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New “Best” Release!

Just a quick thanks to everyone who bought Shattered Souls! Once you find time to read it, let me know what you thought. More of Sam and Cait is coming in June!

And now, to today’s announcement. The release date is officially next week, but I happen to know Amazon is already shipping copies of Best Lesbian Romance of 2013. I have a little ole story in the collection, entitled “Night at the Wax Museum,” which originally appeared in Girls Who Bite.

Here’s a snippet…

12:02 AM—Remind V.H. to call the exterminators. Rats, again, in the vicinity of the freak show exhibit!

Krista Pike clicked the end of her ballpoint pen, slid the small spiral notebook into her pocket and clipped the pen in her uniform lapel. Then she slipped her mag light from its holster, picked up a sturdy broom and went in search of the rodent.

For the third night in a row her nerves were wired tighter than an M-16’s recoil spring. Shouldn’t have been. The security company that’d hired her told her that other than some minor vandalism to the museum’s windows and door, this shift should be a cake walk.

“Tell that to the fucking rats.”

A skittering sounded behind her. She spun and aimed her light toward the floor. Nothing. As she raised the beam, it caught the exhibit. Light flickered in the eyes of the wax figure lying in the open coffin—a scene straight out of a horror movie, created especially for the Halloween crowd.

She shivered at the tableau. A raven-haired vampire, red glassy eyes, milky-white skin , the tops of her breasts exposed above the black, corseted gown, not a hint of color in her or the white-satin-lined coffin other than blood-red paint on her full lips. Above her, the vampire hunter stood with arms raised, a hammer and a wooden stake in his hands, ready to puncture her chest. The setting surrounding the two figures was straight Hollywood kitsch—a gnarled tree, an open pit readied for the coffin, and a tall Celtic cross knocked at an angle.

The overhead track light beamed directly on the vampire’s face, and her glass eyes appeared to be fixed right on Krista.

She shivered, and aimed the beam back to the ground, unsure which creeped her out more now, the rats or the red glowing lights the artist had placed behind the wax figure’s eye sockets.

She moved along, scuffing her feet to make enough noise to scare away any critters looking for discarded scraps of popcorn or candy bars that patrons of the wax museum had tossed.

Damn nerves. She needed to make an appointment with her VA shrink to up her meds. Problem solved.

Total pisser she still needed those damn happy pills. Until she had a clean bill of health, the PD wouldn’t clear her for duty again. And there was no way she wanted to return full-time to the force without being whole again. Eighteen months in Afghanistan had left her in little broken bits. Shattered hip. Shattered mind.

A year of therapy—for the bones and her mushed brain—and she still wasn’t one hundered percent. Not when a goddamn rat could spook her like this.

She was tempted to hit the utility closet and turn on all the lights just as she had last night, but the manager had chewed her ass for wasting electricity. She was stuck with the thin beams illuminating the exhibits, making the surrounding darkness feel dense and alive.

Another shiver shook her. “Fuck this,” she bit out, pissed at herself for letting the place get to her. Maybe she should move onto the presidents. Nothing scary there other than the looming height and craggy face of Honest Abe.

The skittering sounded again, behind her. She spun and crouched, flashlight held like a nightstick, the broom like a sword, blood pumping every bit as hard as when her squad had come under fire in Kandahar. She’d shimmied under a burned out van only to discover she didn’t have enough room between the road and the vehicle’s undercarriage to effectively return fire. She’d scooted back the way she’d come, but the battle was already over. Or so she’d thought. Kneeling beside Randy Hays’s body, she’d caught a round in her ass, another in her torso, which the Kevlar ate, but the impact had still been strong enough to knock the breath out of her.

“Fuck this,” she repeated, her voice sounding every bit as hollow as her resolve. Her beam caught the edge of the coffin, glared on the white lining of the lid. She moved on—then swung her light back to the bed of the casket. It was empty.

