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Snippet Saturday: Shame, Shame, Shame

Sometimes, heroes and heroines don’t behave well. In the last story I wrote for Kensington, “Hot Blooded”, both hero and heroine have some baggage to turn loose. You can get a sense of how the heroine’s mistake is eating at the hero in this scene. Enjoy!

Tough and rough, tall and dark, these are men a woman never forgets. Experience pleasure like no other in the arms of a cowboy…

“Hot Blooded” by Delilah Devlin

Rancher Adam Youngblood is always happy to help a damsel in distress. But before he’ll pull the sweetly curvaceous and fiercely independent Cass McIntyre to safety, he demands promises of unconditional sexual surrender…

Sunlight broke through the clouds by mid-afternoon. Although the rain had stopped an hour before, chaos still reigned in the park as the rivers continued to rise. All the low water crossings were impassible. Climbers and hikers all along the trails had been stranded. When the Canyon Volunteer Fire Department called the ranch, Adam Youngblood bit back a curse.

The last place he wanted to be today was anywhere near the park and one particular little park ranger. But he headed straight for the headquarters building near the entrance of the park where the rangers had organized search parties to rescue stranded campers and hikers.

Mavis Benson who manned the information desk sidled close to him with a clipboard in her hands. “Adam,” she said hesitantly.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

“We have a situation.”

He glanced at the organized chaos around him and nodded his head. “We certainly do.”

She pulled at his shirtsleeve and tilted her clipboard toward him. “Cass—Fortress Cliff—0800” was scribbled in purple ink. “She hasn’t checked back in.”

Adam didn’t want to care. In fact, he hated the way his belly knotted at that piece of news. “Have you sent anyone to check it out?”

“They’re still assigning teams to sections of the park. Thought you might like to take this one yourself,” she whispered, her eyebrows rising.

Adam grimaced, tempted to tell her flat out she had the wrong man for the job. She didn’t know his interest in Cass McIntyre had been obliterated the night before.

However, he didn’t want to tarnish the trust and respect shining in Mavis’s eyes whenever he entered the building. Mavis was a lifelong resident of the nearby town of Canyon and attended the same church his mother had.

Adam blew out a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll take a look around the cliff.”

She beamed and handed him the note. “If she’s not in any trouble, she’s not gonna be happy I sent someone out to check on her.”

“Woman’s too independent for her own good,” he muttered, settling his cowboy hat on his head.

“It’s what happens when a woman fends too long for herself,” she said with a firm nod. And she should know. The elderly spinster had lived alone for as long as he he’d known her, which was all his life.

Forty-five minutes later after getting his wheels bogged down in mud twice, he made it to the summit and drove slowly along the rim of the bluff. Just as he’d decided he’d have to park and continue the search on foot, a scrap of white gleaming against the dark green branches of a juniper tree caught his eye.

The closer he drew, the item took shape—two distinctive shapes. He his brakes, put the truck in park, and cut the engine.

Adam almost smiled at the thought of Cass resorting to flashing her underwear. But his amusement lasted only a second because he realized things must be grim if she’d signaled for help.

He picked up his radio from the seat beside him and called in his location before stepping out of his vehicle making his way to the cliff’s edge to peer over the side.

His heart skipped a beat when he spotted the top of a blonde head, hair pulled into a tight ponytail. Cass sat on a narrow outcropping of rock with her back against the wall and her slim legs dangling in the air.

He drew a deep breath to calm his heart, then satisfied she wasn’t in any imminent danger, he scanned the eroded ledge, the last twenty or so feet of rock to the cliff’s edge, and the thick trunk of the tree clinging to that edge.

His boot crunched in grit as he leaned farther over the rim, sending a spray of pea-sized gravel downward. “Watch out, below,” he called.

Cass jerked her head back, and then turned her face upward. A scowl darkened her features. “Damn. Didn’t think my bad luck could get any worse.”

