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May 21, 2025
Cameron Allie: Love Spells, Full Moons, and Silver Bullets (F*R*E*E Read, Excerpt, & Contest)
Happy spring!
My first indie published book has a brand-new cover, and to celebrate, it’s free until the end of the month!
If you read Bad Boys Behaving Badly: Secret Identities and remember my contribution to the collection—”Claimed by her Naga Bodyguard“—that story featuring a snake shifter takes place in the same world as Love Spells, Full Moons, and Silver Bullets.
Love Spells (for sort, cuz I gave it too long of a name!) takes place in a magical realm and features significant role reversals: she makes the money and she’s protecting him. It’s a fun swap.
In the story (which can stand alone but connects into the ongoing series), we get to encounter all kinds or creatures, from the normal witches, werewolves, and vampires, to the unique sirens, hellhounds, and even a minotaur and some leprechauns. I put my own spin on each type of creature.
And you’re not going to want to miss Lucifer, the fmc’s witty, snarky, wise-ass talking black cat!
Here’s a preview:
Ian raced off as fast as he could, but she was faster. Of course, she was faster; she was a fucking vampire.
When she blocked off his retreat, he turned and started in another direction. Her laughter followed him. Like a cat with a mouse, she toyed with him. Mocking him, taunting him, and foiling each escape. He was under no false assumptions. She was playing with him.
“Little human, come with me,” she whispered. “I’d love to take you home for dinner.”
This time, when she spoke, no haze encircled him, just fear and dread. Her laugh was cut short when a wolf howled in the distance. Seeming on alert, her posture changed, and she lunged for him, all her teasing gone. He braced himself for her attack, sheltering his face as best he could, but her weight never hit him.
Mid-jump, something tackled her to the ground.
A beast, something definitely from a horror flick, rose up over her. It stood at least seven feet tall on its hind legs. Brown fur covered most of its body. It had a wide chest and wolf-like features but walked on two feet. Saliva fell from its mouth, dangling from its teeth like some rabid dog. Its attention turned to him but flickered back to the woman when she attacked it, kicking at its legs before launching nails-first toward the creature’s throat.
Movement behind him caused Ian to turn. More wolf-like creatures were barreling toward them, snapping tree limbs and leaving claw marks in the earth.
Abandoning the skirmish, Ian ran once more.
At one point, he’d been in fine shape, his body toned, his cardio excellent, but in the last year, he’d let physical exercise lapse, and now he felt the repercussions. His lungs burned, his legs ached. He wouldn’t be able to keep up this pace for long. He needed to find help or shelter. Somewhere to hide.
He didn’t bother to look back when he heard something, or more correctly, somethings, from the sound of it, in pursuit of him. He simply pushed on. Nightmare or not, it was his only chance. Praying he’d wake up, he tried running in a zig-zag pattern, but something threw him to the ground, and a second later, pain sliced across his back. Harsh, unforgiving, and deep, claws sunk into his skin.
He screamed in anguish, tears rushing to his eyes. Not a dream. So not a dream.
He was done for. This was the end.
Unexpectedly, the weight above him was removed. Ian pushed up a bit and watched as the vampire woman from before fought against the brown wolf creature.
Pushing to his knees, Ian felt blood dripping down his back. His shirt hung off his body, shredded by the wolf-man’s claws.
He staggered a bit, trying to get to his feet. That’s when he felt hot breath against his cheek. Twisting his head, he came face to face with another wolf-man. This one seemed bigger, its eyes black as night, as it stared at him, spittle hanging from its jowls.
Ian swallowed.
The creature opened its mouth and released a horrific roar.
Spit hit Ian’s face. The power behind that fierce sound moved Ian’s entire body, pushing him backward, like a fat pig blown from its straw house by the big bad wolf.
The creature stalked toward him, and once more, Ian’s legs propelled him forward. A few hundred yards, and he dove behind a pile of brush. He cowered there, knowing it was only a matter of time before they nabbed him.
With one hand, he reached back to assess the damage. The wound was deep. Three, maybe even four slashes across his skin. He’d need stitches or staples, and if he didn’t get help soon, likely a blood transfusion.
A low growl drew his attention. He peeked around the pile of twigs and leaves and spotted the two wolves pacing along what seemed to be an invisible line on the ground. Standing against a tree trunk further back was a woman.
“Why aren’t they attacking?” He wondered out loud as he used his sleeve to wipe sweat from his brow.
“Because they aren’t allowed to hunt on my territory.”
Ian’s gaze swung to the newest voice. This new being was just as shocking as the rest, with a purple and black dress that draped from her body, cut high in the front, revealing shapely thighs covered in torn stockings. Brown hair hung in ringlets around her shoulders, tumbling out from beneath a wide-brimmed pointed black hat. One hand was propped on her hip, and the other was wrapped around a corn broom handle. A heavy metal talisman hung around her neck. The green hue of her skin made her look as though she’d walked off the pages of a comic book and left absolutely zero question as to what she was.
A witch. Now there was a witch.