Not a goddamn rat. Someone else was inside the museum and playing a nasty trick.

“Not fucking funny,” she said, straightening and aiming her voice around the room.

Soft laughter came from right behind her, and Krista punched her elbow backward and whirled, but again saw nothing except for a blur of grey.

Her breath caught. Nothing moved that fast.

Straightening, she tossed down the broom. “I know you’re here,” she said, deepening her voice, hoping whoever or whatever it was couldn’t tell how freaked she was.

“I’ve been watching you,” came a feminine, singsong voice.

Krista jerked, then cursed herself for giving away her fear. “Come out of the shadows. I’ll walk you to the door and let you leave. I won’t call it in.”

“How sweet.” The voice was girlish, almost childlike, but with an undertone of menace that chilled Krista to the bone. “Why do you limp?”

Krista breathed deeply, calming her heart. The voice had come from near the door leading to the Marilyn exhibit. Krista didn’t know if the woman had a weapon or was just a thrill seeker. There wasn’t anything of value inside the museum other than big wax dolls. Nothing irreplaceable. The cash box was cleaned out every night after closing. “Why’d you move the vampire?”

Another laugh. This one so close the hairs on the back of her neck stirred.

“Pretty boy, I didn’t take it.”

“I’m not a boy,” she said, more to keep the conversation going than because she’d been offended.

“But you act like one. Even walk like one.”

“I was a soldier.”

“And they made you walk that way?”

“I don’t have girly hips.”

A hand cupped one notch of her uninjured hip from behind. A citrusy-floral scent tickled her nose. Something wet slid down the side of her neck. A tongue. Panic shivered down her spine.

“Not boy’s hips.” A hand trailed down the front of her pants, and fingers traced her split. “Not a boy’s anything at all.”

Krista didn’t know why she stayed so still. She wasn’t a superstitious person. Didn’t believe in ghosts or God. But she knew in her gut whatever was behind her wasn’t human. As fast as the thing had moved, she couldn’t outrun it. “You’re that woman in the coffin, aren’t you?”

“Not stupid like a boy either. Not like the last one.”

“The last guard?”

“They didn’t tell you?”

Krista shook her head. “I wasn’t told why he had to be replaced.” Fingers walked across the top of her shoulder and up her neck, pads skimming over her thudding pulse. Krista swayed, her eyelids dipped.

“Poor thing couldn’t hold his bladder. All I had to do was blow in his ear and he’d shriek—”

“Like a girl?”

The laugh this time sounded more natural. Hands drew away.

She blinked and the raven-haired creature stood in front of her, her gaze studying Krista’s face. “You’re different.”

“Than what? There are other female guards employed by Security Systems.”

“Not what I meant. You’re not frightened of me.”

“Sure I am, but the rats creeped me out more.”

“Rats won’t kill you.”

“I’m not afraid of dying.”

Guest Blogger: Naomi Bellina

The first winner of the “Having an Affaire de Coeur Year” Calendar Contest

is Sharon Chalk! Sharon, congratulations! Send me an email that includes your

snail mail address, and I’ll send your prize! ~DD

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The perfect gift, or not so much

Whoopee! We made it through the winter holidays. Just around the corner, however, is another potentially angst-ridden event, Valentine’s Day. This holiday can be fun for couples, sad if you’re alone, and downright dangerous for those who don’t know their partners as well as they think they do when it comes time to purchase a present.

Women don’t have it as tough as men when buying a gift. Pick up a six-pack of their favorite beer, prepare a nice meal, and show up in slinky lingerie and most men are pretty darn happy. Women, on the other hand, expect men to pay attention to their desires, and not just the ones in bed. If we’ve been hinting around that we really want an item, we expect them to buy it for us. They should be listening when we talk and doing everything in their power to make us happy.

Ladies, don’t count on it. Some men are good at gift buying, others really suck. If yours falls into the latter category, give him a break. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you, it just means this is one thing he doesn’t do well. Hopefully, your guy has other redeeming attributes and you can forgive him this minor shortcoming.

