Sunday, February 25, 2018

Something Special by Jennifer Kacey

Coming March 1st by Jennifer Kacey!!!

Lying is hard. Not accepting the truth is even harder.

When Lily Williams’s date abandons her on New Year’s Eve, she makes a new resolution. Stop taking the easy path, dating guys who are all wrong for her, and find the right path. Whatever the hell that is.

She never thought when the ball fell, it would be her best friend Elle Wright’s lips she’d be tasting. Before the night ends, she’s tasted a whole lot more. It’s a night of magic. A night of perfection.

A night Elle is convinced was only a cocktail-fueled dream.

Now it’s time for Lily to put up or shut up. Let Elle keep pretending to herself, or do the hard thing—fight for a love that could all too easily slip through their fingers.

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.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Mid-Winter Entertainment

It’s mid-winter, a time when Christmas is far behind us and spring feels as though it’s never going to get here. I know I find this time of year the hardest. It’s cold, it’s snowy, and I spend too much time huddle inside.

It’s a wonderful time of years to go to movies, which I do. I love to take myself out to the theatre, usually to the afternoon showing as there aren’t as many people around, and settle in and enjoy being taken away for a couple of hours. I tend to sit the third row back from the front. Yes, I’m a creature of habit. I also never bother with snacks, as I usually take myself out for lunch before I see the movie since the theatre is in the local mall.

Lately, I’ve seen several fantastic movies.

The 15:17 to Paris, a movie about three Americans who discover a terrorist plot aboard a train while in France. It’s a true story, but what makes it even more interesting is that the three men actually play themselves in the movie. It’s a reminder that we are not defined by our failures and that ordinary people can do extraordinary things.

The Shape of Water highlights the strange and beautiful relationship between a lonely, mute janitor and an amphibious creature behind held in captivity. It’s set at a top secret research facility in the 1960s. While there are some gratuitous nude scenes at the beginning, the love story is beautiful and the storyline makes you consider the definition of monsters, and that it takes more than a surface appearance to be one. It really is what’s on the inside that matters.

Black Panther is the latest movie from Marvel and lives up to the hype. T’Challa returns home to take his rightful place as King of Wakanda, but secrets from the past and threats from the present collide to place not only himself but also his country in danger. This movie is visually stunning, has a complex storyline, and the women are FIERCE!

While I love going to the movies, the mid-winter is also a wonderful time to read. And if you’re looking for a book, Wolf in her Soul is on sale for a very limited time for only 99-cents. If you haven’t checked it out yet, now might be the perfect time.

Wolf in her Soul
Salvation Pack, Book 8

Detective Reece Gallagher has spent the last decade working as a cop in Chicago so he can search for her—the red-haired woman who haunts his dreams. He’s just about ready to give up and go home to Salvation, North Carolina, when he finally finds her. But she’s the assault victim on a case he’s working on, and there’s a full-blooded werewolf who wants her dead. He needs to keep her safe and convince her she’s his mate.
Hannah Burdette has a secret she’s never told anyone. But there is someone who knows who—or rather, what—she is. There’s a stalker after her who plans to rid the world of her “impure” blood. When the cop she meets turns out to be a werewolf and claims she doesn’t have to be alone anymore, she’s wary. But where better to hide from a bloodthirsty hunter than in the middle of North Carolina with the security of a pack surrounding her?

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Sunday, February 18, 2018

Birthday Fantasy Goes Horribly Wrong!

Happy birthday to you February babies!

I was born in February too. I'm a card-carrying picture-perfect Pisces. My creative juices usually come out in my books, but well, sometimes, they're released in other ways. I jotted this little scene last year. Why? Because I turned 50 and realized some of my darker fantasies were getting further and further out of reach.  If you're like me, you have a list of kinky, dangerous, or simply romantic fantasies that you want to try before you die. I've got a bunch that probably won't happen, but they're nice motivation to keep up my remedial yoga classes. They make for excellent daydreams, but when it comes to actually doing these things, well ... The mind says YES! Let's do that! The out of shape body says UM, is that even physically possible now? Seriously? You'll never walk upright again!

