Saturday, October 29, 2016

A Taste of the Members Only Series by Jennifer Kacey **GIVEAWAY**

When I got the rights back to my Members Only Series I decided I wanted everything in print. Even the small stories. Since some of them were really small I decided to put five of them together in a print book.

The Members Only Series
Within the walls of The Library, a members only BDSM club, anything goes. It’s a dark oasis for every Dom and sub to discover their happily ever after. Screams of pleasure and pain echo through the walls every night, but beneath each cry lies a confession. Unrequited love, cravings of domination by more than just one, even the desire for someone of the same sex. Each member learns, to find their forever, they must unearth the strength to reveal…everything.

It's sooo incredible to hold these in my hands, knowing I can be proud of them again. So awesome! What's better than print books? GIVING SOME AWAY!!

I had a faux pas on the first print proofs where two things were spelled wrong, so I'm going to give away a copy to a US commenter! All you have to do is tell me which of the titles on the back cover you're most excited to read and why!!

A Very Menage Christmas 
Duke's Valentine
Orgasm University
Accidental Voyeur
Roman's To-Do List

And don't forget to leave me your email address so I can contact you if you win!!
Happy commenting!!!

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.

Friday, October 28, 2016

SECRET ESCORT Sexy menage from Kathy Kulig

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SECRET ESCORT by Kathy Kulig
One naughty woman with kinky desires…Two bad boys thrilled to offer one wicked night of sexual fantasies. But what happens when love gets in the way?

Emotional. Edgy. Steamy ménage. Mariko Maguire refuses to let another man break her heart. So why not indulge in a sexual fantasy? If she’s daring enough, she’ll abandon prior commitments, shed inhibitions for one wickedly lustful evening in an adult club with two very different but sexy men.
Justin is a college professor who’s confronting secrets and regrets from his past. He awakens the potent heat of desire within Mariko. He wants her, but is she ready for what he has in mind?  Carter, a commercial pilot, is always looking for a new sexual adventure and more than willing to be Mariko’s escort. A ménage is their kinky plan, but what happens when love gets tossed into the middle?
As one passionate night takes an unexpected turn, whose heart will break and who will walk away from their naughty encounter at Dark Odyssey?