The vampire had been breathtaking, in a drugging sort of way, but this woman was stunning. Her beauty was raw and real. Or maybe that was just his loopy brain trying to make sense of this crazy world he’d stumbled into.
“Your territory?”
“Yes.” Her gaze dropped to him, and her mouth turned upward in a kind smile. “This is my land, and you are safe here.”
“You can’t keep him there forever, Quinn,” a deep voice spoke from behind the pile of forest rubble.
Ian took another look around the brush. Two men, both naked, one with raven hair and the other with sandy brown, paced that invisible line. “He won’t be leaving tonight, Draven. Go home.”
A snarl came from the brown-haired man. “I’ve tasted his blood, his flesh. Give him to me.”
The vampire, presently fixing her wild hair, sighed. “I’m going to find a new quarry. Enjoy your mortal, Quinn. You know where to find me if you want rid of him.”
Ian watched the exchange with interest. In fact, he was quite invested, as it seemed his life was being negotiated.
Faster than he could see, the vampire disappeared between the trees, but the men remained.
“I want him, Quinn. Give him back.”
“You’re wasting your breath, Draven. Leave now, or I will turn away all business that comes from your pack.”
Draven, the man who had taken a pound of flesh from Ian’s back, growled. “This isn’t over.” Then as Ian watched, he transformed back into a wolf creature and fled, leaving the raven-haired man behind.
He exhaled rather loudly. “I hope you aren’t making a mistake, Quinn.”
Ian glanced to the witch, whose eyes narrowed. “Think carefully about what side you’re on, Alec, and about what your conscience can live with.”
“The pack comes first. Always.”
“And you don’t ever let me forget it,” the witch—Quinn—said.
The raven-haired man looked as though he wanted to say more, but he merely shook his head, turned, and shifted into wolf form before following in the direction Draven had taken.
Blinking, Ian tried to make sense of any part of what had happened. One minute he was fighting with Priscilla, and now he was face-to-face with a witch.
He glanced up at her, wondering if he should start running again, but when he tried to move, his body gave up, collapsing in pain.
The broom dropped to the ground as Quinn came closer, tsking softly. “And just what sort of mess have you gotten yourself into?”
I’m also going to give away a sticker bundle. These stickers will include a few Clayridge specific stickers, as well as some fun “reader” type stickers. To enter, comment on the blog post and tell me: if you were a powerful witch/wizard/mage/sorcerer what would you want your power to be?
Enjoy your copy of Love Spells!
May 20, 2025
Clear My Bookshelf Giveaway (Contest)
As a way to solve my book-hoarding problem and make room on my bookshelves, I’m continuing my Clear My Bookshelf Giveaway! I have a ton of my books, collected over my 20 years of publishing. So, rather than consign them to the burn barrel I thought maybe a bunch of giveaways would be fun. As the first giveaways last summer seemed to garner a lot of interest, I’m happy to offer more opportunities for readers to win a signed copy of one of my old books this summer, too! I bet if I ask pretty-please, my daughter will be on board with making a trip to the post office for me. She loves it when I volunteer her for stuff. [image error]
For a chance to win a randomly chosen by me (I might say, do you want a western, an erotic novel, or a paranormal?) book, which I will of course sign and fill with a bookmark painted by me, tell me whether you have any special plans for the summer!
The post Clear My Bookshelf Giveaway (Contest) first appeared on Delilah Devlin.May 19, 2025
Genevive Chamblee: What Makes a Good Romance Novel
As Joan Rivers was famous for asking, “Can we talk?”
I’m going to bet that if you’re reading this, you enjoy reading romance novels. If you’re like me, you’re a book fanatic. Not only do I love writing, but I’m an avid reader. And I’m not picky about the media—paperback, hardback, eBook, audio, hieroglyphics. Shucks, I don’t care. I’ll read it any way it’s given to me. Just slide a manuscript in front of my greedy little eyes.
I’m not picky about genre, either, although horror, typically, isn’t my thing. I’m down to try just about anything at least once. (I have to put out there just about because as sure as I say anything, I’m going to get tossed something I don’t know exists and is a hard no.) Mostly, I’m in the romance aisle—or somewhere close to it. I only have one request: that it be good.
What makes for a good romance novel? The answer is obvious: fantastic writing and excellent storytelling. Duh! But what goes into these things? I think (and feel free to disagree) that the most important thing is creating dynamic characters. They don’t have to be over-the-top, but they should be… relatable. That’s the word that is frequently quoted to authors. Make your character relatable. But is that really what authors want to do to connect with readers? Or is a more accurate word believable?
Let’s think about this. The definition of relatable is possible to like, understand, or have sympathy for due to having similarities to oneself or one’s own experiences. I don’t know about anyone else, but the majority of the books I’ve read, I haven’t been anywhere close to being similar to the main character…at least, I hope I’m not. I mean, when I’m reading about stalkers, mercenaries, royalty, billionaires, and such, I couldn’t even begin to imagine I would have anything in common with them other than maybe bacon, because who doesn’t love bacon? But I’m willing to bet there’s a vegan in the bunch.