“Yeah, well I’m all you’ve got. Sit tight until I get back.”

“Like I’m going anywhere?”

Adam shook his head. The woman didn’t possess a lick o’ sense bitching with her rescuer. Hell, she had no business climbing on her own in the first place—or hopping into his brother’s arms.

He squelched that last thought. No use getting riled up again when he had work to do. If she fell, everyone would think he’d dropped her on purpose.

He backed his vehicle up to a spot directly above her position and grabbed a rope, tied it around his trailer hitch, and then fed the coil through his hand, grasping the prusik knot as he approached the edge again.

Bracing his feet against an exposed root of the juniper tree, he wound the rope around the trunk then lowered the end toward her.

Cass reached up for the rope he dangled above her. “Give me some more.”

Adam gave her another few inches, but as she raised her hand to grab it, he pulled it up just out of reach.

Her head tilted until her green gaze met his.

Adam felt a fierce satisfaction that he had her undivided attention.

Her slender brows drew together in a frown. Her lips pouted. “This is not the time to play games with me, Adam. Get me off this goddamn ledge.”

“I’d think a woman in your position would be grateful for a little help, not cussin’ at it.”

Thunder clapped from the southern rim of the canyon drawing both their gazes.

“We don’t have time for this,” Cass called out. “Send down that rope.”

She was right, but something twisted inside Adam. Seeing her so vulnerable sent an edgy thrill through his body. “Say you’re sorry, first.”

Her head tilted again. This time confusion and maybe a hint of regret darkened her gaze. “For what? Getting stuck here? Am I inconveniencing you?”

“Wrong response.”

She faced the canyon again, and her shoulders slumped. “You didn’t want to hear any excuses last night. Why should I think you want to hear an apology from me now?”

“Maybe I’m just curious to see if you know how.”

The wind whipped up, tearing at the brim of his hat. They really didn’t have time for this.

“I’m sorry,” she called out, her tone defiant. “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, but I’m not feeling it.”

“Look, get me off this rock. Then take your pound of flesh.”

“Any way I want it?”

There was a long pause, and she peered up again, her scowl screwing up her features. “Any way you want it,” she gritted out.

Adam felt a grim smile stretch his lips. Too bad he didn’t have any intention of acting on her promise. Taking out his anger on her body would make for a sweet revenge.

He dropped the coiled rope again, letting the end dangle in front of her, then fed her more as she tugged it down to attach to her harness. “You’re going to have to climb, but I’ll take up the slack.”

He backed away from the cliff’s edge and grasped the rope in front of the tree. Then he pulled until he felt tension on the line, taking up the slack as Cass made her way slowly up the side, not letting up until she hauled herself over the edge and collapsed face first in the mud.

Adam dropped the rope and strode over to her, leaning down to hold out his hand. Her head raised, mud on her chin and one cheek, her gaze going to his face then dropping to his hand.

She wiped her own against her shorts, and then slid her fingers along his palm, accepting his tug as he hauled her to her feet.

They stood chest-to-chest, and then she wobbled. Adam clutched her waist and drew her closer, widening his stance so he could feel her taut belly press against his groin.

His cock stirred, something he couldn’t hide when there wasn’t an inch of space between them.

Just as she couldn’t hide the twin points stabbing at his chest.

Her head bowed, but slowly her hands glided up his arms to clutch his shoulders. “This going to be your pound?” she asked, her voice softly muffled.

“I’m still thinking on what I want in trade,” he said, forcing his to remain even, his tone cold.

She lifted her head, her chin tilting upward in defiance. “What if I don’t like what you come up with? I agreed to your bargain under duress. It doesn’t count.”

Adam narrowed his gaze. “We’re a long way from civilization. Not too smart, saying things like that to me when I’m still mad as hell.”

