Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Her Creed by Jennifer Kacey

Review from The Jeep Diva - "I finished reading it a couple of days ago and the only thought that is still running through my head is that it is most certainly the dirtiest book I’ve ever read… and I liked it."

Fighters take the ultimate prize for victory…
Underage KC snuck into the underground fight club called The Cage. But it was no ordinary fight club. The participants didn’t battle for titles or a useless belt to collect dust. The men and women brawled for only one thing. To be the victor and take the spoils of war they’d earned with their blood, sweat and tears. Not for money or jewels. They fought for the right to take the loser in any way—and any hole—of their choosing.
But KC was discovered by one of the bouncers and taken to a room with no way out. To the office of the owner, Creed, who held more than just her fate in his hands…
He’d seen hundreds of warriors find their way to his door with visions of grandeur and conquest. But it took a girl not yet a woman to remind him why he worked so tirelessly day in and day out. Her eyes. They would haunt him long after he threw her out of his arena and told her never to return.
Years later, they meet again, and KC is ready to take her place amongst his fighters. Creed wants nothing to do with the woman she’s become, but their fate has an interesting way of setting things right.
Consent has never seen this kind of fight club…

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Reader Advisory - Her Creed rides a very thin line between consensual and non-consensual sex. Readers sensitive to portrayals of non-consensual sex should be advised.

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.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Tristan’s Temptation by Sabrina York #Giveaway


Tristan’s Temptation by Sabrina York
The red-hot sequel to Adam’s Obsession.

Tristan Trillo has one steadfast rule—thou shalt not fish in the company pond. That puts his executive assistant Shannon Weiss firmly out of reach. He tells himself the secret steamy computer simulations he creates—ones featuring a seductress with more than a passing resemblance to Shannon—are enough. But watching the virtual Shannon get spanked or tied up, taken from behind or while down on her knees, just makes him want the real Shannon more.

When Shannon discovers the depth of Tristan’s desire, she vows to seduce him in real life, his rule be damned. After a blazing, illicit tryst in Tristan’s office, he insists they can never do it again. So Shannon, ever the obedient assistant, makes certain the next time she seduces him, they do something completely different.

Poor Tristan is a man trapped between his steadfast rule and a burning passion. A rock, if you will, and a very hard place.

What people are saying about Tristan’s Temptation

“The scene where Tristan makes Shannon come clean with how long she has wanted him is beyond hot. *fans self in memory* And of course there is plenty of other smoking scenes that darn near melted my Kindle…Read this story! I mean is there any better way to spend a day? I think not!  But be careful ~ I may have tempted you, but prepare to become obsessed!” Reader’s Edyn

“Delicious… Tristan and Shannon’s secret office romance is through the roof sexy and I couldn’t get through the pages of this sexy novella fast enough.” Sizzling Hot Book Reviews 

5 Angels! “Tristan’s Temptation: a thoroughly fun, dizzyingly sexy read!” Fallen Angel Reviews

“A wonderful book…I would love to revisit these characters in the future.” Romancing the Book