Even if it’s argued that it’s “emotional” traits that readers are connecting to, I’m still going to pass on that being an acceptable answer. Recently, I read a book that the main character was so obnoxious that any emotions he had were buried. Yet, the author had so beautifully developed his arrogance into humor that when he got what he deserved I was rooting for him to be shown mercy. By definition, this character should have been classified as an antihero. He was fun to read about. Was I rooting for him to get away with his crimes? Yes. Would I be a fan of someone who engaged in those same acts or lesser in real life? Absolutely not. Enjoying and relating are two different things.
That brings me back to believability. Can a reader believe a character like this exist? In the Harry Potter series, it is claimed that Dolores Umbridge is the most detested character by readers although Tom Riddle a.k.a., Lord Voldemort, is the main villain. The argument is that everyone knows someone like Dolores, but that Voldemort’s evil is so over-the-top deranged that he’s not relatable to most. But we all know there are plenty of people in this world who are so power-hungry that they will do anything and everything to get what they want. They have no empathy or compassion for others. Prisons are filled with people like this. However, the Lord Voldemort character works because he’s believable.
Jane Austen characters are said to have been popular when first written because she wrote characters that were accurate portrayal her current society. The argument contents that she continues to be popular because modern society can still relate to the emotions of her characters. Well, maybe. I’m not going to argue with experts who have far more experience, education, and pedigrees than myself. But I’m going to toss out there that a lot more people don’t relate to those characters than ones that do. And the reason I say this is because Cliff Notes. Yes, Cliff Notes. Cliff Notes aren’t just the summaries for people to get the gist of something they aren’t interested in reading for themselves. It provides a breakdown an explanation scene by scene. Why? Because some readers have no clue of what’s being splayed before them.
When I first read Pride & Prejudice, I had no idea that Mr. Darcy slighted Elizabeth because he was shy. I just saw him as a pompous butthead—probably the same way Elizabeth did. I also didn’t relate to Elizabeth. If she was as “slighted” as she was said to have been, she would have made more of an effort to not engage with him. Besides, all of those relationships had a tone of insta love for me. I didn’t care that Charles Bingley took one look at Jane and instantly fell for her or that after one night of dancing they were practically mentally engaged. I’ve never seen insta love in real life. Is it possible? Anything’s possible, so, yeah. I was there for it in the story because of the dynamic storytelling. I believed these characters could exist in my world.
Last year, I read a book that had rave reviews. When I finished, I sat stunned for about thirty minutes wondering what was wrong with me. Why couldn’t I see what everyone else had seen? Why wasn’t I beaming about this book? After much thought, I realized it was because the author hadn’t sold me on the story. I didn’t believe the characters to be authentic. I didn’t believe the setting. I didn’t believe the setups were natural. How could one character know that the other character would find a random clue at a specific time and figure out what it meant—a clue that anyone could have stumbled upon and moved?
**SPOILER ALERT** In the movie the Shawshank Redemption, Andy tells Red about a tree in a field in Zihuatanejo that he and his wife had a picnic under. Andy was in jail for 19 years, and this picnic had occurred many years prior to his incarceration. So, when Andy tells Red to find that tree if he ever gets out, how does Andy know that tree is still standing? It could have been struck by lightening or bulldozed to make way for a high-rise. Landscapes change all the time. Chances are that tree isn’t there anymore, or at the very least, the layout no longer looks the same as Andy remembers from more than twenty years ago. But do movie watchers balk when Red finds it? Nope. Why? Because the audience is invested by that point. The storytelling has won over.
So, now, let’s go back to the start. What makes a good romance novel? It’s two (or more if it’s polygamous) people who have a believable connection and a vibrant love story. Readers may have nothing in common with the characters or their situations but are able to believe they could happen and exist. Now, I know this is an unpopular opinion, so let me know what you think in the comments. Is it relatability or believability?
And that’s all I got for today. Now, it’s your turn to sound off. Let me know your thoughts below in the comment section. Your feedback allows me to know the content that you want to read. And if you like this post, consider clicking the like button and sharing.
Demon Rodeo
If Brokeback Mountain, 8 Seconds, Poltergeist, and Supernatural had an orgy, Demon Rodeo would be the lovechild.
Demon Rodeo is available now on Amazon. For video book trailers, visit my TikTok page. The full blurb is on my Instagram and Amazon.
Demon Rodeo is the first book in the Chasing the Buckle series but can be read as a standalone. It’s a friends-to-lovers romance set in the rodeo world. These are not your typical cowboys. It’s a widely diverse cast of characters and a mashup of genres that aren’t always seen together. If you’re looking for a palate cleanser, this may be a book for you.
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Until next time, happy reading and much romance. Laissez le bon temps rouler.
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The post Genevive Chamblee: What Makes a Good Romance Novel first appeared on Delilah Devlin.May 18, 2025
Report Card & Open Contests!