My suggestion? Avoid disappointment this Valentine’s day, and ask him for gift cards, so you can buy what your heart really desires.

I’d like to share a cute joke about this subject:

Young Patty approaches her mother and announces, “Sally told me where babies come from.”

Mother, not ready to have this discussion, asks with dread, “Where is that, dear?”

“Sally said her sister Molly told her, Daddy puts his thingy in your mouth, then stuff comes out, then a baby grows in your belly.”

“No, sweetie, Susie’s wrong, that’s where jewelry comes from!”

Bwa-ha-ha! So true.

What would be your perfect Valentine’s Day gift? I’d love to hear from you.

Enjoy this excerpt from my latest book, Out of the Ordinary. Thank you for having me here today, Delilah, and thank you all for reading.

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“This is going to be quick and simple, right? We’ll just go through the motions, no foreplay, no kissing, just get your cock in and out of me. I’m not even going to take off this dress thingy, you can just lift it up. Wait! We don’t have any protection.” Star crossed her arms. She was not going to engage in unsafe sex. That could be just as deadly as the plague.

“I’ll protect you. No one will come in,” Roven said.

“No, I mean birth control, condoms.”

“Oh, those. We still have some from our last human visitors. They certainly enjoyed our Full Moons party. I believe there are still several in the nightstand.”

Star turned her back to Adam and bent over the bed, leaning into the mattress and spreading her arms out for support. Most men enjoyed this position, even request it, yet nothing happened.

“Well?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

“Star, stand up, come here,” he said.

Star stood and moved closer to Adam. “What’s the matter?”

“Look, I can’t just perform on command. I’m not exactly in the mood, what with the thought of the plague and death headed our way and all. Let’s slow down, ease into this. Sit up here on the bed with me.”

Star sighed but climbed up on the bed and settled back against the headboard with Adam. She wasn’t in the mood either. She’d been lusting after him since they’d arrived in this strange place, and she sensed he desired her too. She knew making love with him would be glorious, but not like this. She wanted something special, involving a candlelit dinner, maybe a little slow dancing, a romantic carriage ride through the park…

“Talk to me. Tell me something about you. What do you like to do when you’re not wrangling children and getting kidnapped by aliens?”

Despite herself, Star had to smile. Adam certainly could be charming. He had stayed calm throughout this strange ordeal and was determinedly trying to get them out of trouble. Something was a little off about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but this was not the time to delve into those matters.

Even though she was incredibly attracted to Adam, this whole scenario was making her nervous as hell. She was not ready to make love to a man, especially not this one, who she already felt connected with. The last person she let close to her had betrayed her trust, and she had no desire to have that painful process repeated. Something told her that once she let Adam in there would be no going back. He would be in her heart to stay.

“I like long walks on the beach, puppies, chocolate—the usual. Come on, this isn’t a dating site. Why do you care what I like?” She cringed at her tone.

“You’re awfully bitter for such a young woman, and you don’t seem to like men too much. How did you get to be this way?

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Sunday Report Card

Today’s guest is late getting her stuff to me, so I’m popping in quickly to share “the plan.” The list below is everything I hope to finish by April 1st. The one item in purple is the only thing I’ve finished since the start of the year. (It’s the “BDSM in the Bayou” novel I finished last week!) Yes, the list is completely ridiculous, but I need big goals so I can keep adrenaline pushing me to tackle the biggest priorities on the list. If I can slide in some of the shorter projects too, I’ll have true bragging rights.