“Fantastic.” Sensual Reads

“This was a fun read…hot and steamy.” Night Owl Reviews


An Irresistible Temptation…
It was nearly ten that night when he finally broke down and called her. He used the phone, because they’d already done the computer thing, and he’d insisted that couldn’t happen again. The phone, for some reason, he could justify.
It took her a moment to pick up, though he knew she was home. He could see the light streaming softly through her windows as he stood on the bluff overlooking her house.
“Hello?” Her voice was soft, watery. Like she’d been crying.
“Tristan.” She fairly breathed his name.
“Are you all right?”
She sniffled. “Oh yeah. I was just, um, watching a movie. How are you?”
“I’m… good.” It was a lie. He was hungry and antsy and annoyed. “I’ve been thinking about you.” Like incessantly.
“Have you?” Her sniffles seemed to have cleared up. He watched as she stepped out onto the patio, wearing a terrycloth robe, cell phone in hand and looked up at his house. He sketched a wave.
“Yes. Have you been thinking about me?”
“A little.” He heard the smile in her voice.
“Just a little?”
“Well. Okay. A lot.” He watched as she sat on a lounge chair and pulled a blanket over her lower body. It was a cool night and her legs were bare.
“Did you just get out of the shower?” Something started to simmer in his groin.
“The bath.”
He groaned at the vision her words created in his head. “Did you have bubbles?”
“Not tonight. But I could do that, if it would interest you. I’d let you watch.”
“Would you?” He liked that idea. He liked it very much.
“Did you touch yourself while you were in the bath?”
She chortled. “Of course, Tristan. But do you know what?”
“What?” He was breathless with curiosity.
“I’m touching myself right now.”
“What!” He nearly dropped his cell over the cliff. Jesus. There. On the balcony. Outside!
“Oh yeah.” She moaned deep and low. He swore he could see her fingers undulating inside that robe, under the blanket, a quarter mile away. In the shadows.
“Shannon, Jesus. You’re killing me.”
She didn’t reply, but he watched as her knees rose to points in the distance as she shifted her body. Anyone else watching would have no idea that the woman relaxing on the lounger was slipping her fingers deep inside her body, but Tristan knew. He knew with a visceral jolt to his solar plexus as he heard her groan, the sharp gasps and the tiny little whimpers of pleasure. “Hell.” He squinted his eyes in a vain attempt to see her better. There in the dark. A quarter mile away.
“Oh yes.” Her voice was like velvet. “I’m so wet for you, Tristan. I’ve been thinking about you all day and I want you in me sooo bad.”
“Do you?” Hell. He wanted that too. More than fucking anything.
“Mmm. Do you know how hard my little nub is? It’s like a stone. So hard. So swollen. It feels so good when I touch it. I wish you could touch it. I wish you could lick it. I wish…”
But Shannon was talking to herself. Tristan had severed he connection and was heading for the door, his car keys and his hard on making twin bulges in his jeans.

Wired Series by Sabrina York
Scorching Office Romances Coming this Fall!

When brothers Tristan and Adam started a tech company with their college friend Jack, they made one firm, unbreakable rule: thou shalt not fish in the company pond.
What a pity all three men find themselves entangled with women they cannot resist!

2013 Passionate Plume Finalist

Friday, November 25, 2016

Happy Day after Turkey Day and Black Friday Day! From the Decadent Divas

Hope everyone had an AWESOME Turkey Day and is enjoying Black Friday HOPEFULLY off from work and relaxing with friends and family!

Do any of you guys do the whole Black Friday thing??

It's so not my idea of a fun time so I'll be laying on the couch watching movies all day!! 

Plus all my Christmas shopping is already done. SCORE!!!


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.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Adam’s Obsession by Sabrina York #Giveaway

Adam’s Obsession by Sabrina York
Hopelessly shy and utterly repressed, Katherine Hart slakes her taboo desires online, where the anonymity allows her to indulge without embarrassment. Her virtual lover, Savage, is willing to meet her every need, especially once he discovers her naughty little secret—more than anything, she craves a masterful man. Fortunately, Savage is just that. And then some.
When Adam Trillo—aka Savage—discovers the shameless, erotic woman he’s been tangling with online is actually his demure coworker, he’s determined to seduce her in real life. He longs to release the wild Kat he knows lurks just below the surface. With a relentless mix of domination and persuasive charm, he draws her into his web until she’s helpless to deny their mutual passion.
Particularly when she’s tied to his bed.

What people are saying about Adam’s Obsession:

FIVE HEARTS! “I had hot flashes throughout the whole book! I would recommend this to everyone who loves a steamy romance with a little humor thrown in…it was a great book that I will read again and again!”  The Romance Studio

RECOMMENDED READ: “I loved this story! This is one author I’ll be sure to seek out in the future for further reading pleasure.” Fallen Angel Reviews

“The sex scenes were absolutely awesome and had that edge of danger and taboo that makes the heart race.” Night Owl Reviews

“Make sure that you make no other plans while you sit down to read this story, because I am almost positive that nothing will be able to pull you away…I am not kidding when I say that everyone should read this steamy and erotic novella.”  Sizzling Hot Books

“Adam’s Obsession was a fun read which I recommend to kinky readers who love the interoffice romance with a happily ever after.” Goodreads

“Adam’s Obsession was an intense fun read…Adam is a very dominant man that can allow the woman he loves to have control sometimes.  I did have to laugh at a couple of situations they ended up in.  This is one I will be reading again.” Literary Nymphs Reviews Only

“Very enjoyable, fast, sexy read.” Goodreads

“I loved this story, thought it was seductive and wanted to read more about this alluring couple, even after the book was finished. Wonderful read, couldn’t put it down.” Sensual Reads