Last week…
I completed one author’s edits. I began another author’s edits.I had covers made—one for my Ultra Strokes, Vol. 1, and another for my next Ultra Strokes book.I received my new glasses with the new prescription, so I’m not squinting at a blurry screen anymore!I’ve continued painting and trying to catch up with #the100dayproject challenge. This was my favorite piece for the week.
This next week…
I will complete one author’s edits and begin another author’s edits!I’ll begin assembling my next Ultra compilation for publication.I’ll restart work on Ignition—writing new words. I’m ready to get back on that treadmill.I’ll continue trying to catch up with #the100dayproject schedule.Open Contests
Be sure to check out these posts and enter to win the prizes that are still up for grabs:
Word Search: My Summer Binge List (Contest) — This is the last day to enter! Win an Amazon gift card!Gabbi Powell: Finding Acceptance in Different Places (Contest) — This one ends soon! Win FREE books!Story Cubes — Tell me a story (Contest) — This one ends soon! Win an Amazon gift card!Saturday Puzzle-Contest: Chickens — This one ends soon! Win an Amazon gift card!Gabbi Grey: Challenge Accepted (Contest) — Win an Amazon gift card!Flashback: Big Sky SEAL (Contest–2 Winners!) — Win a FREE book!Memory Game: Wildlife Where I Live (Contest) — Win an Amazon gift card!Saturday Puzzle-Contest: Mad about goats! — Win an Amazon gift card!The post Report Card & Open Contests! first appeared on Delilah Devlin.May 17, 2025
Saturday Puzzle-Contest: Mad about goats!
It’s Saturday! The kids got through their last full week of school before the long break that starts on Thursday. The pool is beginning to clear up. We can see to the bottom of the shallow end! Woot. Not that we’ll be swimming anytime soon, even if we get the pool water clear. We haven’t had hot enough temperatures, sustained over a couple of weeks, to heat the pool. I remember some years when I was already in the pool by April 15th! Not so this year. It’s frustrating. My incision has healed enough. Why won’t Mother Nature cooperate?
We’re supposed to have some thunderstorms starting this evening. Which got me thinking about the goats. They have a small hut that they huddle inside during storms. We have three goats. They are our pasture and fencing mowers. They keep the brush down. Plus, they’re great entertainment. They’ll climb on anything, and they love to smack their horns together. It makes a horrible racket, and we’re sure they’re murdering each other, but it’s just them maintaining their pecking order. Our three geese keep them company in the pasture, too.
And now, I sound like a boring farm lady, in a farm family, but we’re really not. Yes, we keep goats, chickens, and geese. The only food we raise is eggs. We have too many dogs and cats. I can’t imagine living in a town or city again and not being surrounded by forest and animals.
Anyway, I pulled older photos of our goat babies to share. We no longer have that horse, Brandy, but I do love the “goat porn.” So, today’s puzzle image is one of our goats. I hope you enjoy the puzzle.
For a chance to win a $5 Amazon gift card, solve the puzzle then tell me about your plans for the weekend—if you have any. Our plans will be lowkey, and we hope we won’t lose power. Maybe I’ll find an old movie to watch. I’m thinking it’s been too long since I watched that old Johnny Depp movie, The Ninth Gate. Maybe I’ll guilt a kid to watch it with me. I’m not too proud to pull the grandma-card. 
May 16, 2025
Gabbi Grey: Elbows Up –120 Canadian romances — 99 cents this weekend only!
Hello, Delilah! Thank you for inviting me here to talk about something on my mind.
I am Canadian.
Now, many of my readers might’ve figured this out — the majority of my books (under all three pen names) are set in Canada. Specifically, British Columbia. I split the books between Vancouver and the made-up Mission City in Cedar Valley. Small town Canadiana.
Lately, you might have heard rumors coming out of the White House that Canada should become the 51st state. I’m not going to step into American politics.
But I say: ELBOWS UP
It’s a hockey thing — keep your elbows up.
I’ll be honest – I don’t know much about hockey.
GASP!
Truthfully, I love figure skating. To me, that’s what skates are for. I don’t know how to be on the ice without toe picks.
But that’s beside the point. Yes, there are a few Canadians who want to join the US (a very, very, very few). They want to give up universal healthcare, paid maternity leave, and all those other programs.
I scratch my head.
I love being Canadian — always have and always will.
I love my neighbors to the south. Some of my very best friends are American. I invite them up here regularly — I hope they’ll take me up on that offer.
When I’m trying to peg down what makes my books Canadian, I think it’s some of the stuff we see everywhere — friendly neighbors, people knowing our name, folks helping out. Whether I was living in big Vancouver or on the outskirts in smaller towns, I’ve always felt a spirit. A communal sense of good. A belief we can do better.
Canada has banded together like never before — unified as a country that we want to stay a sovereign country. That we’re not for sale.
In that vein, I’ve joined a promotion! 120 Canadian romances — all 99 cents this weekend only!