Can you relate? If so, read on and chuckle with me.

BDSM Fantasy No. 1

She was in pain.
And not the good kind either. This was ordinary pain. Stubbed toe, sprained ankle, pulled muscle kind of pain. It was the kind of pain that made you want to jump around holding the offending body part and swearing like the proverbial sailor. Or maybe a pirate if the toe happened to be the pinky and you ripped the nail off.

It was her birthday. This was her gift to herself. She was living a fantasy. Sure. That’s what she was telling herself over and over again in a desperate attempt to escape the pain.

The books never mention what happens when an out-of-shape middle-aged woman who’s had several babies is tied up for too long. Nope. They never describe how the sexy ropes dig into the cellulite, or how the knots press into just the right spot so you get a charley horse. Apparently no one in the books ever has to pee either. Probably she should’ve skipped that third glass of wine.

Those fictional pain junkies must be in great shape. Yoga or Pilates? Has to be one or the other, right? No one ever talks about cramping. In the books, these women have orgasms flying left and right while trussed up like a luau pig. Maybe she should’ve tried exercising before agreeing to this. A few stretches would’ve been a good idea. Ow. Her overly-tight hamstrings were screaming in protest. How far could they stretch before one of them snapped like a rubber band? No one in the books ever gets a cramp in their big toe either. She wiggled it and the cramp shot straight across the arch of her foot. 

Hey, buddy, let’s hurry up with that orgasm so I can pee.

Really didn’t need that third glass. She tried to shift her thigh to the right with the hope that would take some pressure from her bladder before she embarrassed herself. She thought about smiling. Her dom for the night wanted to know if she squirted.

Well... not usually.

Totally oblivious to her inner monologue, said dom circled her while dragging the leather flogger across her ass. Hard to miss it, really. It was the size of a Fiat at the moment--A blindingly white Fiat that hadn’t seen the rays of the sun in, oh, maybe never.

So it was her birthday and here she was lying on her face, hands bound, legs bound, mouth gagged, wincing as sweat ran into her eyes. Her bare ass stuck straight in the air with her pussy hanging out for him to tease. He ran the handle of the flogger between her cheeks to tap the entrance to her backdoor. Or was the correct term ‘rosebud’ or ‘puckered love knot?’ Who the fuck cares? The tiny little hole folded in on itself in an attempt to remain ‘exit only.’ Tap, tap, tap.

Knock all you want, big bad wolf. This little door’s locked up tight.

Too bad her front door, pussy, cunt, channel, man cave, whatever the hell it was called, wasn’t as shy. It was twitching like an exposed electrical wire. Uh-oh. Every little movement tickled her bladder. The man in the mask chuckled again. The evil sound didn’t bode well. The last time he’d made that sound was just before he shoved the ball gag into her mouth. Squeezing her eyes shut and wishing she’d done more Kegels, she squealed in protest as a stream of cold, oily gunk flowed down the center of her crease.

“Hold still now. This is my favorite,” the dom said. He sounded so happy with himself.

What was he doing back there?
His next question answered hers. “How do you feel about butt plugs?”

No, No! Wait! That is not okay, mister!

Before she knew it, the tip of something much bigger than his finger nudged at the tight little opening. She stiffened and tried to move away. Busily twisting and turning the thing in her ass, he murmured something encouraging and no doubt bossy, before stopping to douse her in an extra glob of cold lube.

You know how when you have to pee really badly, and when you jump into the cold water of the pool, you have to pee more?

Um, yeah. It was just like that.

So it turns out she’s a squirter after all.

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Friday, February 16, 2018

Black Light: Roulette Redux: Now that’s the way to celebrate Valentine’s Day!