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Mariko: The bar was four rows deep and she doubted she’d ever see the server again, but if she got up, she’d lose the table. Was she the only one not on spring break here? Forget about ordering food, she didn’t have time. A hint of a sea breeze drifted in off the ocean and she lifted her face to capture every bit of coolness. She opened her blouse by two buttons and pulled the silk material away from her breasts. Her plum lace bra showed a bit, but who cared with all this half-naked flesh walking around? No one noticed the older thirty-something sitting at a table by herself. She fanned inside her blouse, but the small postcard did little to cool her off. Glancing at the card, she read Dark Odyssey Exclusive Lifestyle Impressions, by invitation only. Applications accepted at:
It listed a website address but no other contact information. The plain card, shaded in gray, black and white with silhouetted palm trees, showed a couple embracing between the trees. She flipped the card over but it was blank. She frowned.
The server arrived with her drink. He, too, looked about fourteen. “Like to charge it to your room, ma’am?”
Ma’am? God, do I look that old? “Sure, thanks.” She held up the card. “Do you know what this is?”
The server gave her a half smirk and a dark look. “Private sex club.”
“Strip club?”
“No, sex club. People meet at the club to have kinky sex. Pretty upscale place.”
She tried not to sound shocked. “Ah, I’ve heard of them.” Sort of. “Ever go?” Heat rushed to her face and her pulse kicked up several beats. Images of a room filled with a dozen or so people engaged in one giant orgy came to mind. Hands of several men touching her intimately at the same time, what would that be like? What kinds of people go to places like that? Would she ever have sex with more than one man at the same time? Never.
She felt slick and damp between her legs, and surprisingly aroused by the thought of participating in such an experience. Must be the heat.
“No, I’ve heard people talk about it. Why, do you want to go?” the server asked, still grinning.
She shrugged. Probably not. Was she being old fashioned? She wanted to keep up with the times, but this was a bit extreme. “I don’t know. Might be interesting.” She signed the check, then sipped her drink.
“Interesting? I could think of a few other words for Dark Odyssey.” The server seemed amused.
Mariko stared into her drink.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“This have alcohol in it?” She held up her glass.
He shook his head. “Piña colada, virgin.”
“It’s not a virgin. I’m working as you can see,” she said, referring to her business suit.
He picked up the drink. “Be right back.”
After the discussion about a sex club, her body felt quivery. Maybe she should’ve kept the rum.
In the street beside her, a sports car slammed on its brakes.
Justin: He was considered the cool teacher who didn’t want to grow up, the professor who followed them down to Florida every year for spring break. As long as they never found out the true reason he came along.
Lines of cars cruised down the Fort Lauderdale strip, probably hoping to snatch up a rare parking space. Good luck. The popular beach area with its hotels, shops, restaurants and nightclubs wouldn’t slow down even after most of the college kids went back to their classes.
But some kids don’t make it back. The haunting memory made him nauseated. He took this trip every year and expected the nightmares to fade…
A blaring horn pulled him back to the present as a teen boy on a bicycle played chicken with traffic and a few bikini-clad girls sped by on in-line skates. Shaking his head, Justin hoped his group from Cedarmont College had more sense this week. Spring break had the reputation of getting too wild.
He glanced across the street at the outdoor café, contemplating a cold soda or a beer, when he first saw her. Sitting at a table alone and conspicuously out of place, she looked past him, apparently gazing out at the ocean. He thought the heat had gotten to him. She was beautiful, delicate like an angel in a gray business suit.
Long, slim legs were crossed—very nice legs—and she wore…heels. More business than come-fuck-me heels, but they still looked hot on those legs. Even her brunette hair was twisted in that professional style women wore. So strange. The only woman in a suit for as far as the eye could see. There were no corporate offices around there that he knew of.
He almost laughed out loud. He got hotter just looking at her, imagining her white blouse sticky against her breasts. Man, was he hard up. What the hell was she doing down at the beach during the height of spring break in a business suit, and in this heat?
A waiter placed a frozen white drink in front of her that looked like a piña colada. She took a sip, shook her head and handed it back to him. After exchanging a few words, the waiter left. High maintenance too. He didn’t care. He had to check this one out. She would be perfect for Dark Odyssey if he could convince her.

Book 1: SECRET DESTINY – Out now!!
Book 2: SECRET ESCORT – Out now!!
Book 3: SECRET SINS – Coming 12/5/16
More in the series coming soon!

About the Author:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kathy Kulig is known for her sexy contemporary and paranormal romances that are passionate, intense and riveting. These emotionally-charged stories are full of heart and always have a happy ending. She began her writing career in journalism, publishing articles in magazines and newspapers. Kathy has been featured or quoted in the Chicago Tribune, Writer's Digest, Romantic Times Magazine, USA Today HEA, Bustle Magazine, Florida Weekly, and appeared on several radio shows. She has spoken at national and local conferences, writer's groups and libraries.

When she's not writing, she loves to work out, travel, read a ton of books, watch movies and have dinners out with her darling husband. She lives in Pennsylvania in a 100 year-old Victorian house with a garage built out of reject tombstones.

You may read more about Kathy, her books, contest and upcoming projects by visiting her website  and subscribing to her mailing list.

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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Star Trekkin' Across the Universe....#SpaceOpera #ComingSoon #MakeMineaCowboy with @HVLong

Pre-Order Today and Secure Your Seat aboard the Gilly!

Confession time, I'm a big freaking nerd. Huge. Massive. Over the top, flame on, card carrying geek with nerd cred. I can quote Star Wars, Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica and so many more. I grew up watching the Bionic Woman and Wonder Woman on television. Star Wars (before it was episode IV A New Hope) was the first movie I ever saw in a theater at the age of 5. I fell in love with comic books and superheroes by the time I was six.