I have books from each of my pennames: Love in Mission City: The Shorts (m/m Gabbi Grey), The Making of Marnie Jones (m/f small-town contemporary, Gabbi Powell), Backing Down (m/m/f BDSM, Gabbi Black). I’ve made them 99 cents everywhere I can for the weekend.
Head on over to the website and I hope you find a book that piques your curiosity. We Canadians are actually a fun bunch.
www.allisontemple.com/we-love-canada
Love in Mission City: The Shorts Synopsis
About the Author
Love in Mission City: The Shorts Box Set includes one novella and four short stories
Mission City is tucked in the charming Cedar Valley in southwestern British Columbia. If you love heartwarming, contemporary small-town gay romances, then come home to Mission City and fall in love with the men who live there. Romance blossoms in the unlikeliest places. And trouble has a way of finding them…
Page Against the Machine
Dickens has run his family bookstore for years in the quiet ambiance suitable for literary endeavors. When Spike opens a motorcycle repair shop next door, tempers flare and sparks fly. Will they be able to resolve their differences or are they just too stubborn for compromise?
This is a 25k sizzling gay romance novella with a true instalove, enemies to lovers, opposites attract story with a cuddly cat named Aristotle.
The Lightkeeper’s Love Affair
Ben’s graduation celebration is disrupted by a winter storm. He and his beagle, Buddy, have the only room left in the hotel. When lightkeeper Isaac needs a bed, though, Ben’s happy to share. Platonically, of course. Except something about Isaac makes Ben want more.
This is a 10k lighthearted gay romance with forced proximity, a loner, a future school-teacher, and Buddy, the adorable beagle.
Not in it for the Money
August’s beloved sister has passed suddenly and the man finds himself in need of comfort. Turning to his employee feels all kinds of wrong, but Julian’s arms feel too damned right to resist. Come morning, though, they have to look reality in the face. Is there a chance they find a forever love out of the tragedy?
This is a 5k scorching gay romance story about a boss, his employee, and the inheritance of a lifetime.
Marcus’s Cadence
Cadence is trying to sell the home that had been his refuge during his tumultuous teen years. When his teenage crush, Marcus, shows up as a potential buyer, sparks fly. Is there just a real estate deal to be done or could his feelings be requited?
This is a 7k second-chance gay romance instalove short story with a very happy ending and a malti-poo named Kiki.
Ace’s Place
After a fall from grace, Derek has moved to a small town for a fresh start. Harold, the local golden boy made good, catches Derek’s attention. But secrets and omissions cloud what could be the beginning of something special. Can they take a chance on being vulnerable enough to fall in love?
This is a 13k steamy gay romance about second-chances, hockey, and an adorable but nosy Bouvier.
Please note – all five stories have been previously published
Links:
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Love-Mission-City-Gabbi-Grey-ebook/dp/B0CTDBY23N
Universal Book Link: https://books2read.com/TheShorts
Apple Books: https://books.apple.com/us/book/love-in-mission-city-the-shorts/id6478398708
KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/love-in-mission-city-the-shorts
Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/love-in-mission-city-gabbi-grey/1144948368
Promo Link: www.allisontemple.com/we-love-canada
USA Today Bestselling author Gabbi Grey lives in beautiful British Columbia where her fur baby chin-poo keeps her safe from the nasty neighborhood squirrels. Working for the government by day, she spends her early mornings writing contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances. While she firmly believes in happy endings, she also believes in making her characters suffer before finding their true love. She also writes m/f romances as Gabbi Black and Gabbi Powell.
Personal links:
Website: https://gabbigrey.com/
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Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorgabbigrey/
Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/gabbi-grey
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15456297.Gabbi_Grey
Amazon Author Central: https://www.amazon.com/Gabbi-Grey/e/B07SJVFX1M
Audible Profile: https://www.audible.com/author/Gabbi-Grey/B07SJVFX1M
Facebook (page): https://www.facebook.com/AuthorGabbiGrey
May 15, 2025
Getting ready for tonight!
I’m putting together a basket of goodies on my messy art table to bring to my local art guild meeting tonight. (BTW—I made that basket!) We’re doing decoupage together! So, I have ceramic dishes ready to glue napkins to and small round wooden boxes to do the same. I spent time applying Gesso to all the surfaces to prepare them.
I woke up feeling dizzy AF this morning. It could have something to do with the fact I only had three hours of sleep. Insomnia hit hard. Anyway, I have some work to do before the meeting, and I hope to get a nap, so I’m just popping my head in the door to say hello!
Have any of you decoupaged before? Do you have any good advice for me?
The post Getting ready for tonight! first appeared on Delilah Devlin.May 14, 2025
Memory Game: Wildlife Where I Live (Contest)
Let’s play!
I know some of you love the memory games I post, so I had to think about what to gather, art-wise, to make this fun for you. I thought about the abundance of wildlife that is around me on the property, those that wind up dead in our swimming pool, or just down the hill from my home in the swampy fishing hole the locals go to. We try to minimize the number of mice, moles, and frogs that drown in the pool by positioning “lily pads” that provide them a way to climb out of the water… I’ve only seen one bear and one bobcat during all my years here, but they are around us, hiding in the woods, no doubt. I can’t believe I didn’t think of adding a raccoon, deer, squirrel, or opossum! Anyway, enjoy the puzzle!