I hope you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day, whether you spent it with your significant other or your girlfriends. I actually love the idea of Galentine’s Day. I don’t think we celebrate our friendships as much as we should. I know that the women in my life provide the bedrock of support, whether I interact with them personally in my day-to-day life or online through my writer and reader support groups. 

I spent the latter part of my Valentine’s Day evening diving into Black Light: Roulette Redux. As I mentioned in last month’s blog, I met a wonderful group of writers at A Dark and Seductive Affair, many of whom are featured in this volume of titillating, unique, fun, and sexy stories. The premise is a matching of Doms and subs at Black Light, an exclusive BDSM club, using a roulette wheel, and then determining how they will play by using another one with a listing of BDSM activities. As they did in the first volume last year (hence the Redux in the title), the stories explore varied kinds of play, many of which expand the boundaries of the usual BDSM novels. 

This is an incredibly talented group of writers. There isn’t a clinker in the bunch. Jennifer Bene and Livia Grant not only write their own stories but they write the intro and wrap-up of the anthology. They are also the publishers of the book, along with a number of other noteworthy titles from their publishing company Black Collar Press. You should definitely check them out.

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Thursday, February 15, 2018


I'm a sucker for romantic comedies, and while I've tried to coerce the boy into getting in touch with his feminine side by watching some with me, alas, his 15-year-old self says, "Uh, no thanks. I'm going to watch anime on my phone." 

That's okay. I've seen these rom-coms so many times, I feel like I'm in them. Behold, my top 10!

10. Pretty Woman

      If you can get over the whole Cinderella hooker thing and forget the fact that most prostitutes on Hollywood Blvd. wind up dead from an overdose in a back alley somewhere, this is an adorable movie. Why? Because Julia Roberts is freaking adorable in it. Her charm is undeniable. And even though no one watching will ever believe Ms. Roberts is hooker material, she and Richard Gere have great chemistry together.  

9. 50 First Dates

    Many people cannot stomach Adam Sandler films because most of them are, well, dumb, but this one is actually quite endearing. I love Drew Barrymore, and she brings a lot of heart to this role as someone who replays the same day over and over again. The ending always makes me cry, further reinforcing my belief that every woman deserves a man who loves her that much, despite the obstacles. 

8. Crazy, Stupid Love

    A surprisingly insightful film about marriage and relationships, and believing the grass is always greener...This was my first time seeing Emma Stone in anything, and I now have an official fangirl crush on her because she's so damn cute in this. Ryan Gosling pulls off the whole Casanova player thing without being a douchebag, but I gotta say, even if he had been a big ole D-bag, it wouldn't have mattered once he takes off his shirt. Yes, he's that yummy. Meow. 

7. Moonstruck

    I have a special place in my heart for this one, probably because I grew up in an Italian family so I can relate to many of the elements in this movie, and also because they filmed the bakery scenes a block from my childhood home, so that was pretty exciting. Cher is feisty in this one; she does the best slap across the face out of anyone. And anyone who has been married for more than 20 years will appreciate the rocky-patch realism of Cher's parents, the ever talented Olympia Dukakis and Vincent Gardenia. 

6. Love Actually

    You either love it or hate it. People argue it's not a Christmas movie, but I watch it every year during Christmas. There's a storyline for everyone, with a great cast of characters, so unless your heart is made of stone (in which case, Die Hard may be more your speed), I can almost guarantee you'll be singing "All I Want for Christmas Is You" for 2 entire weeks after. If nothing else, watching it for Bill Nighy's cheekiness alone makes it worth it.

5. Hitch

    Kevin James as a leading man? I know, I know, but he pulls it off with a lot of help from Will Smith, who excels in the art of smooth-talking the ladies. And even though supermodels who are thrown into movies usually bomb heavily, Amber Valletta manages to convey a nerdy charm that makes it a bit more believable that she could ever fall for a bumbling idiot like James. 