This love affair with science fiction and fantasy persisted into my adulthood and frankly over the last sixteen years or so I've hit nerdvana between the Lord of the Rings films, the reboot of Star Trek, the Marvel movies, Deadpool and of course, Star Wars: The Force Awakens.

Between this renaissance on television and film, I also launched a writing career I'd always wanted and published several books. While I have many projects I'm passionate about from my Wolves of Willow Bend to Going Royal to Boomers to Fevered Hearts, I've never had the chance--let me rephrase that--I've never taken the chance to take my writing journey to the stars and beyond (whew, I almost typed to infinity and beyond, but not going there yet!)

All of that changes in December when (thanks to my husband who wouldn't shut up about it) and my beloved readers who whole-heartedly supported the idea, Shaw Sullivan and I will take you on a journey aboard the Gilly. Trust me when I say, this is not going where he or I thought it would.

Also fair warning, while I adore and favor romance, Space Cowboy Survival Guide is much more space opera with a hint of romance possible.

The book releases on December 13th, and I invite you to grab your ticket for this wild adventure and join me...say yes, you know you want to!

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

My name is Jennifer Kacey....and I have Lupus.

Words on the page. Tends to make things real seeing them in black and white. Sure makes the words in the title all kinds of real.

I'm being treated for Systemic Lupus, Sjogren's Sydrome and Raynaud's Phenomenon. Only a handful of people know what's been going on but I've finally decided to share. Because if I can help somebody else know they aren't alone in this then it will be worth it!

Gonna share some of my awesomeness to start with! Notice the oh so sexy Butterfly rash on my nose and cheeks.
Malar Butterfly Rash - Lupus

And I get these odd oval kind of rashes in random places all over my body. I'm incredibly sensitive to the sun which can make everything I'm dealing with worse.
Discoid Rash - Lupus

 Sjogren's Syndrome which is characterized by incredibly dry eyes, mouth, nose, and skin. I happen to have this inside my body too which affects my entire GI tract. Food = pain to me. If I could go the rest of my life without eating I'd be soooo happy!! This part I'm still trying to get a handle on and will see a specialist in November. :)
Super dry mouth - Sjogren's

and Raynaud's Phenomenon. My hands and feet (fingers and toes mostly) will stop circulating blood. They turn white and I lose all feeling in them. Cold is scary for me and if I get incredibly stressed out quickly that can trigger it as well. Circulation and feeling will slowly come back once I get my digits warmed up. It's something I have to be incredibly aware of because if I don't get circulation back in a reasonable time I could lose the affected parts. Boo!!!

All three are auto immune diseases which have a high probability of showing up together. I also have symptoms of Crest Schleroderma as well, cause you know, why not? Tiny capillaries burst due to enlarged blood vessels and this is called Telangiectasias. I have it on my lips, around my nose, my chest and arms. Plus my esophagus stops working sometimes, Raynaud's is tied to this and I get tiny deposits of calcium in my skin. The one piece I don't have is Schlerodactyly which I never want. As in ever. Ever ever.
Telangiectasias - Schleroderma

I've been sick for a long time. Portions of Raynaud's going back twenty five years but I just thought it was something I dealt with. Not a disease, I've been making excuses for my body for so long it became acceptable. Then I got really sick and had to completely focus on what was going on. I was dying and I knew it.

I have symptoms with pictures that go back to 2008 for these illnesses and I've been missdiagnosed or undiagnosed ever since. A lot more symptoms showed up four years ago including cases of strep that I just couldn't kick. For the end of 2014 and all of 2015 I had strep over and over again, finally deciding to get my tonsils out because I just couldn't fathom being sick any more. I met with an ENT in Oct 2015 and she completely agreed I needed the surgery. Said something else could be going on but hopefully the surgery would take care of things and I could get back to living. I had surgery in Dec 2015 after two more rounds of strep. I was even strep positive during my Tonsillectomy and Adenoidectomy. It sucked so bad. Not gonna lie. Day 5 after the surgery was hell on earth. Recovery was tough. But I just kept thinking I'll never have strep again. As in ever and that kept me going. Then I got strep again. And again. And again. I got it every month in 2016 until June when I was referred to Infectious Disease to see what else was going on and why I was getting sicker and sicker. ID ended up not helping me at all and just told me to go back to my primary doctor because she didn't give a shit but she said something that altered the course of my journey. She's the first person to mention auto immune diseases to me and she put me on steroids which gave me the first light at the end of a very long and dark tunnel.