Her Internet Lover…
“There’s something I want you to do.” His voice was low, hard; a certain, intense timbre vibrated through him to her, thrumming over the computer connection.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Anything.”
“First, what are you wearing?”
It was all Katherine could do to hold back her laugh. “Not that again.”
“Seriously. I want an answer.”
She shrugged. “A cocktail dress. Black. With heels.”
“Put on your teddy,” he commanded, and she complied.
She slipped off her dress and bra, dropping both on a forgotten pile on the floor, and then pulled her satin teddy from her suitcase. It felt cool slipping over her skin. It caught on her hard nipples, making them grow even fatter. She moaned as she rubbed them, you know, just a little, to enhance the mood.
“Mmm. It feels good.”
“Are you wearing the teddy?”
“Perfect. What do you have on under it?”
“Nothing. Well, panties.”
“Perfect. Do you still have the heels on?”
“Yes.” She did. As much as she hated them, she loved the way they looked. Besides, the heels completely changed the way she felt in the black teddy. In the full length mirror behind the door, she looked practically sexy.
“How do you look?”
“I’ll bet.” The words were guttered, heavy and harsh. “I wish I could see you. Now. There’s something I want you to do.”
“I want you to go and get two ice cubes.”
“What?” Was he insane? She’d have to walk all the way through the hotel suite to the kitchen. “In my teddy?”
“Savage, he might see me.”
“What if he does? Maybe he’ll fuck you. That’s what you want. Isn’t it?”
Katherine didn’t answer.
“Isn’t it? Deep down, you want him inside you.”
Again, she didn’t respond.
“Answer me.”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Then go to the kitchen. In your teddy. And get two ice cubes. Oh. And Wildkat?”
“Before you go, take off the panties.”
“Take them off. I want you completely exposed. And I want you to know how exposed you are.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. If you don’t, I’ll have to punish you.”
“No Kat. No questions. Just do it.”
She stood by the door for several minutes, contemplating this challenge and, most especially, how it made her feel. She was liquid inside, and quivering. She would, she decided at length, go to the kitchen and get the ice cubes wearing her teddy, but she would leave her panties in place. Utterly bare-assed was a little further than she was willing to go, especially when Adam might discover her at any moment. Besides…Savage would never know she had cheated just a little.
Slowly she turned the knob and peered out into the hallway. There was no one there. She slipped through the shadows and into the living room, heading toward the kitchen. She pushed open the swinging door and froze.
There stood Adam Trillo cracking out ice cubes at the counter. His chest was bare—a magnificent panoply of rippling muscles and scattered darkling dust. He wore only baggy gray sweatpants held up, it seemed, by the enormous bulge in the front.
“Hey there Wildkat,” he purred. “What took you so long?”

Wired Series by Sabrina York
Scorching Office Romances Coming this Fall!

When brothers Tristan and Adam started a tech company with their college friend Jack, they made one firm, unbreakable rule: thou shalt not fish in the company pond.
What a pity all three men find themselves entangled with women they cannot resist!

2013 Passionate Plume Finalist


Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Dressing Lily by Siobhan Shannon

Dressing Lily
Sans Soucis House
Siobhan Shannon

Genre: Lesbian Romance

Publisher:  Decadent Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-68361-127-1
Cover art by Valerie Tibbs
Book Description:
If life is a game, Olivia Lyons wishes someone would let her in on the rules. From picking the wrong sweetheart to telling the wrong secrets, she just can’t seem to win. But then she falls in love, and her world seems brighter. However, when her romance is discovered, her father sends Olivia to live with her mother in New Orleans.

Broken hearted, Olivia starts her life over, working for Claude DeCloux, who owns a jazz club. There, she meets the infamous Lily LaRue, Queen of Burlesque and learns more about herself and the world she lives in than she believes possible. Lilly, however, is very possessive, tangling Olivia in a web of exhibition and money that seems impossible to escape. Can she break free and find her way back to the only woman who’s ever truly owned her heart?

About the Author
Siobhan Shannon lives in Texas with her husband and a very well behaved dog. She writes, makes lace, dances, sings and plays fiddle every chance she gets. She loves everything about having grown-up children and hopes to live at the seashore one day. She frequently misses appointments because she is writing and fails to heed the time. She has written Dressing Lily and two speculative fiction novels. You can contact her at siobhan@siobhanshannon.com 

