Together in Cyn Book Cover

I’m a mom of a soon to be ten-year-old.

I’m also a business owner, wife, author and 1^st soprano in our church choir.

Most people know these things about me in our somewhat small Texas town. So it shocks me when I tell people I’m having my first book published they automatically latch onto the mom part of my life description. They ask, “Is it a children’s book?”

My typical answer…

“Umm”¦not exactly. Think Fifty Shades of Grey, but with two guys and a girl. Oh, and the entire Members Only series revolves around a BDSM club called The Library.”

You can normally tell when they get it. Smoke pours out of their ears, their mouth opens a few times but nothing intelligible comes out. I live for that moment.

I didn’t write Together in Cyn so I could shock people, but it’s a nice by-product.

The term erotic in reference to the book genre has been out of the closet 🙂 for more than a decade but a lot of people have incorrect or preconceived notices about what it means.

To me it means freedom. Freedom to write my books exactly how I want instead of watering them down for the faint of heart. Freedom to tell the story graphically with more than just a few specific references to the male anatomy in all its glory. Plus, I can be as naughty as I want, and trust me folks, there is a LOT of naughty inside this small package.

One more question I’m asked pretty often”¦Is it mommy porn?

Hell to the no!

To me porn, the mommy variety or otherwise, is all about the sex. The characters could be mute, or your computer monitor could have no speakers, and trust me it won’t make much difference. You’ll still see the actors/actresses”¦enjoying themselves and follow the plot quite easily.

Erotic romance isn’t porn. It’s first and foremost a romance. Characters you get invested in. Storylines that twist and turn and you can’t put it down because you HAVE TO KNOW what happens.

All of these reasons are why I choose to write erotic.

The smokin’ hot covers are just icing on the cake.

When Together in Cyn publishes by Ellora’s Cave either in May or June I hope you’ll check it out. Just shoot me an email if you want me to add you to my New Release Newsletter. I’d be crazy happy to let you know when it’s available!

And if you need a little encouragement to read the book here’s the TIC book trailer. It’s only a tiny bit NSFW. So take a chance.

Come be naughty with me.

Jennifer Kacey

Together in Cyn Blurb

A small book sitting out on a table shouldn’t incite fear in anyone.
But what if that book was your diary and you learned your two best friends, men you have ached for your entire life, have just read every last word? Pages and pages filled with dark fantasies and forbidden dreams so explicit they leave nothing to the imagination.
And what if those two friends were included in every last one?

This is exactly where Cyn Andrews now finds herself.
Stuck somewhere between wanting to hate Jared and Chris Kennedy for violating her privacy and just plain wanting to be stuck somewhere between them. She could never choose only one brother, so she’s kept her feelings buried for more than a decade, and a past mistake has kept her silent and alone”¦until now.

Everything she’s ever wanted may have just been handed to her in the form of an invitation to The Library. Not just a building filled with books, but a members only BDSM club the brothers own and have kept hidden from her for years.

Is it pity or desire that fueled the invitation?
What other secrets have they been keeping from her?
Can she protect her heart and face her biggest fear while discovering the art of submitting to two Doms?

It’d be a sin not to find out”¦

Unedited Rated R 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 anyways. After wheezing through another breath I moved my drink farther away. “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 looked back up. “Oh, 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, just spit it out.”

The other half of the we he referred to was his fraternal twin Chris, who stood watching us across an empty dance floor and behind their bar thirty feet away. Still anxiously working the pendant back and forth, I turned once more to Jared.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his broad chest and an expectant smile pulling at his full lips. The brothers had always done that. Known just the right face 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 comes to these two.

“I like it, J. As much as anybody does, I guess. Whether I like it as much as you and Chris, I don’t know. Your appetites have always run on the high side according to the gossipmongers around 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 apparently.

“Uh huh. It’s Saturday night, and you’re here, just like last night. Guys hit on you but you turn them down flat. You work at the gym all day and help out here anytime we ask. Love our time together on the weekends, just you and me, and I know you’ve been helping Chris during the week too. CJ’s has gotten damn busy, and we dig the help, but you’ve been restless lately and we’ve both noticed. What gives?”