a lock of her hair as she gazed at the fire. The meal was good, a bit awkward, but all right. Now with Chris S. in the shower, she and Chris P., who’d freshened up after her, sat beside her. She hoped she’d get a chance to know him a little better, now that they were alone.

Unlike Chris S., Chris P. was quiet, more reserved. His warm smile could melt ice. They’d spoken a bit about his life in Australia and how he met the other Chris when they were on Diego Garcia, a tiny atoll in the Pacific. It was there he garnered a better perspective on life, friendships and love. She reasoned that war tended to do that to a person.

She looked at him again, admiring what she saw. He was gorgeous. If only she were a femme fatale like her friends. She pictured grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and planting a long seductive kiss on his pouty lips. Anything to ease the tension between her legs and the moisture dripping from her swollen pussy.

Golden and sun-kissed like a surfer, he had a look impossible to have around this time of year in Michigan, unless he spent countless hours in a tanning booth. But at the same time he didn’t look like the type who’d go to one. He seemed too rugged. She glanced at his short, flaxen hair, which he wore pulled back in a stubby tail. It accentuated his keen facial features. His physique, like that of a gladiator, made her want to whimper. Built like a brick wall without being too thick, he was three words—supple, etched, steel. And his Australian accent added to his raw sexiness.

Whereas Chris S. was the perfect picture type of the all-American, boy-next-door type, with light brown hair and sandy-colored tips and eyes so blue they looked like the color of tropical water. He reminded her of the high school captain of the football team who’d gone into the military and become a man, except he had a sensitive edge that permeated his being. While Chris P., who looked like he could take on a few guys at once, was more lighthearted and outgoing.

Either way, she knew she hit the jackpot because both guys were like something out of a magazine called Hot Guys “R” Us. They were a perfect ten. It was best Christmas gift anyone could have ever given her. She hoped a Chris Sandwich was definitely on the menu for the night. But how to get past the talking stage, she had no clue. She wondered if all of her Love Play’s match ups started like this.

Wearing some leggings and a cami, and he a T-shirt and shorts, she suddenly felt overdressed. The art of seduction was not something they taught in any of the schools she’d attended, and she sure as hell never picked up any pointers from her so-called “friends.” And her exes never gave her any encouragement in that department either.

This date should have come with instructions. I think I’m in trouble.

She let out a long sigh.

“Did you say something?” Chris P. asked, stirring from his long silence.

“I was just thinking how beautiful this place is,” she lied. What? How lame is that?

“It is. I’ve never been to a place quite like this.”

“Love Play has quite a reputation.”

“You’ve used it before?” He perked up, facing her.

Heat burned her cheeks. “No. It’s what I heard from some of their clients.”

“So have you been married?” he asked.


“Neither have I. Never found anyone to get serious with,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t know. Maybe cupid’s arrow doesn’t work on me.”

“For me they’re defective. Or maybe his aim is bad,” she said, trying to suppress the memory of her ex-boyfriend.

“What do you mean?”

“My relationships, they never work out.” She shrugged her shoulders. “For whatever reason, they seem to choose my friends over me. Or it ends up that way once we get together.”

He shook his head. “Nah. They were bad blokes from the start. Believe me. I know. I’ve been around those types my entire life. The randier they are, the worse they will be. If a man wants you, he’ll stay.” His tone was soft, almost vulnerable.


“So tell me,” he said, turning to face her, “you ordered this hook up?”

Again, her face flushed. She imagined it turning its characteristic red when the blood rushed to her cheeks.

“Yes. But according to the guidelines, you would have either had to be open to it or requested it too. Right?”

He chuckled. “I see he also got the smart I asked for. Yes, I am open to a ménage.” His expression became serious. “Do you think me odd?”

“No. I’m glad we share that desire.”


Chris S. slipped her undies over her round hips. They slid down her baby-like skin, exposing her shaved mound. More blood flowed to his dick, making whimper.

“God,” he said, fighting tears.

Through gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes, he forced himself to maintain control. It was getting to be damn near impossible. Everything about her was fucking outstanding. Lips, breasts, skin and pussy. He was ready to fill her pussy with his thick, hard dick.

He slid his finger into the folds of her wet interior. The thin crease surrounded by supple labia oozed moisture from her tight and tiny hole. He slid a finger inside her hole, and her taut muscles quivered at his touch.

“You want it?” he asked.

She moaned “yes” before being silenced by the other Chris’s mouth. He inched her legs apart. Moving in just right, he tasted her. Explosions went off in his brain. She was pure, simple, clean and honeyed. He wanted to mark her as his own. Delving his tongue in and out of her tight hole, he held her still, allowing her juices to saturate his mouth.

Lifting her legs, he opened her wider, curling her upward, burying his face in her mound. His breaths increased as his heart rate grew frantic. His hard dick, standing at full scale attention, threatened to bust a nut if he didn’t stop.