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Interview with Siobhan Shannon
Which of your book’s characters is most like you and why?
Olivia and I share a great deal. Like Liv, I never seem to understand the rules until I break one. Like her, I love first and ask questions later, and most of all like her, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make happiness for myself and my loved ones.
What was your biggest challenge in writing your current release?
The editing process is hard. Having someone meddle with my writing gives me the heebee-geebies. I have to take a deep breath and pretend it isn’t my writing that I’m revising. When it gets really bad, I go to yoga.
When did you know you were destined to be a writer?
About the fifth grade. My mom saved a story for me from back then in my little-girl handwriting with magazine pictures for illustrations. I think the teacher even did some editing for me in red. I’ve been writing ever since, everything from essays and blog posts to poems, novels and short stories. In college, professors would assign papers and everyone else would be like, “Ah, man, anotherpaper,” and I’d be like, “Yay! Another paper.” I started submitting my writing to publishers when I was 18. Eventually, I began to find the right places for my writing.  I love telling stories and I always have. One of my friends called me a reconteuse. I had to go look it up, but she’s right, that’s exactly what I am.

Speed Round (just to get to know you better):
Coffee, tea or other: Coffee in the morning, bubbly water in the afternoon, and tea when I’m feeling low.
Music preference: Irish traditional and Jazz. There’s a surprising crossover between the two.
Favorite movie: Treasure of the Sierra Madre, with Humphrey Bogart. It’s a lesson in human nature.
Dog, cat, or other: I love my Lab. Not oddly at all, she loves me.
Favorite author: Graham Greene, particularly The Power and the Glory.  Patrick Rothfuss is great, and I’ve recently discovered Neil Gaiman.
Favorite actor: David Tenant
Favorite television show: MASH. This little gem got me through the darkest hours of my life.

I didn’t set out to deliberately ruin my life. I don’t guess anyone does, and then when the walls come crashing down, it’s just so . . . surprising. One day you wake up and nothing looks the same anymore and the next, people are asking you why you’re destroying their lives. I don’t know. I woke up on one of those desperately close mornings in July when the air feels like a blanket and nothing was the same any more. I didn’t even like my coffee the same way anymore. It might have been meeting Daisy Bledsoe. Or it could have been a virus, God only knows. All I can tell you is that on that morning, everything changed.
   She wasn’t the prettiest girl I ever saw. She was tall and weathered and snaggle-toothed, but when she smiled her face lit up and you couldn’t resist smiling too. She certainly wasn’t the smartest girl I ever met, either. There were times I wanted to pull my hair out over the things she did. But on that July morning, she mesmerized me, and before I knew it I was making decisions that snowballed into a freight train that could have ruined my life. Strange but true, I think I’d do it all over again.
   I must have been about twenty when Pa sent me to Tom Harmon’s place to see if he had a fuel pump for our old tractor. I had never been out to Harmon’s before and missed my turn. I came down a road that just kept getting narrower until I had no choice but to go forward. I found myself on a grass track that petered out among dead machines and rusting farm implements in front of her house. I finally found a place where I could turn around, but that was when I met Daisy.
   It was hot and I had the windows down. I came round a bend and a big black dog decided I didn’t belong there. He jumped up at the window of Pa’s truck raising hell. All I could do is hit the brakes and lean away.
   “Max!” I heard a voice like a sack of gravel shout, “Come heah.” Max shut up and left the side of my truck, making me happy. One look at her, and I knew I was lost.
   “Can I help you?”
   “I believe you already have.”

Monday, November 14, 2016




Eleven Fiery Romances including Contemporary, Fantasy, Historical, M/F/M, M/M, M/M/F, New Adult, Paranormal, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Suspense, Rubenesque, Shape-shifter, Stepbrother, and Threesome romance from bestselling authors writing as The Naughty Literati!

Sabrina York
Furious at the betrayal of her once-loyal woodsman, Queen Cressida intends to make him pay. But Nicholas turns the tables, determined to thaw Her Royal Majesty with the heat of a passion she cannot resist.

Suz deMello
“It doesn't matter” is cynical Sophie Fortune's motto. Then her best friend is killed and Sophie herself is attacked. Can Detective Inspector Nick Wendell keep her safe and heal her heart?

Tina Donahue
Baby, it’s hot inside…
For Laurel, Christmas so sucks. She’s out of a job, money, and luck until her neighbor Scott plays Santa. This tall, dark, and sexy hunk delivers sweet decadence and holiday magic that makes being bad oh-so good.

Nicole Austin
Loving two men, my stepbrothers, got me exiled to a foreign country. Without them I’m lost and alone, cast adrift on turbulent seas without a compass or rudder. In order to finally be together we’ll have to navigate a course through the landmine infested waters of my traumatic past.