For a chance to win a $5 Amazon gift card, solve the puzzle, then tell me about the wildlife in your area and whether you’ve ever encountered a critter close up!
The post Memory Game: Wildlife Where I Live (Contest) first appeared on Delilah Devlin.May 13, 2025
Flashback: Big Sky SEAL (Contest–2 Winners!)
Before there were bounty hunters, there were SEALs. And I loved writing my Uncharted SEALs series. All those rugged, alpha heroes and strong heroines. Humor. Action. Spicy sex. All the ingredients that make stories fun for me to write, and hopefully, fun for you to read.
With Uncharted SEALs, I experimented a bit. For the first time, I did sequels with the same characters—for the simple reason I couldn’t say goodbye to them. I wanted to see inside their Happy-Ever-Afters. Through Her Eyes and Between a SEAL and a Hard Place share the same main characters, as do Dream of Me and Heart of a SEAL.
Big Sky SEAL gave birth to my Montana Bounty Hunters, introducing Jamie and Reaper, who, as a result of their work in Big Sky, earned their own satellite office of MBH. A fun theme I used in two of the stories was a cruise ship. Both Before We Kiss and Hard SEAL to Love are set on the same ship and have the same supporting characters. Plus, Hard SEAL to Love features a disabled female vet!
This time, I’d like you to read the very fun introduction of Big Sky SEAL.
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Big Sky SEAL
Romance sparks between a bounty hunter and a SEAL on the hunt for an escaped terrorist…
A former military police dog handler, Jamie Burke, along with her former bomb dog Tessa, are still trying to adjust to civilian life. With a jaded, testy personality, Jamie has few friends. Now, a bounty hunter, she’s tasked to help federal and local law enforcement search for an escaped terrorist in the Crazy Mountains of Montana.
Former SEAL, Sky Reynolds can’t believe Jamie Burke is part of the task force. The last time he saw her was in Afghanistan. Back then, he thought he’d never stand a chance with the pretty, ballsy blonde, sure she had someone waiting for her back home. But here she is, still single, still prickly as hell. Assigned to stick close to her and her dog Tessa during the hunt, he’ll use the situation to get close. This time, he’s not letting her slip away.
When Jamie’s captured by the terrorist, it’s up to Sky, his fellow SEALs, and her motley crew of bounty hunters to save her…
Excerpt from Big Sky SEAL…
According to the satellite image, Mosby’s cousin’s crude hunting shack stood in an isolated clearing deep in a woodsy area at the foothills of the Salish Mountains. Jamie Burke and her partner for this takedown, Reaper Stenberg, parked their SUV a quarter mile down the gravel road leading to the Montana cabin.
Lock and load time. Jamie drew deep slow breaths to slow her heart, while getting her head “in the zone”. They were going after a badass. A mistake could turn deadly.
Reaper opened the back hatch of the SUV and reached into their bag of weapons and gear.
First, they donned Kevlar jackets. Jamie clipped her badge onto her web belt and slid her Glock into the holster strapped to her leg. Then Reaper held out a shotgun with an orange stock.
She glared. “Seriously? You expect me to take down Mosby with a bean bag round?”
“I don’t expect you to take down a damn thing, other than notes.” He smirked. “I’ll handle Mosby. If he gets past me, you nail him in the gut with this.” His glacier-blue eyes narrowed. “Your Glock is your last resort. You’ll be coming through the back of the cabin. Think I’d trust you with real bullets when I’ll be in the line of fire?”
“I’m a better shot than you,” she muttered, thinking of her last weapons qualification test and the ten tightly grouped shots in the circle around the heart on her target.
“On the range. This is the real world, sweet cheeks.”
She crimped her mouth and loaded a bean bag round into the chamber of her weapon, then stuffed two more shells into the pockets of her jeans. The rounds, intended to disable rather than kill, were filled with fabric “pillows” containing birdshot. Although his caution made sense, she couldn’t let him know she was relieved to carry non-lethal rounds—she’d seen enough death and never wanted to kill again. The fact he didn’t trust her aim—or, perhaps, her nerves—rankled. Still, they’d be inside close quarters, and the “non-lethal” round was far more dangerous than when used, as recommended, to hit targets twenty to sixty feet away.
Didn’t matter to Reaper that she was ex-military and knew her way around firearms. Since being discharged, she’d caught a desk at Montana Bounty Hunters, learning the ropes of the paperwork end of the job, and training with the agency’s owner, “Fetch” Winter, until he’d felt comfortable letting her ride shotgun with his most experienced hunter.
From the moment Fetch told Reaper she was his responsibility, he’d been on her ass. No doubt Reaper hoped she’d quit inside a week, but she was entering her second week and rather enjoying the fact her stubborn acceptance of his constant snarky disses annoyed the crap out of him. She’d weathered similar, un-PC comments during her time in the military. They rolled off her back like rain off a duck’s ass.