Pulling away, he set her down gently. “Got to go get a condom.”

The other Chris looked up, his eyes equally as dazed as he felt.

She swallowed, seeming breathless. “My bag, by the wall.”

The time for being cool had passed. Quicker than he’d wanted and less suave, he dashed toward it, finally seeing the stash. Grabbing the entire lot, along with a bottle of lubricating gel, he opened the box and pulled out two, handing one to Chris and keeping the other for himself. Setting it aside, he removed his shorts, exposing his aching dick to the room’s cool air. He grimaced as he slid the latex over his shaft. It hurt with a pain that would only be relieved by what Jilly had to offer. He squeezed the gel, which had the scent of strawberries, onto his palm. He fisted his hand and soaked his condom-wrapped rod with the smooth, thick liquid. The mere pressure of his hand gave him some relief, albeit short.

“Me first,” he said, climbing onto the bed.

Calming himself, he lay down beside her and turned her on her side. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close. He spread her legs apart as she tilted her pelvis back. She melded her body to his. There was so much of her he wanted, not only her body, but her soul, mind, and yes, even her heart.

He took a hand and placed himself at her entrance. Slowly he pushed inside. He grunted and made himself hold back, lest he spill at that moment.

She was so tight. No doubt about it. This was going to be a short run. Inch by inch, he slid inside of her, stopping at the root. His balls drew in tight. He shifted her close and moved in and out slowly. Each movement became stronger as his control slipped. He needed the release, the kind that would give his aching balls sweet relief. Back and forth his hips moved inside her. She wriggled and moaned in response. Their mouths met briefly, tongues swirling, causing his stomach and heart to flutter. He increased his thrusts. Finding his target, she keened her delight.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

She pushed her ass toward him.

“Baby, I’m going to come.”

“Come, honey. Come.”

He grunted, harder and harder. Sliding his hand down to her hard clit, he rubbed it as his panting increased. Pressure built up behind his eyes, his mind went blank as everything in the world seemed to fall away. He couldn’t stop. Harder and harder he pushed, holding her firm and tight.

With light speed, he cried out, “God!” His hips bucked upward while cum poured out of him.

Slightly dizzy, he held onto her before letting her go. “Are you all right?”

Her kiss eased the butterflies threatening to kill the moment. Sliding out of her, he sighed, relieved. He gazed into her eyes. Instantly he felt the completed connection he’d sensed along. She was the one. And he saw that she felt it too.

* * * *

Jilly recovered her breath as Chris P. gathered her up into his arms. His musky scent was so spicy and inviting. She buried her face in the crook between his shoulder and neck. She was ready.

“On your back,” he said, holding her.

She nodded.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said, whispering in her ear.

From her tall Adonis, she was ready to receive all he gave her. Trust welled up within her heart. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

Placing her on back like she weighed nothing but a feather, he positioned himself on top of her. A lock of his blond hair obscured his face. She opened her legs. She felt his solid, round tip prod her hole. Panting, he pushed inside of her, his raw strength causing her pussy to clench. Each muscle spasmed to accommodate his thick and meaty cock. She cried out along with him. He braced himself.

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Author Bio

Clare Dargin is an author of Science Fiction and Romance and has been writing stories all of her life before being published in 2007. She’s a great fan of the two genres and loves promoting them.

An educator by profession, she possesses a Bachelor’s Degree in English from a major mid-western university. She presently resides in the Midwest and she hopes to expand her writings to include non-fiction, historical romance, and contemporary novels.

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Friday, November 10, 2017

Making a difference -- Together

I write erotic romance – naughty, sexy, often polyamorous escapades. The love between the sheets is a natural expression/progression in the journey of love.

That doesn’t mean I hook up with a vampire and a werewolf, or hot blond twins – male or females – in my personal life. And it doesn’t mean that someone should be able to leer, almost drooling, when they ask if I do.

Do those who write about serial killers murder for research? It’s just that our research is so much more fun.

Yes, I know, this may be a different subject for Decadent Divas. But in my mind, Divas get to be as Decadent as they want. Right?

I was honored to be asked to contribute to #MeToo: Essays About How and Why This Happened, What It Means and How To Make Sure It Never Happens Again a collection of 24 essays in reaction to the Twitter hashtag MeToo after the multiple revelations of sexual predation in Hollywood, and elsewhere. The authors see #MeToo as the tipping point of the need for change and the book calls for ways to figure out how to drive that change forward making the movement more than a hashtag.

This is the turning point. Things are going to change.

Available for free via Amazon, Barnes&Noble and other eRetailers.

Grab your copy today, and spread the word!

Enter to win a print copy of the edition. I’ll randomly pick a winner on Sunday, Nov. 12, evening, from the comments.

Tell me: Do you think social change can happen via moments such as this?

Louisa Bacio