DISPUTED BOUNDARIES (Stories From The San Juan Islands)
Regina Kammer
Garrison life along the disputed Canadian-U.S. border is so uneventful Royal Marine Braxton Thorne mostly just fools around with his fiancée Tilda. But when American adventurer Gideon Roberts provokes unexpected desires, Braxton finds himself in a war over the boundaries of his heart.

Francesca Hawley
When food blogger, Taylor Simmons writes a scathing review of his restaurant, John “Doc” Holliday challenges her to return so he can give her the flavorgasm she’s been chasing her entire life.

Berengaria Brown
Blair, Alex and Kurt meet in the stairwell of their office building during a fire drill. The building may not be burning, but they are, for each other.

Katherine Kingston
Ginny decides to pursue a relationship with Ben despite the risks to her heart. She can cope with his claim that he’s a shape-shifting gargoyle, but his warning that they will have only a short time together gives her pause.

The final posthumous work of Charlotte Boyett-Compo
Audriana Lansing has fled her overbearing family and made a life for herself, until she gets trapped between bounty hunters searching for her and an old flame who doesn’t believe in forgive and forget.

Berengaria Brown
Maeve nearly fell off her barstool when sexy Taryn asked her to fist her. But is it the right thing to do?
*This is an enlarged and re-edited version of a formerly published story.*

Tina Donahue
She’s into virtue. He’s not. On a pleasure asteroid, he’ll show her what paradise really is.


An annoying illicit thrill walked down her spine as he took a step toward her with something glinting in his eyes. But she was no longer the innocent trusting girl with whom he’d once dallied. She was no longer a passionate soul. The long cold winter of her marriage had frozen her to the core. Nothing could thaw her. Certainly not his laugh, his smile, his smoldering gaze.
There was no place for him in her life now.
She swallowed the lump in her throat at the thought, at the regrets screaming through her. They were as pointless as her frail, withering hope.
Her hands were red with cold. Surely that was the only reason she turned away from him and stormed over to the hearth. Trembling, only a tad, she held her palms closer to the licking warmth. He followed, stood behind her. Far too close. Heat rolled off him in waves, bathing her back.
“Cressida.” Oh, how did he do that? His voice, a low rumble, resonated through her, sending an echoing twinge through her barren womb. “Your clothes are damp. You should take them off.”
She spun around with a squawk of indignation.
Oh dear. Perhaps she shouldn’t have done that. He was so close, the tips of her breasts scraped over his bare chest. Her nipples pinged with delight at the contact.
Drawing in a sharp breath, she stepped back.
Again he followed.
And then, before her mind could process his intention, he put his large hands to her waist and lifted her, spinning her around to settle her in the chair by the fire. He knelt before her and flipped the hem of her velvet dress up onto her knees. Shock, outrage and an illicit brand of anticipation warred within her, making her utterly incapable of speech or movement.
Slowly, he slipped her shoes from her feet. And her stockings. Then he cupped each foot in his warm grasp. Rubbing. Stroking. Stoking some long-dead fire in her belly.
“Stop that,” she hissed, attempting to yank away. He did not allow it.
But then, truth be told, she didn’t want to yank away. Dear Lord, it was exquisite, the firm caress of his knowing fingers on her tender flesh.
What a pity it was wholly inappropriate. She should make him stop.
“Your feet are like ice.”
“It’s cold outside,” she muttered. “I just marched through a blizzard.”
“Hmm.” He bent his head. His hot breath trickled over her toes. She squirmed, tried desperately to hold in a moan. “I noticed that.” He glanced up and their gazes met. “You came to chastise me, to punish me for my defiance.”
“Yes.” All right. Perhaps she hadn’t needed to snap. But now he was trickling his fingertips over her instep and at the seam of her toes. It was delicious, but far too much to bear.
“I also noticed you came alone.”
“And?” She succeeded in wrenching her foot from his grasp.
He found the other.
“I thought it…interesting that you didn’t bring your Royal Guard.”
“I— I…” She hadn’t bothered to rouse them. She’d been too infuriated.
“As though you wanted to be alone with me.” His expression tightened. Gone was the subservient minion. All of a sudden, he was once again the dark and dangerous boy who once had held her down and kissed her. Teased her. Mercilessly. His fingers rose higher, massaged her calves. Then, when she didn’t protest—couldn’t, in fact—they rose higher.
Slowly, he drew her knees apart.
“Do you remember the games we played, Cressida?”
Oh. Oh. She remembered. She’d never forgotten. Never stopped aching.
“I’m not that girl any longer.” It should have been a defiant snarl, but it came out as more of a plaintive whimper. Life could be so unfair.
For they had only ever played.

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