Work in   Progress
Due Date


1
OHM Novel
1/7/2013


2
CL-13 Short Story
2/10/2013


3
CM – First  3 Episodes
2/13/2013


4
Strokes-2 Anthology



5
Proposal, 1 Chapter



6
PITBE Novella



7
Penthouse Short Story



8
CM –   Episode 4
2/26/2013


9
Delta Heat-4 Novella
2/28/2013


10
CL-14 Short Story
3/1/2013


11
BBB Short Story



12
CM –   Episode 5
3/12/2013


13
CL-15 Short Story
3/15/2013


14
Cowboy Heat Short Story
3/20/2013


15
CM –   Episode 6
3/26/2013


16
BDSM-2 Novel
4/1/2013


17
Cowboy Heat Anthology
4/1/2013

Snippet Saturday: Emotion

This week’s theme is emotion. I love dread and fear—writing it, anyway. Enjoy the scene below. If you’d like to read more, be sure to click on the cover of the story. Have a great day. I’m taking a break from my writing today to go see Les Misérables with my dd. Since there’s not a theater in our small nearby town, we have to make a day of it. So, we’re going to eat Indian and take in a flick. Pure pleasure.

If you post a comment today, you’ll be entered to win

a free download of this book!

“…loved everything about SIN’S Gift…the way Delilah Devlin sets up her world makes it feel like nothing I’ve read before…” ~ 5 Angels and RECOMMENDED READ!, Fallen Angels

“…A turbulent relationship and sexy, spooky thrills await readers in SIN’S GIFT…This is a well written and engrossing tale with complex characters who have hidden depths.  Enter into other realms with the highly recommended SIN’S GIFT.” ~ Jennell, RRT Erotic

“…Wow, I loved this novella. It’s fabulously exciting and a fast, exhilarating read…I recommend this book to everyone that loves hot, sexy paranormal story. I love Delilah Devlin’s books and this is one of her best yet…” 5 Hearts, Abi, The Romance Studio

Police Officer Sinead O’Rourke returns to duty months after being shot in an incident that also claimed her partner, Danny. Despite being cleared of any negligence, Sin knows her fellow officers wonder whether she’s partially responsible for his death. One more problem is that everyone knows she claims she’s seen Danny. After months of rehabilitation and counseling, and lying like hell about the fact she’s not seeing spooks anymore, Sin’s determined to get back into the saddle. But her first day back in the patrol car, Sin sees something more horrifying than the ghost of her dead partner and enters a deadly new world. Jake doesn’t want to partner with Sin. Been there, done that—couldn’t keep his hands off her the first time around. She’s too much of a distraction and her penchant for rushing into trouble scares the hell out of him. Despite wishing she’d quit her job, he’s still deeply attracted. When an armed robbery goes down and something happens that rattles Sin to the core, he’s right there—ready to cover her back and her sweet body.

There’s no place like home.

The police substation didn’t sit at the end of the rainbow or anywhere near Kansas, but for some reason that stupid phrase ran like a mantra through Sinead O’Rourke’s head as she drew a deep breath and pushed through the double doors leading into the station house. Once inside, she kept her gaze focused straight ahead, ignoring the way conversations died away as one by one the officers on duty noticed who’d entered their midst.

So she’d been gone awhile. No doubt San Antonio’s finest whispered she looked a little different than they remembered. A few even knew she’d gone nuts for a while. But their redheaded stepchild was back.

Fuck them, anyway.

Sin headed straight to the lieutenant’s office and knocked on his door.

“Come in.”

Relieved to escape the thick atmosphere of the open floor, she knew she’d only traded one bleeding wound for another when the patrol shift lieutenant, Clayton Kalisek, glanced up and stiffened at the sight of her. “Glad to see you made it, O’Rourke.”

“Yeah, I finally got tired of sitting on my ass,” she said with more attitude than she felt. “Only so many Oprahs a body can stand.”

“Sit down for a second while we have a talk.”

She shut the door behind her and warily took the chair in front of his desk. Just as she remembered, his set expression didn’t give away a thing he was thinking. “What’s on your mind, Lieutenant? The doctors gave me a clean bill of health.”

His narrowed gaze landed on the scar on her cheek then locked with hers again. “If you’re not ready for this, just say so.”

