Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Voyeurism: Twice the pleasure when shared with another #MFRWsteam


Decadent Deceptions is an erotic romance/suspense novel that finaled in the Romance Writers of America Molly Contest. I really enjoyed writing this book, not only because of the roller coaster romance between Morgan and Olivia (they have quite the history) but because a serial killer frequents the pages. There are also several scenes containing 'voyeurism'. Read below to find out more about Decadent Deceptions.

Vo·yeur·ism: the practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.

Blurb:
* RWA Molly Contest Finalist

Olivia Breedlove’s father couldn’t control her while he was alive but continues to try even after his death. Thaddeus’ Will stipulates that in order to inherit her portion of his estate, Olivia must marry a respectable man of means within six months of his death. There’s one caveat, however – under no circumstances can that man be Morgan Gatewood.

It’s been ten years since Thaddeus banished Morgan, a notorious ladies’ man, for kissing a much younger Olivia in the family garden. But now that Thaddeus is gone, Morgan’s back─and Olivia still wants him. She also wants her inheritance.


A bit ahead of her time for 1850’s Savannah, Georgia, Olivia sets out to find a loophole to get what she wants. Her scheme to make Morgan jealous by asking him to help her locate her future husband, i.e., escort her to the local brothel so she may observe and evaluate men with a talent for pleasing women. 

Morgan still has ravenous feelings for Olivia but keeps them to himself. He wants Olivia to choose him of her own free will. The stakes are raised with a serial killer on the loose murdering prostitutes in the brothel and it appears Olivia is next on the killer’s list.


Can Morgan save her before the killer finds her?
Excerpt and Setup: Morgan and Olivia visit an elegant brothel together and spy on people having sex.

The man walked to the chair near the bed and settled into it, drawing Annie into his lap so she faced him. He took a breast in his mouth and suckled her, eliciting a strident stream of broken cries from her lips. His hands stroked and caressed her naked buttocks, his fingers entering her from behind. She arched up, bearing her weight on her knees while she straddled him, gyrating above the wicked assault of his fingers inside her as his mouth sucked on her hard, peaked nipple. 


Despite his vow, Morgan looked at Olivia, the blood pounding hard in his brain. Her lips parted, she drew a shuddering breath, and her pale, staid face contrasted against the flames of desire in her moist, jade eyes. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, but knew if he did, in the next moment he’d toss her under him and take her, without remorse, without regret. And she would let him. He saw it in the deep fathoms of her pupils, heard it in the decadent whisper of lust enveloping them.


Olivia looked away. Was she terrified she might reveal her innermost fantasies, horrified to think he could see into her exposed soul? Morgan withdrew his gaze, too, and returned to watching the couple in the room. The man clasped Annie’s hips and plunged into her. In a restless state of delirium, her sweat-damp body rode him hard. With a shiver, she threw her head back, her long black hair cascading down to her waist.


Olivia rose from the chair to a stream of fractured moans from Annie, and with the look of a trapped minx, made a bolt for the door. On his feet in a heartbeat and knocking over the chair in the process, Morgan caught her wrist and spun her around.


"Let me go," she said with ragged breath. "I’ve seen enough." 


Her unearthly beauty felled him, not to mention the white-hot flames of desire licking every cell and pore in his body. "You’re such a little hypocrite, Liv. Voyeurism is acceptable, providing no one knows you engage in it...or enjoy it, is that it?"


"I must have been out of mind to agree to come here with you."


"Why? Does it strike too close to the heart?" 


"Oh, you are a despicable, heartless scoundrel, a lowdown bounder who preys on helpless women." 


He couldn’t help the laugh, despite her outraged expression. "You? Helpless? If I remember, you were the one who begged Cain and me to assist you in this sullied endeavor." 


"Sullied endeavor! Why is it men can bed every woman from London to Luxemburg—married, maiden, or widowed—and no one bats an eye?" She trembled. "They frequent brothels and gentleman’s clubs, drink far too much, gamble their estates away, and society looks the other way." Stretching her arms out, she gave him a shove. "Huh, why is that, Morgan Gatewood, and, more to the point, how dare you refer to this as a sullied endeavor!"


"Liv, I’m—"


"Turn me loose this instant." She yanked her elbow from his grip. "And thank you very much, I shall find my own way back to the phaeton."


"Find your way back to the phaeton, like hell; not until I’m done with you."
 

"Done with me?" she whispered.
 

He recognized fear in her voice amid the desire and rampaging hunger screaming around them. Still holding her wrist, he pulled her to him and crushed his mouth to hers. His hand found the back of her head and pressed her deeper into the kiss, his tongue sweeping through the warm, wetness of her mouth. She whimpered, unleashing a restrained urgency he had held in check for ten long years. The time had come for her to understand he would no longer stand on the sidelines and worship her from afar, would no longer hunger for her like a caged beast.

This woman in his arms with her magnificent green eyes and exquisite body had haunted his every fantasy, walked with him in his dreams, awakened in his bed kissed by morning sunlight. He would stand for no more.  

Raves for Decadent Deceptions

“I’m astounded by the author’s writing versatility (having read and loved Where the Rain is Made), and her ability to paint scenes so that the reader lives with the characters. Fizzing with mystery and sizzling with sex, there is never a dull moment in her books and Decadent Deceptions will not disappoint her fans one bit.” ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

“Many delicious and explosive elements! Diablo has created in-depth characters, and perfectly illustrates who they are, how they feel and what they desire. With drama and passion this story explodes from the pages & darn it . . . the author has left me breathless and longing for more!” ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Simply put, I have found myself a new author. I am so surprised she hasn't been picked up by some big publishing companies. She has the talent and the skills to make it big! This is one author I will be watching for new releases in the future." ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

https://www.amazon.com/Decadent-Deceptions-Keta-Diablo-ebook/dp/B07JN9CV5Y/

8 comments:

Sadira Stone said...

Looks like they're going to have fun!

Gale Stanley said...

Love this!

Jana Richards said...

Amazing scene!

Dee S Knight and Anne Krist said...

I love reading voyeurism...makes sense, huh? ;) Great scene! I want more and I love that Morgan is determined to get more, too.

Kathryn R. Blake said...

Voyeurism can be hot as well as unnerving due to the guilty pleasure consuming you in the process. I don't blame Liv at all for her reaction, although I'd say he's got a good read of her true emotions. Nicely done!

Lisabet Sarai said...

Sounds like a quite a pair of characters you've created. I do wonder how Olivia's going to keep both Morgan and her inheritance, though.

Kelley Heckart said...

I like strong-willed women, and Olivia is a feisty one. :)

Adriana said...

This line truly sets the stage: "And she would let him." The electricity sizzles, well done!