At this point I was losing weight at a very fast rate, my blood pressure was getting higher and higher, my heart would miss beats often, trouble breathing, I was hot all the time but with no fever, my muscles were freaking out all the time and I had a laundry list of other systems. A funny red pattern on my face, incredibly light sensitive to the point I was wearing sunglasses all the time (which is why I'm wearing sunglasses in almost every picture now), mouth sores which I'd never had before, and headaches that were unreal kinds of debilitating no matter how much ibuprofen I took.

So I started doing my own research. I found as comprehensive a list of auto immune diseases as I could find and I started with A. For two weeks and hours and hours of research at night I went through the list alphabetically looking at lists of symptoms and pictures to see if I could find anything that matched. It was a no, no, no until I got to Systemic Lupus. When I found it...I cried. I poured through research and test results and pictures and blogs and I knew I had found my people. Seriously, there is nothing in the world as incredible as feeling all alone and discovering an entire community of people who know EXACTLY what I'm going through.

So you'd think I was done with my struggle and could get help immediately right?
So did I. I made an appointment with my doctor, who had been my doctor I trusted for 12 years. I compiled pages worth of information documenting what I was dealing with. Lists of symptoms I didn't know were symptoms until I found Lupus. Pages of pictures of odd things my body had been doing for so long that I didn't know were all tied together. I went into that appointment so sick I was barely functional. What did I get? A God complex. From the doctor I believed in I was met with nothing but resistance because I had figured it out. He reluctantly ran some tests, and told me to drink more water and rest. When I left that appointment I had never felt so defeated.
The next week in July I was hospitalized because my body was shutting down. There's not much scarier than knowing your body is crapping out and there's nothing you can do. Oh, no, there is one thing scarier. Knowing you're dying and not being able to get help from your doctor because you diagnosed yourself. The fact nobody else cared enough to dig to find answers for me was inconsequential. The hospital experience was less than awesome. No one could get an IV in because my veins were shitting the bed like the rest of me. I wasn't allowed any of my medication for more than 24 hours and I found out the diagnosis put on my hospital intake forms was anorexia.
Talk about one more big FUCK YOU stamped on my forehead.

On the morning I was released my doctor came in to give me the test results he'd run in his office and to tell me I was wrong. One test result was positive but nothing else lined up right so I was wrong. Oh and to tell me I was probably just depressed and he wanted to put me on anti depression meds.
Know what I did? Laughed in his face and asked him to refer me to the Rheumatology and Auto Immune Department of UT Southwestern in Dallas.
I'm no shrinking violet. Ever.
My mantra I live by is Never Settle. I have it tattooed on my side so I never forget where I came from.
I knew something was wrong, I knew I'd stepped all over his doctorly toes and he didn't want to listen. So fuck him. I'd find somebody that would.
Thankfully he brought me copies of all of my test results.
The one test result that was positive. My ANA.
Which happens to be the most prevalent test for Lupus. It was 1:80 that day which is the lowest positive result but it was positive. That's all that mattered to me.
He'd promised to run other tests if my ANA was positive and I oh so nicely reminded him of that fact. He begrudgingly agreed to run them the next week and agreed to refer me to the doctor of my choosing.
Yeah, I felt like a rockstar that day. Just a sick one.

Something else in my bloodwork that day, that he said was just fine? My white blood cells. They were abnormally low but he didn't mention that. Thankfully I'd played this game long enough to get everything in writing so I could do my own research.
Guess what another symptom of Lupus is?
You guessed it. Low WBC counts.