Lastly, he handed her an earpiece and inserted his own. “Testing,” he whispered. When she took her time responding, he raised an eyebrow. “You got it turned on?”
She raised her hand and shot him the bird. “I heard you loud and clear.”
He hefted a battering ram with one huge hand and rested it on his shoulder then passed over a lock pick kit. “Don’t keep me waiting. As soon as you’re in place, I’ll knock down the door.”
“Shouldn’t we make sure he’s inside first?”
He scowled. “Think I’m a rookie, rookie? Peek in a window on your way. And don’t get your head shot off.”
“Geez, I’d almost think you cared,” she said, giving him a sly grin and a wink.
His expression remained stony.
The time was mid-afternoon, still plenty of light, but she knew he was too impatient to get this catch-and-release finished. They’d already logged ten days on the road, interviewing Mosby’s high school buddies, family members, and former cellmates. A girlfriend who was pissed Mosby was willing to let her car be taken, part of the collateral of his bail bond, mentioned the hunting cabin. After a quick trip to a local Bureau of Land Management office that morning, they had what they hoped was their first break in this case.
They jogged down the quarter mile track to the edge of the clearing. She stayed close to his heels while his long blond ponytail flapped down his back. Not for the first time, she noted his broad shoulders and powerful build. If only he wasn’t such a dick to work with… When they halted, she noted the rusty white pickup parked next to the porch. Someone was home.
Reaper gave her a curt nod then broke left following the tree line, while she kept to the brush to the right, until she was midway down the long side of the shotgun shack. With her heart rate kicking higher, she edged carefully toward a window and shot upward to glance inside.
A man sat in the shadows of a living room in a ratty easy chair, watching TV.
She edged upward again, quickly studied his profile, then crouched to pull the bench warrant from her back pocket to check out their target’s picture. Same bald head and heavy brows, same black tribal tattoo climbing up his shoulder from under his grubby white wife beater to wrap around his neck. “It’s him,” she whispered. “In the living room. Front door’s ten feet from his chair.”
“Is he armed?”
“Didn’t see a weapon. I’m heading to the back door.” She kept close to the side of the house, came around the back, and then halted when she noted the modified back door. “Big damn dog door,” she whispered. “I didn’t see a dog.”
“Good. Door saves us both some time. Get your ass inside, Burke.”
Jamie knelt, lifted the rubber flap, and peeked inside. Still no dog in sight. Tightening her mouth, she pushed her weapon through first, angled her hips, and crawled into the opening, her hands sliding on greasy tile. “I’m inside,” she whispered as she lay sprawled on a floor that smelled like onions and beer. Did the guy use the floor to fry his hamburgers?
“On three,” came Reaper’s raspy whisper. “One…two…three…”
As she shoved to her feet, she heard a distant crash as the wooden front door splintered, and then the clatter of nails on linoleum from a room just beyond the kitchen. She rushed through the doorway into a bedroom just as a short, very muscular brindle pit bull jumped onto the mattress, heading in the most direct path toward her. She darted into a bathroom, climbed onto the toilet seat, then the small counter. When the dog stood on his hind legs, snapping at her boots, she leapt toward the doorway and slammed the door closed, trapping him inside.
The dog thudded heavily against the wood and then barked like a hellhound.
The sound of furniture thudding came from the next room. Something glass hit the floor and shattered. Muffled grunts and curses sounded.
“Bastard, stay down!” Reaper shouted.
Speeding toward the living room, Jamie halted when she saw Daniel Mosby with Reaper hanging on their target’s back, his arm around his neck in a chokehold.
The two large men hit one side of the doorframe then the other. Mosby’s face was red, his teeth bared. Three inches taller and burlier than Reaper, Mosby kept moving.
Pulse racing, she backed up toward the kitchen doorway.
“Shoot him, Burke!” Reaper growled. “Shoot the fucker!”
Sucking in a breath, she raised her shotgun, aimed for Mosby’s large belly, and pulled the trigger.
Mosby grunted, his black eyes widened, and he screamed, despite the arm cinching his thick neck. And despite the direct hit, he kept coming.
She backed up into the kitchen, sure Mosby would drop any second, but he lunged toward a wall, slamming Reaper against it. Reaper’s hold loosened.
Mosby shook him off and aimed an elbow behind him, catching Reaper in the chin as he went down. Mosby’s dark gaze locked with hers, and he rushed forward.
With no time to load another round in the shotgun, she considered her Glock, but that was her last resort.
Brains over brawn—a cliché that had served her well in tighter situations. The bastard was big and lumbered toward her like a bear. Likely his size intimidated most men, but she wasn’t a man. And she wasn’t scared. Although she was good at pretending fear. She widened her eyes and sank into a crouch, raising a hand as though to cover her head.
Behind Mosby, Reaper groaned. “Goddammit, Burke. Use your fucking weapon!”
