Tuesday, January 10, 2017

A Very Menage Christmas - Book Three in the Members Only series by Jennifer Kacey

Unable to accept her true nature, two men give Skye a lesson in submission just in time for Christmas.

Skye has spent her life being the perfect daughter for her prominent, wealthy parents. She says all the right things, wears all the right clothes…and lies through her teeth about the kind of sex she needs. The bland “gentlemen” she dates don’t know a thing about what gets her going—and when they find out, they can’t get away fast enough. In her deepest, darkest dreams, she finds a man…or two…who knows just how to tie her up and tease her until she’s begging for more.
But those guys don’t really exist, do they?

Jackson wants one thing for Christmas, and her name is Skye. He’s watched her from afar, biding his time, waiting for his chance to give her the kind of pleasure she craves. And this Christmas he’s going to get his way. He’s enlisted his buddy Nick and the two of them are going to give Skye a holiday treat she’ll never forget.

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.

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Gorgeous, was a despicable understatement when it came to the star of my wet dreams. His golden hair appeared sexily tousled as if he’d just climbed out of bed. His wide chest sported muscle definition normally only glimpsed on magazine covers. Rippled pecs covered with a smattering of dark-blond hair made my mouth water. He had his arms crossed, bisecting the narrow line of chest hair that ultimately disappeared beneath the waist of his jeans. They were zipped but unbuttoned—taunting me. His feet were bare and if I were a betting girl, I’d wager both of us were going commando.
What tantalized me most was the way he watched me. He made me light up inside with nothing more than a heated glance. His attention was addictive and one of the many reasons I’d avoided him.
My brain scrambled desperately to convince the muscles in my legs to stride past. But I was doomed. The scent of warm male and some kind of delicious musky cologne paralyzed me several feet past his open door.
The click-clack of my heels faded. My auburn curls settled against my coat while I inhaled his glorious scent. I faced him, and every deep, dark fantasy I’d ever wished for stared back. A sharp yearning of unfulfilled need shot straight to the tops of my thighs. Wetness slid from my core, coating the lips of my naked sex in anticipation of being rode hard and put up wet. It reminded me of my state of general undress and why I’d come there to begin with.
Remembering the ass several doors down made my temper flare.
My breasts jiggled and swayed beneath my coat and the hard tips scraped against the fabric until I stood directly in front of him. “What the hell are you staring at?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “A single woman if I hazarded a guess. Did you at least rack him in the nuts?”
A snort escaped then I shook my head. My anger morphed to nerves and I had to concentrate not to fidget. “I figured I’d be the bigger man. It didn’t take much.”
The sides of his lips curved into a grin, highlighting dimples that put him in league with fallen angels.
He took in every detail. Including my breasts, which I prayed weren’t visible through the fabric of the coat. The moist, tingly place between my legs clenched, reminding me how long it had been since I’d had sex. He scanned his way to my feet and back up.
“You show up bare and he what? Freaks out because he can’t man up? He couldn’t give you what you need.”
His last words implied so many things I had to clear my throat. “That about sums it up.”
Tension stretched between us in the silence that followed.
With the tips of his fingers he traced the lapel of my coat. “Take it…off.”
I opened my mouth to tell him where he could shove it but he jerked me inside the apartment and slammed the door.
“Stop thinking. I’ll be damned if I let you walk away without a taste of what I can give you. I can smell your sweet pussy. I’ve wanted to drown myself in it from the first day I saw you. Don’t storm off because it’s what you believe you’re supposed to do. Stay because it’s what you’ve always wanted.”
He towered over me. I should have been terrified but something in his angry voice called to me. Calmed me. It made no sense but I didn’t care.
With shaky hands, I worked the knot free on my belt, shrugging the coat off with a twitch of my shoulders. It slithered along the upper curve of my ass, landing with a billow of air.


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.



Tina Donahue said...

Great cover and excerpt, Jen. Love the title! :)

jean hart stewart said...

Not sure about the decadent, but it sure makes for fun reading!