Some things never changed. Lieutenant Kalisek still knew just where to stick his dull knife. “I’m fine,” she said, her tone curt since she wasn’t about to bother hiding her irritation.

“Sure you are.” But he didn’t sound convinced. He leaned back in his chair and continued to stare. “I’m putting you with Chapa, again. I know you two have a history…”

Chapa. Shit. They had plenty of history, all right. Most of it bad. “Fine,” she bit out. “Have you broken the good news to him?”

Clay’s face tightened with a pained expression. “Told him yesterday.”

“Wish you’d waited until I was in the room,” she said, a mirthless grin sliding along her lips. “Bet he was loud.”

The lieutenant’s ice blue eyes narrowed. “He’s not going to cut you any slack.”

Her chin came up. “Don’t need any.”

His nod was curt. “Very well. Get out on the street.”

That was it? Feeling a little deflated, like she’d worried about nothing, she hesitated. “You’re not going to say anything about the psych eval?”

“Doc said you’re ready—that the meds and the time off did the trick.” His expression tightened. “Should I ask you if you’re still talking to ghosts?”

A lump burned the back of her throat as she caught sight of Danny standing just behind the lieutenant’s shoulder. “No ghosts,” she lied, ignoring the grin splitting her late partner’s face.

She shot up off the chair and turned to open the door.

“Like I said, O’Rourke. Chapa’s not gonna cut you any slack.”

She nodded over her shoulder, not daring to look back.

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Be sure to check out the snippets on these other authors’ blogs:

Lauren Dane

Shiloh Walker

Mari Carr

TJ Michaels

Leah Braemel

McKenna Jeffries

Taige Crenshaw

Felicity Heaton

Eliza Gayle

Caris Roane

Guest Blogger: Eliza Gayle

Reality Versus Fantasy

One of the most challenging things we can do as an author or maybe the easiest if like me, you eagerly look forward to slipping into the fantasy of a good book, is to create those special moments while dealing with the reality of life behind the scenes.

What reality you say? Well, in my case I’ve been going through a major renovation of the house my husband and I recently bought and we’ve had a lot of ups and downs. Many of the highlights include a beautiful new kitchen, a cozy and functional office and an expanded master bedroom.

Then there are the shocking and unexpected discoveries such as when you take down a cabinet in the laundry room and discover a small spot of wet wall and mold which then morphs into an entire rotted exterior wall that has to be removed and rebuilt in the middle of winter.

Now when I watch HGTV and see the homeowners near tears when more and more problems are found during the renovation process–I get it! (That is when I’m allowed to watch HGTV. My husband threatens to ban that channel every time I come up with a new “project” *grins*)

It’s during times like these where I have to dig deep and put aside the harsh reality of the disgusting bathroom we are currently tearing apart—

And begin to imagine this scene instead.

 

Or when the reality of the contractor who showed up to do the plumbing is nothing like the fantasy you had in my mind threatens the image in my head of the slice of near perfect alpha male perfection I want to show up in my book…

Despite the ups and downs of reality we all must go through and the challenge of writing under very uncomfortable situations to meet our deadlines, I’m eternally grateful that life is never boring. It might make me want to pull my hair out more often than I’d like, but it keeps me on my toes and hopefully strengthens my brain for the next challenge lurking around the corner.

At least when we need a break from the reality of day-to-day life, we can pick up a book and slip into a new world. What would we do without them?

Thank you so much to Delilah for hosting me today. It’s always great to come and visit.

Eliza

Eliza Gayle lives a life full of sexy shapeshifters, blood boiling vamps and a dark desire for bondage…until she steps away from her computer and has to tend to her family.

Check out Eliza’s brand new release, Purgatory Masters: Tucker’s Fall, or her many other books listed on her website at elizagayle.net.