4. The Proposal

    Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds. Enough said.

3. You've Got Mail

     This movie captures that delicate, still somewhat innocent period right before the explosion of the digital age, when you had to wait to get home before you could check your email. Ooooh, the anticipation was positively delicious, and Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks convey it well. Unfortunately, it accurately depicts the downfall of small mom and pop businesses due to being swallowed up by huge corporate entities (an inevitable phenomenon that makes me cry), but if you focus on this enemies-to-friends budding romance, it'll take you back to a kinder, gentler time.    

2. Dirty Dancing

    Where do I start with this one? Bad boy/good girl is one of my favorite tropes and no one does it better than Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey. The dancing, the bodies, the music, the heat between these two...make for one hot film. 

1. When Harry Met Sally

    I've probably seen this movie a thousand times and still, it never gets old. Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal are masters of timing. The dialogue is fast, tight, and so spot on, and director Rob Reiner does a fabulous job with the 10-year + time span. The unlikeliest of couples ultimately become the couple you cannot imagine apart, or coupled with anyone else in this friends to lovers story. There is still no better Profession of Love speech than this one by Crystal at the end. Sigh. Swoon.

What are some of your favorites?

Tiffany N. York wishes she lived every day in a romantic comedy, preferably with either of the two Ryans (Reynolds or Gosling), or both. To learn about her two romantic comedies, The Accidental Cougar and The Meatball Mistress, visit her website at 


Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Love by Jennifer Kacey

This Valentine's Day my wish for everyone is a day filled with love.
Whether that be from an amazingly sexy significant other, a sibling, a parent, a child, a furry friend, a co worker, a one night stand, or even a stranger on the street. 

Find a moment to stop and be thankful for something you love.
Good sleep.
A day with no pain.
A coffee cup shaped like poop. :)
A new show you found on Netflix.
Your favorite chocolate you found at the store.
A stranger whistling at your hotness.
Anything that makes you smile and reminds you to keep going and keep fighting for your own level of awesome, whatever that may be.

 Happy Happy Valentine's Day from all of us at the....

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.

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Consent- 2018

Consent. A year ago I posted a blog about consent and look where we are now. (insert sigh and eyeroll)

There are many, many, many different directions the topic of consent can take and should take. These are important discussions we as a society need to have to better communicate with our fellow human beings. And we need more of these discussions. Now, I am not going to tackle all of them here, but I am going to address one topic that I saw recently on Twitter because it ties directly into my world.

There was a Twitter user who made a comment about how discussing one’s sexual preferences during courtship made sex boring and passionless. I so wish I could find that tweet to share here. But to this man I say, “YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!”

If you cannot discuss your wants and desires with a potential partner, you are not ready to have sex. Not only is it establishing an open line of communication, but you are also establishing consent. Not to mention engaging in one of the best parts of sex- foreplay.

Of course, there is a right and wrong way to begin that line of dialogue. Please, do not approach a person you have just become acquainted with and vomit out a sentence resembling “So, do you wanna suck my dick?” or something of the like. That is not effective or constructive communication.

We should take a cue from the BDSM community where it’s all about open communication and consent. While under their care, a good Dom will see not only to your physical needs, but emotional ones too. *Side note- If you meet someone who claims to be in the lifestyle and doesn’t ask you about your preferences, they are a fraud and you run away as quick as you can.

In the early days of my relationship with my boyfriend, one of the first things we did was go down a list of sexual preferences and communication styles to see if we were compatible. Let me tell you, that was not a boring conversation. I had a handsome man willing to listen to what I had to say and sharing all of the ways he wanted to make me scream- uh, happy. Make me happy. ;) Come on. How is that a bad thing?