Five weeks later I went to see Auto Immune just as sick as I had been for months. She ran more tests, lots of what had already been run to see what had changed, and she seemed skeptical at best even with all of my documentation. I waited another week and felt nothing but defeated. Then my ANA came back again. In less than a month and a half it had jumped to 1:640. I finally...finally...had her attention. She listened to me. Really listened. She said everyone with Lupus is different. Everyone follows a different course of the disease and this just happens to be mine. And because my bloodwork was so funky I got to spend two weeks thinking I had lymphoma. That was fun. But thankfully all of that was negative and everything still points to complications of Lupus.
I'll see my auto immune doctor every 6 months for the rest of ever to see what changes and how I progress, adjust medications, etc.

I've been put on three new kinds of medicine (which brings my total to 7) to try to get the symptoms under control and have already had to adjust two of them to get me the most relief possible. Oh yeah and I forgot to mention I've had insomnia coupled with horrifying nightmares since November of 2015. Go team!

So what you ask turned everything from annoying to unbearable?
The tonsillectomy surgery.
Something that was supposed to help is what triggered the Lupus flare that has latest almost a full year. Talk about a kick in the nuts people.

Why am I sharing this now?
Because, six weeks into treatment, I think I'm finally on the road to my new normal. Some days I feel better and other days are very much not awesome.
My headaches are still horrible some days but I'm not getting them everyday which is so amazing. My joint pain is soooo much better and my muscle pain and cramping is getting better too. My pleurisy is better, my heart feels stronger and doesn't stop near as often as it has been.

I am Lupus. And I'm going to kick it's ass so hard I'm gonna be the poster child for living with these diseases.

I've always been incredibly private about my health. I don't like to whine. It's pointless and I see it as other people having to deal with my awful. I'll pass. I love being positive and seeing the amazing in everything. So sharing all of this seemed like the opposite of amazing. But I've been living with this so long with no help because I thought it was just me. I have to wonder if I'd shared some of this years ago if I wouldn't have found help then. And then I think about someone else out there going through the same things I am and thinking it's just them.
Fuck. That.
Feeling alone in this makes everything worse so I'm going to try hard not to shove it all in my little box marked "Poopy".

Since opening up to other people I've learned someone else I'm super close to was recently diagnosed with Lupus as well. The specifics of our disease are different but I have someone else that understands what I'm dealing with. It's incredible to talk to someone else that understands how I feel. Overwhelmingly fantastic.

So this is my story, the first step in a very long journey but one I'm going to rock the shit out of.

The moral of the story? Three actually.
1 - Listen to your body. If you think something is wrong don't listen to anyone else tell you they know better. Cause they don't. Going through all of this I also realized I had misdiagnosed Shingles in 2005 and have been dealing with postherpetic neuralgia ever since. Just one more thing I've ignored thinking it was just me being a special snowflake.

2 - This journey, though it has sucked ass so bad, has put me in the facility with the medical team I trust to get me well. Talk about a long ass broken road leading me to the right place. I am exactly where I'm supposed to be and for that I am incredibly thankful.

3 - Live every day like it's your last because you aren't guaranteed a tomorrow.
I'm gonna make mine fantastic!!! Who's with me?!?!?!?


PS - And I just tested positive for strep again yesterday....SMH. Pretty sure I'd like to get off this ride. Anybody got the emergency off button?!?!? :)

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.

Friday, October 21, 2016

Cowboy to Command: Stripped Down Cowboys #2 by Sabrina York

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The second sexy, Stripped Down novel from the author of Stud for Hire.
Just south of Fort Worth, Texas, you’ll find a little ranch where the hot, toned cowboys are ready and eager to take it all off and make your naughtiest fantasies come true...
Satisfaction is the name of the game at the Double S Ranch, where the men are more than willing to play. They come from all walks of life, and each has their own reason for dancing for a lady’s pleasure.

A former Navy SEAL, Brandon Stewart started dancing after an injury in the field put him out of commission. The power he commands when a woman’s eyes are locked on him makes Brandon feel like the man he used to be. But when he meets Porsche, Brandon has never felt more stripped bare.