New Contest

For the next little while, you won’t see much of me here. I opened up my blog to guests—and a deluge hit. And how could I turn anyone down? Well, I couldn’t until I didn’t have any dates left. So, I’ll try to sneak in here and maybe post a note at the top of some fabulous author’s blog, just so you know the rumors of my demise are premature. If you truly miss me, you can always find me on Facebook!

I did reserve every Saturday for Snippet Saturday, so be watching for one-day-only giveaways from me on those days. In the meantime, here’s a contest to keep you going until the next opening I have for me to chat (other than a Saturday or a guest no-show)—February 26th.

“Having an Affaire de Coeur Year” Calendar Contest

What can you win? I have a stack of Affaire de Coeur magazine’s 2013 calendars. Each is filled with romantic goodness! I’ll start giving them away this weekend! And I won’t stop until I’ve given all of them away!

What do you have to do to win? Simple. Comment on my blog. On any posting, from now thru February 26th. I’ll choose winners at random from among all the comments. Good luck!

Feb 1 – 7: Roses, Chocolate & Handcuffs Contest!

It’s almost that time of the year again for roses, chocolate love…and handcuffs! To celebrate, Cari Silverwood, Kallypso Masters and Full Moon Bites have come together for a kinky giveaway hop! They invited a slew of authors and bloggers to join them! Read on below for the lovely intro (written by the wonderful Cari!)

When your man tells you he loves you with a gift of chocolates, roses and handcuffs, you know he’s no ordinary lover. What kink hides in your closet? Sometimes we don’t want a man who showers us with flower petals and kisses. Sometimes we want a man who will take charge and text us from work with a message such as this: Wait for me naked and kneeling in the bedroom. If this Valentines Day you get handcuffs from your partner, what message would you like to see on the gift tag?

Enter a comment on this post, and you’ll be entered to win a $25.00 gift certificate from Amazon.com to spend however you please on whatever naughty thing you want! Then take a tour to each of the websites listed below. Don’t feel overwhelmed by how many people are involved, you have until February 7th to enter!

1.
Full   Moon Bites (INT)
15.
Candace   Blevins
29.
Kelli   Scott/Lip Service


2.
Cari   Silverwood
16.
Trillium
30.
Mary @SweepingMe (Int)


3.
Kallypso   Masters
17.
Not   Now…Mommy’s Reading
31.
Malia   Mallory


4.
Hot   Listens INT
18.
Milly Taiden (INT)
32.
Delilah Devlin


5.
Nicole   Morgan
19.
Ria   Candro
33.
Kylie   Scott


6.
Natasha   Blackthorne (INT)
20.
herding   cats & burning soup (INT)
34.
Cassandra   Carr (INT)


7.
Blackraven’s   Erotic Cafe (INT)
21.
KH LeMoyne – Fantasy Powered   by Love
35.
Close   Encounters with the Night Kind


8.
AJ’s Reading Nook   (INT)
22.
monkeycstars   (US)
36.
Ciaran   Dwynvil (INT)


9.
Blackraven’s   Reviews (INT)
23.
Eliza   Gayle
37.
Hennessee   Andrews


10.
The Readers   Roundtable (INT)
24.
Tessa   Wanton’s Dark Desires (INT)
38.
Felicity   Heaton, PNR author (INT)


11.
Dark Divas   Reviews (INT)
25.
Ana’s   Attic Book Blog (INT)
39.
Share   My Destiny (INT)


12.
HEA Romances With A Little Kick {INT}
26.
Helena   Harker (INT)
40.
Red   Phoenix’s Sensual Erotica


13.
Ashlynne   Laynne- Paranormal Romance and Beyond (US)
27.
Regina   May Ross’s Blog (INT)




14.
Skye   Warren
28.
Sable Hunter (INT)

A Question…

This is just a quick stop. Have a book to finish today, and I’m not losing focus until the damn thing’s wrapped!

Thanks to everyone who bought and is reading Shattered Souls. The book is currently sitting at #2853 in the Kindle store! Woot! If you read it, please take the time to post a review. They do help other readers decide whether they want to spend the money!

