Welcome, my lovelies, to another First Kiss Friday! Today’s guest is Keta Diablo who heating things up with her novel Decadent Deceptions. Be sure to read to the end to learn about Keta’s giveaway opportunity and happy reading.


In all honesty, this is Olivia and Morgan’s second kiss. The first one occurred ten years prior and was more like a peck on the lips. In this scene, Morgan has made arrangements for Olivia to visit an elegant brothel in Savannah so she may choose a husband with experience in the bedchamber. Since he’s in love with Olivia, he could kick himself for agreeing to help her in this regard. Morgan finds Olivia in the garden and informs her he’s made arrangements for this coming Friday. She offers to pay him for his trouble.


“Oh no you don’t, dear friend. I can’t allow you to pay for my shameless inquisitiveness.”

Dear friend? Wielding a dull knife to cut out his heart and serve it à la friteuse would have sufficed. “Is that what you call it? Your inquisitiveness? I thought it fell more along the lines of depravity, Olivia.”

Green eyes narrowed. “You don’t approve after all?”

With another wave of his hand, he forged ahead. “Forget it, doesn’t matter whether I approve or not. I gave my word to your brother I’d see it through to the end whether or not you’re shocked out of your pristine bloomers.”

Her delicate chin tilted up. “I assure you, I’ve seen it all.”

“Is that so? Where?”

“Books. You do remember my father has an extensive library, including a vast collection of nude pictorials…French and Italian.”

With a sick knot in his stomach, he met her gaze. “One hundred dollars.”


“It costs one hundred dollars to observe.”

“That’s exorbitant! What does it cost to—?”

“Less than it costs to engage in voyeurism and that should be of little significance since you don’t plan to offer yourself up as a fille de joie.” He paused and raked her over head-to-toe. “Or do you?”

“Of course not!” She stomped an indignant foot and in the next breath asked, “What did you call them?”

“A prostitute.”

“Yes, I know, but did you use a French term?”

He could have kicked himself for overlooking her uncanny perception, and why did he get the feeling pistons and pulleys were working overtime in that pretty little head as she scrutinized him? “About the money….”

“I’ll have it with me on Friday, Morgan.”

Her curious eyes warned him another question from that kissable mouth struggled for release. “What? You’ll burst if you don’t spit out whatever cockamamiethought occupies your meddlesome—”

Another gasp elicited a half-snort from him.

“Very well, perhaps meddlesome was unfair. How about analytical?”

“Oh, you’re impossible. I merely wanted to know if they, that is, the people in the room will know I’m watching them.”

“Do you want them to?”

She clutched her throat. “Of course not, but I can’t help but wonder if that is an option for some.”

“It is, but that will cost another fifty dollars.” He studied her. “Should I arrange that too?”

“No, no, thank you. I’d prefer to—”

“Spy on people while they’re rutting.”

A strange sound spewed from her throat, but like the Olivia he knew, she recovered quickly. With a bold step forward, she threw her arms about his neck and kissed him, without warning, without pretense. His head swam. Christ, those sweet, sensual lips melded into his as if they had done so a thousand times in the past. In reality, it had only been once—ten years ago, a lifetime ago. She clung to him and pressed her firm, ripe body against his. His fingers splayed and tangled in her wild mane of hair as he drew her deeper into the kiss.

On and on it went, her sweet breath mingling with his, their tongues entwined. Amid the little soft moans from the back of her throat, his resolve disintegrated and the kiss reached a demanding plateau. Still she did nothing to stop him. Overcome by an irresistible urge to feel her beneath him, he backed her toward the bench, intent on taking her here, now, on that hard, cold surface or on the ground, he didn’t care which. The rigid length of his cock pulsated between them. More than anything in the world, he wanted to shove it into her…into every orifice imaginable.

The soft echo of a woman’s voice filtered through the labyrinth of trellises and twisted vines. “Liv, darling, where are you?”

Olivia jerked from his arms and staggered back, her voice hoarse. “Oh, forgive me, I shouldn’t have—”


“Here, Lark, near the roses.” She buffed her lips with her fingers and then straightened her dress. “You must leave.” She pointed toward a narrow path. “Please, Morgan, Lark will suspect something if she sees you.”

Caught up in the moment, he took her chin in his hand with a vague awareness of a robin’s twill overhead, the rustle of nearby branches, and the scattered gravel crunching beneath someone’s feet. “The next time you start something with me, Olivia Breedlove, be prepared to have it finished.”

Decadent Deceptions by Keta Diablo

Historical Erotic Romance/Suspense
* 35 ‘Five’ Star Reviews
* RWA Molly Contest Finalist (Erotica category)
* Red Carpet Review Top Award Nominee

About the novel:

Determined to win Morgan Gatewood’s love, Olivia Breedlove lures the decadent man into a game of cat and mouse. What began as a ploy to force him to commit, tumbles into a world rife with voyeurism, sin and murder. Morgan must not only beat Olivia at her own game but stay one step ahead of the scheming vixen once the serial killer has her in his sights.

Enter L’ Amour Immortelles, an affluent brothel, where no one is who they claim to be, and no one is safe. Enter the world of Decadent Deceptions where the hunted becomes the hunter to save the woman he loves.

This novel is scorchingly hot and includes scenes of bondage.

There is a HEA and no cliffhangers.

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About the Author:

Keta Diablo lives in the Midwest part of the United States on six acres of gorgeous woodland. When she isn’t writing or gardening she loves to commune with nature. A pair of barn owls returns to the property every year to birth their young and show them off in the high branches of the oak trees. Nothing more adorable than these white fluffy babies with heart-shaped faces. A lifelong animal lover, Keta devotes her time and support to the local animal shelter. Emma LaPounce, a rescued feline, has been her furry companion for the last ten years.

Keta is an award-winning and best-selling author who writes in several genres: Western Romance, Historical Romance, Paranormal Romance and Contemporary Romance. In a past life, she wrote Gay Romance. Her books have received numerous accolades, including RWA contest finalist, Authors After Dark finalist, Top Pick of the Month and Recommended Review from top review sites, and Best Romance Finalist from The Independent Author Network.

Ps: For some strange reason, ghosts often show up in her stories.

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