Bikini Addiction – Jennifer Kacey
Blog – July 12
Hi my name is Jennifer Kacey and I’m an addict. I’m addicted
to bikinis. I love them! And now it’s summer and I get to wear them every
weekend. They’re so wonderful! Squeal!!
Tiny little scraps of fabric in every color, shape and
design possible. They make me feel pretty and remind me it’s warm outside and I
can lay out in the sun on the trampoline behind our house and soak up some
healing rays.
I ALWAYS wear sunblock and try to wear the banana boat stuff
since it smells like the beach and my husband likes that. **grins**
Okay, I’m gonna share a picture but you have to keep it a
secret. Don’t tell anybody else or I might get in trouble. With who, I don’t
know, but ssshhh, mums the word…
~ ~
I told you it was bad. The addiction has gotten way out of
control, but really what’s the harm? I can quit at any time. REALLY I can.
I look at them in magazines and catalogs, and in a store
when I’m shopping for whatever else, if there’s a rack with bikinis on it, I HAVE
to stop and look at them.
Mmm…okay, can’t stand it anymore, have to go put one on and
go lay out. Oh well, never mind, it’s Friday and I have to work. Gosh darn it!
It’s 5 o’clock somewhere right?
**grins**
So what’s your innocent / or not so innocent addiction?
Bondage, high heels, collars, or something a little bit more
risqué? Fess up! I won’t share it with a soul. Honest!!
Blurb
Members Only, Book One
She knows it’s wrong. Cyn
shouldn’t have feelings for fraternal twins Jared and Chris, her best friends.
She shouldn’t want them to tie her up or strap her down, to take her one at a
time—or together. The only way to control her taboo desires is to write them
down and lock them away in her diary. Guys like Jared and Chris could never be
interested in someone like her, or in the kind of sex she craves.
But Jared and Chris have read
her diary, and sweet little Cyn is in for the shock of her life. The brothers
not only own a members-only BDSM club, they want her. Need her. And now, with
their unlimited funds and an entire establishment devoted to fulfilling her
darkest pleasures, they’re going to claim Cyn for their own.
Inside Scoop: If you have a kink, this book
probably has it too. If you like your ménage romances extra hot with a side of
male-male romance, spanking, voyeurism and girl-on-girl action, come and get
it.
A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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Excerpt –
“So, Cyn, why aren’t you fucking anybody?”
I sucked a mouthful of beer down the wrong pipe, sputtered
and coughed my way through it and nearly knocked over the glass bottle as I got
it under control. The beer anyway. After wheezing through another breath, I
moved my drink aside. The last thing I needed was a wet spot in my lap. “Where
in the hell did that come from?”
Jared Kennedy, one of my best friends, glanced at my fingers
as I worried a heart charm at the bottom of a silver chain. A knowing smirk
tilted his lips when he glanced up again. “Come on. Nobody creaming your
Twinkie at the moment or do you not like sex in general? We want to know. So
don’t be shy, spit it out.”
The other half of the “we” he referred to was his fraternal
twin Chris, who watched us across an empty dance floor and from behind their
bar thirty feet away. Still anxiously working the pendant back and forth, I
turned once more to Jared.
He leaned against his chair, forearms crossed over his broad
chest, an expectant smile revealing bright-white teeth. The brothers had always
done that. Known the right expression to make so I would answer anything. They
acted broody or impatient and I’d give anything to make them happy. Pathetic—my
middle name when it came to these two.
“I like it, J. As much as anybody does, I guess. Whether I
like it to the same extent you and Chris do, I don’t know. Your appetites have always run on the high
side according to the gossipmongers in town.” I squirmed in my seat. I admit
it. One of my best friends was asking me if I liked sex and all I could think
was…meh. My sex life…well, visualize
the Titanic sinking and you get the
gist. Most guys don’t appreciate being called another guy’s name—or two guys’
names—when you’re getting off. It’s a real deal breaker.
“Uh huh. It’s Saturday night and you’re here, like last
night and the night before. Guys hit on you but you blow ’em off. You work at
the gym all day and help out here anytime we ask. CJ’s has gotten damn busy and
we dig the help but you’ve been restless lately and we’ve both noticed. What
gives?”
Getting to work at the bar with both of them on a weekend
was rare. One of them was normally MIA. But tonight? From the moment I stepped
foot inside they were watching me. Shivers of awareness raced over my skin but
I was too chicken to actually do anything about it. A blush slithered its way
up my bare shoulders, crawled all over my failing willpower and flipped on a
big neon sign above my head, flashing “Not Gettin’ Any”.
Jared and Chris knowing that my social calendar was on par
with reservations at a leper colony just plain sucked. The three of us had been
close for years but this was way beyond what my heart—and several other tingly
parts—could handle.
“You’re hot. You haven’t been with anyone since Matt.”
Mild panic settled in the pit of my stomach because Jared
wasn’t going to drop it. Thankfully my beer sat well out of reach.
“Not that it’s any of your business but who’s to say I’m not
having sex every night and twice on Sundays?” I cocked a blonde eyebrow in his
direction with a little sultry thrown in, with what I hoped was a sassy twist
of my lips. That sass faded into scared rabbit when he gave me that look again. Same one he’d been
giving me all night long. The one I’d seen for years and hated because it was
never directed at me.
It was Jared on the make. My adrenal gland kicked into high
gear. I was a little bit thrilled and a whole lot terrified.
He was always the comedian. He’d played pranks on me any
chance he could but this was no joke.
His gaze remained locked on me and his blue eyes, shadowed
by thick lashes, taunted me with sexual promise. Female residents of our fair
city of Arcadia had spent years fantasizing over his tanned skin and muscled
frame. Right at the height of my ogling, he speared long fingers through his
blond, sun-streaked hair. It wasn’t long enough to negate any of his rugged
appeal but it was far from the military cut he’d worn for years. Currently, it
was perfect to hold on to for a nice long ride.
As his hair fell across his brow, he leaned onto the table
to grab his beer. He grazed my arm on the way and I locked my muscles up good
and tight to suppress another shiver. My reaction to them? Spontaneous
combustion.
But tonight was different. Tonight they’d noticed how I responded to them. They’d
thrown logs on the smoldering fire every chance they got. Touching me, teasing
me. Staring at me as if they knew how wet I was. For them. Only them.
Bio -
Jennifer Kacey is
a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family 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.