But she had a better idea. Killing was easy. And Mosby had sworn he’d never be caught, never spend another day in prison. She wanted the sorry asshole to spend years thinking about the fact he’d been bested by a woman.
As he rushed her, she kept her feet flat on the greasy floor and ducked to the side. Just as he came within reach, she swept out a foot and tripped him. On his way toward the dirty tile, she spun and clocked him in the back of the head with the butt of her shotgun.
He hit the floor hard, arms sprawled from his sides, and didn’t move.
Before he could stir again, she stuck a knee in his lower back, pulled back one meaty arm, and latched a cuff around his thick wrist, then repeated the action with the other. When he was secured, she shot to her feet and stood over him, at last withdrawing her Glock from its holster to point toward his ass in case he roused. She shot a quick glance over her shoulder at Reaper. “You through napping?”
“Bitch,” he wheezed from the floor.
“He wasn’t armed. What’s your excuse?”
Reaper sat and leaned against the kitchen wall, working his jaw side to side. He winced. “I was just softening him up for you, babe. Nice takedown, by the way.”
And then he smiled—a real smile, not his usual one-sided smirk. She grinned, relieved that at last he saw her worth. “I’m still too scrawny to get his ass to our vehicle. You rested?”
He chuckled and pushed upward, not hiding a groan as he straightened. “Wait until I tell Fetch. He said you were a firecracker, and that I shouldn’t count you out in a fight.”
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Gabbi Grey: Challenge Accepted (Contest)
Hello, Delilah! Thank you for welcoming me here to share my new release!
So if 2024 was the year of saying hell, yes!, 2025 is turning out to be the year of hell, yes! (and I might also need to have my head examined…)
I’ll explain. I have so many projects in various stages that it’s brutal to keep track. My trusty spreadsheet does, thank God. Okay, so how’d I wind up writing Unlocked and Unlost? Well, I participate in a special promo every month. The creators of the promo (with prizes) gave us a theme per month: age-gap, sports, small-town, friends-to-lovers, fated mates, etc.
Great!
Except I didn’t have a friends-to-lovers book or a fated mates story. Did that stop me from signing up? Of course not! I just figured I’d write books I’d already committed to with these plot lines. Not really different than signing up for themed anthologies – and we all know how many of those I’ve done. Now, a friend who knows about such things said fated mates had to be shifters. I was like… OH. CRAP.
Never fear! I found a wolf shifter cover and asked Plot Whisperer for help! She wrote this extensive and really amazing plot. And I went…oh, wow. It’s awesome. But it didn’t speak to me. I wasn’t compelled. But I can write just about anything, so I figured I had my assignment.
One day, she and I were chatting, and she said how she’s read that raccoons could pick locks. She said I should write a raccoon shifter locksmith.
I said sure, and could he get together with a squirrel shifter, and could we set the story in my owl shifter universe?
She said, I don’t see why not.
An hour later, we had the plot for my novella.
Yes, that simple. We had a grumpy/sunshine, age-gap, opposites-attract, racoon/squirrel shifter gay romcom romance. Because…why not?
I wrote the story for another project, but that didn’t pan out, and I’d bought the most amazing cover and I figured…why not publish it? My editor loved it and said she’d never quite read something like it before. That’s the general consensus of early reviews – never seen this done in this way. Now, some adore the book and some find it irritating. I’m not supposed to read my reviews – but sometimes I can’t help myself.
Okay, so that’s the story! I have my fated mates. I also have probably the funniest story I’ve ever written. Something well beyond the angst I used to be known for. I don’t know how all my readers will react, but I do try to keep them on their toes.
Anyway, thank you for letting me visit today and share my news! I would love to give a prize to a commenter! Do you believe in fated mates? Have you read a shifter story? I’ll admit I’d read a few and dragons are my favorite, but my squirrel is pretty darn cute. Leave a comment and you might win a $5 Amazon Gift card. Random will pick the winner. Good luck!
Unlocked and Unlost
Kingston
I love being a locksmith. I help people fix their lives when things go awry. A badly sprained ankle has me laid up, but I dislike being idle, so a friend suggests I hire an assistant. Little do I know how truly chaotic my life is about to become. Although he’s cute, it never occurs to me just how important he might become in my life.
Ethan
I’ve held a series of jobs since graduating from business college, but none has captured my attention. Assisting a grouchy locksmith proves to be one of the more interesting challenges. When I discover something truly astounding about him, my entire world view changes.
Unlocked and Unlost is an opposites attract, grumpy/sunshine, age gap, paranormal shifter gay romance with a stodgy racoon shifter and the glorious squirrel shifter fated mate he didn’t see coming.
Links:
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USA Today Bestselling author Gabbi Grey lives in beautiful British Columbia where her fur baby chin-poo keeps her safe from the nasty neighborhood squirrels. Working for the government by day, she spends her early mornings writing contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances. While she firmly believes in happy endings, she also believes in making her characters suffer before finding their true love. She also writes m/f romances as Gabbi Black and Gabbi Powell.
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