The spirited beauty needs a handsome fake boyfriend to make another man jealous. But Brandon is determined to prove to Porsche that pretending with him is nothing compared to the real thing...

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Dougal scampered around them, chasing dust whorls, but Brandon’s attention was on Porsche’s face. He was loath to let her go. “So, did you and Claire come up with any brilliant ideas?” He wasn’t truly interested, but this was as good a ploy as any to keep her here. For a while longer at least.
Porsche threw back her head and laughed. Her eyes sparkled and her parted lips tantalized him. “No. We got distracted.” She leaned closer. “We often do.”
“What distracted you?”
She pinned an innocent look on her face. “Lisa was making profiteroles.”
“What the hell are profiteroles?”
“Choux à la crème,” she said with a wave of her hand.
He laughed. “Still in the dark.”
“Cream puffs.”
Now that he understood. “I should probably go visit the kitchen.”
“Good luck with that. Claire’s in there. We call her Hooverlips.” 
“That is hardly kind.”
“Maybe not. But true. She does love to eat.”
Dougal spotted another dust whorl and shot off in yet another direction. The leash wound around their legs and they, perforce drew closer. And damn, he loved the feel of her pressing against his chest and groin, her smile, her laugh as she fell against him.
She gazed up into his eyes and said, “I think we’re trapped.”
“I think so too.” But he could hardly complain. Until she tried to wiggle free.
Then again, he did like the wiggling.
They both laughed as they became even more inextricably entwined and then, all of a sudden, Porsche froze. Her gaze, wide and welcoming, snapped to his. “Oh, kiss me now,” she gushed and his heart thumped. She wrapped her arms around his neck and went up on her tiptoes and pursed her lips.
Though he was hardly disinclined, he was surprised. What had incited this sudden and incongruous passion? He stared at her in shock as his body went on point, hummed, trilled with exhilaration and excitement.
“Hurry,” she said. “He’s watching.”
He’s watching.
Well hell. His mood plummeted. He should have realized. He should have expected as much. He was a fool for thinking she suddenly wanted to kiss him.
He was struck with an immediate anger, and at the same time, a scorching determination.
Kiss her?
He’d give her a kiss she would never forget.
He took her cheeks in his hands and tipped her head a bit to the side and stared at her. “Are you ready?” he asked in a whisper.
She blinked. “I…ah…yes.”
But still, he waited, staring at her lips, so full and lush. He’d waited so long to taste her, the anticipation itself was delicious. Slowly, he lowered his head and he brushed his mouth over hers, a tease and nothing more. Then he did it again.
Good God, she was delectable.  Soft, sweet, a velvety heaven. She tasted of sugar and a hint of chocolate with an undertone of…Porsche. He wanted to sink into her. Consume her.
So he did.
He deepened the kiss, investing in it all his desire, his hope, his passion.
And God help him, she responded.
She tightened her hold and pressed against him and made little mewling sounds that set his body on fire.
He leaned into the kiss, bending her back, grasping for all he could reach.
It became a conflagration, a wild storm swirling them both in a savage whirlwind of gargantuan proportions that was—
An annoying voice came from his left. Brandon attempted to ignore it.
He lifted his head and stared down into Porsche’s eyes. He was gratified that she seemed dazed and boneless. Really gratified when she reached up for another kiss. And that, of course, set him off again as well. He couldn’t get enough.
Not ever.
“Hello? People? That’s good. You can disengage.” Claire—for that was who it was—attempted to pull them apart.
“But Cody’s watching,” Porsche murmured, snuggling in closer.
“He’s gone.”
To Brandon’s disgruntlement, she eased back, still staring into his eyes. “He’s gone,” she whispered.
“I heard,” he said. But he couldn’t resist one more kiss. Just one.
And damn it all to hell. Why hadn’t Cody stayed just a little longer?

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Cowboy to Command by Sabrina York 10/18/2016
Spurred On by Sabrina York  01/17/2017


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