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That night reminded me of a scene from my book Only at The Cavern. The hero, police captain Marco DeWinter, wanted to enter into a D/s relationship with the sexy emergency room doctor he had just discovered was a dominatrix. At first she does not want to mix anyone and anything from her personal life with her BDSM life, but she decides to give it a try and sends him an invitation to join her. The invitation blows his mind along with the lengthy questionnaire attached asking him about his preferences. When the two meet at an elegant restaurant to discuss the deal, more sparks fly.


She sat back, straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin. Bam. Mistress Jasmina had returned. “Did you bring the contract with you?”

“I did.” He withdrew the tri-folded pages from his inside jacket pocket and set them before her.

On the surface, Jasmine was like a serene lake. Quiet, tranquil, nary a ripple disturbing the placid scene. But as he sipped his beer and watched as she read over the pages, he saw the myriad emotions cross her features that were so slight, only his knowledge of micro-expressions caught the movements.

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly in concentration. When she was pleased, she tilted her head to the left in a tiny nod. The briefest flicker of a brow, a tick near the corner of her mouth when she was amused, all her thoughts played out across her beautiful face.

Then she came to the page of the long list of acts he was willing to engage in. He sat up in his seat as she ran her finger down each checked box. Occasionally she would glance his way with a calculating eye, and he felt sweat began to gather on his upper lip. What had she read that made her look at him as if she already imagined him at her mercy?

She tapped at the paper. “You have no desire at all in a homoerotic encounter?”

At the mention of the word, his ass clenched tight and his heart skipped a beat. “Nope. Not in the slightest. Sorry, Doc.”

A grin tugged at her lips and she sighed. “Pity.”

There were a lot of things he marked as undecided, but touching another dude in that way? Or have another dude touch him? Uh-uh. Not going there.

“Well, there is certainly enough here for me to work with.” She set the contract down and skimmed her hands down her side. “Did you have any questions for me?”

“Yeah, what exactly is expected of me? I know in the contract we have a designated meeting time, but will I be at your beck and call?”

“Not at all. What I expect from you is your respect and courtesy. The moment you walk through The Cavern’s door, your time belongs to me. I understand that your work schedule is unpredictable, as is mine, but when we’re together, nothing else exists. When you are out and about your day, you are welcome to do as you wish. If a work situation arises, you will give me as much notice as possible. On occasion I may send you an instruction, but don’t fret. I will never ask you to do anything that may cause an embarrassing situation.”

“So no orders for me to wear a pink g-string under my work clothes?”

The husky notes of her laughter made his abs clench and his hands flinch, eager to gather her close to feel the vibrations against his skin.

“What you wear to work is entirely up to you.”

“That’s a relief.” He slid the chalice back and forth on the tabletop and hoped he sounded nonchalant as he asked, “And we’re to refrain from intimate relationships outside the, uh, dungeon, right?”

The question was more to confirm her stance than his. Between pining for Brett and the Smithwick case, a girlfriend never fit into his life, and he had grown tired of one-night stands years ago. And selfish as it might seem, considering she wasn’t his girlfriend, he wanted Jasmine all to himself.

She chuckled again. “I have yet to meet a woman who allowed her significant other to visit a dominatrix. Although I guess there might be one or two in existence. So, yes. I will insist that we remain exclusive. I like to devote all of my attention to one man. However, I may bring in another on occasion to assist with a scene, for the most part it will be just you and I.”

A hundred different scenarios of who those people might be and how they were going to assist flashed through his mind, one dirtier then the next, and he felt the buzz of anticipation raise the fine hairs on his neck and arms.

“Where do I sign?” he asked in a voice far raspier than he intended.

Respect. That is the key. Being open to another’s thoughts and being open with yours. Respect the person enough to listen. Respectfully say no if not interested. And most important, respectfully accept that no if given.

The first person you must demand respect from is you. Respect yourself and be honest with what you want. Take charge of your passions and desires and demand to be heard if respect is not given. Easier said than done. I know. Believe me, I know. But you have to start somewhere, and being honest with yourself is step one.

Until next time y'all!

Anna- The Super Diva

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