What am I working on now? It’s a novel as well. 70,000 words of naughty excess—with a tinge of suspense. I hope the editor loves it.

What else have I been doing? In my spare time, because I need an outlet other than dropping in front of the boob tube, I’ve been making things. Take a look at my Pinterest page if you’re interested in seeing. And if you’re into Pinterest, what would you like to see on my boards?

But that’s not the question I want you to answer. Here you go…

We all have that “go-to” person. The one we call day or night when we’ve got a question. “My dishwasher’s not working. Who do you think I should call?” “I had a fight with my husband, do you think I was wrong?” Who is your answer person?

Guest Blogger: Taige Crenshaw

Power of Love

Love is such a powerful thing. It moves people in so many ways. As a writer I love exploring the various ways that love unfolds. All the paths it takes are fun to explore.

I enjoy watching movies based on love. The last few weeks have had some very interesting ones. Each was so different and to see the ways love came and was shown made me think. One of the theme of the movies was they followed families. The love, tribulations and all the things in between. From the beginning of time people have been falling in love. Love can make you crazy, giddy and bring you such hope and joy.

Love has many types – the love between friends and family. The love between lovers. Each has the core of opening yourself to another person and becoming a unit. With friends it is building a close-knit relationship that stands through good and bad. The same with family. With family we share and love.

The love between lovers is what I explore in my books. From the start of the initial attraction, the first steps to getting to know each other, the dating and then finally the all encompassing feelings and knowing you belong together. There are of course the ups and downs and the times when you fall in and out of love. But when you find that right someone it is magical, exhilarating and soul moving. Yeah, I am a romantic at heart. All the steps to the power of love fascinate me.

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Taige Crenshaw is a multi-published author with books available at Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Liquid Silver Books, Loose Id, and Total-E-Bound. Taige has been enthralled with the written word from time she picked up her first book. It wasn’t long before she started to make up her own tales of romance. With novels set in today, in alternate dimensions, or in the future, she writes with adventure, fun sassy heroines, and sexy heroes. Always hard at work creating new and exciting places Taige can be found curled up with a hot novel with exciting characters when she is not creating her own. Join her in the fun, frolic, interesting people and far reaches of the world in her novels. You can find out more about Taige at her website: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com or blog: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/blog.

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Hurricane — When life gives you a second chance how do you decide what to do?

Buy here at Total-E-Bound.

SHATTERED SOULS releases today!

Caitlyn’s story starts today! I’m excited, nervous, giddy. I better hide in my office cave or I’ll scare people today!

I received a nice bit of news yesterday. Night Owl Reviews named Shattered Souls a Top Pick! “An intriguing paranormal tale that combines romantic suspense with a mesmerizing tale of otherworldly beings.” Squee!

Here’s hoping you enjoy entering Cait’s world…

When her mentor is brutally murdered by a supernatural force, an alcoholic former cop turns to her past lovers—her ex-partner and a powerful sorcerer—to help her hunt down a demon terrorizing Memphis.

Caitlyn O’Connell had it all: a career with the Memphis PD, a passionate marriage, and the satisfaction that her work made a difference in the world. But she also had a secret, a supernatural “gift” that cost her everything. Now she scrapes by as a private investigator, taking cases the cops won’t touch and counting down the minutes until happy hour. But when Sam Pierce, her former partner and estranged ex-husband, comes to her for help with a bizarre murder case, Cait can’t say no. And not just because Sam is still as irresistibly sexy as he was on the day they met. Something sinister—and demonic—is terrorizing Memphis, leaving a bloody trail of bodies and clues only Cait can read. Together she and Sam will venture into a dark world of magic and unholy terror, hunting a killer who will lead them to the brink of reality as they know it—and back into the thrall of their stormy past. Steamy and suspenseful, Shattered Souls is the pulse-quickening new offering from romance author Delilah Devlin.

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