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Guest Blogger: Rachel Kramer Bussel

Why Hotel Sex Is Hot

I love hotels, and I love hotel sex! That’s why I edited Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories and the new anthology Suite Encounters: Hotel Sex Stories. To me one of the greatest things about a hotel is one of the most obvious: it’s not your home. Probably you’ve never been there before. There are all sorts of things to explore and examine and indulge in. I took a staycation with my boyfriend earlier this year at the Gansevoort Park Hotel, and it was fabulous because we ate dinner at the delicious restaurant Asellina downstairs and never even had to go outside. The bathtub made me want to move into it, it was so deep and luxurious. But I don’t think you have to stay at a fancy hotel to partake of good hotel sex (and that includes solo sex). Just the mere act of getting away can shake you up, just like how I sometimes go to a new location to write for a change of scenery. Those two things collided when I was in Milwaukee for business and stayed at the beautiful Intercontinental (if you are ever in Milwaukee, I highly recommend it!). I wound up eating dinner at the hotel bar and a sleazy guy started hitting on me, with the genius line, “You must be very smart” because I was, wait for it…reading a book (a galley of love and cooking memoir Apron Anxiety by Alyssa Shelasky, which I also recommend). He was a loser and made me wish I’d opted for room service, but I wound up turning that incident into the basis for a story!

I regularly schedule hotel dates because even when you don’t have time to travel, they are a way to get away from it all. The last hotel I stayed at was The Benjamin, and I made sure to take advantage of their pillow menu, though I couldn’t help laughing hysterically when I got to the “snore no more” pillow. One tip that I could have used: if you bring sex toys with you, make sure they’re all present and accounted for before you leave. I wound up leaving my riding crop there and was too embarrassed to call and ask if they had it!

In Suite Encounters: Hotel Sex Stories, my new anthology out this month, there are sex workers, staycations, a mermaid, a murder mystery weekend, bondage (at the holiday inn!) and much more. I think Suite Encounters, like its predecessor Do Not Disturb, showcases a range of the ways people use hotels to get off. My story, “Special Request,” is one of the more outrageous, less realistic stories in the book. It’s an over-the-top fantasy inspired by a stay at the Westin in Los Angeles where they would have brought a treadmill or exercise bike to my room, and seemed to imply they could get a customer anything their heart desired. In my story, that actually happens. Here’s a snippet:

“So I booked this room because I’d heard from a friend that you will do anything to fulfill your clients’ wishes. I’ve been unable to find anyone who could meet my exact specifications, but you look like you’ll know where to find what I need. And my wish is for, well, an orgy. Tomorrow night. I want a room full of hot men and women to pleasure me and each other. Not professionals, just regular sexy people looking to have a good time. And I want you to join us. That’s a must. As a guest, off the clock. Confidentially of course—I must make sure not a word of this gets out,” Claudine finished with a Cheshire cat–like smile.

I’d just finished telling her I could get her anything she wanted, so I couldn’t refuse—not if I wanted to keep my job, not to mention my pride. Instead, I just stared at her, agog. I’d brought in ladies of the night, fetish specialists, pro subs and dominatrices. I’d had people ask me to personally pour them baths full of champagne, and I’d even sipped a little as a recent Oscar winner had extended his gorgeous body into his suite’s sumptuous tub while I’d popped cork after cork until he was fully submerged. He’d asked me to join him and while I was very, very tempted, I declined save for the luxury of pouring the chilled bubbly over his shoulders, then splashing the last few drops onto his face and indulging in one of the hottest kisses of my life. I was pretty sure he had a cell phone full of numbers of women who’d be more than willing to slip into his tub, so I’d left him to them.

I did, in fact, have the numbers of plenty of escorts and dominatrices handy, friends who specialized in high-end clients who I trusted implicitly for their discretion and ability to do their job well. But Claudine wanted real people, not professionals—except for, well, me. She wanted people who weren’t acting like they wanted to share her bed, but who would be overjoyed to worship her leopard-print heels, not to mention the rest of her. I could tell that she wasn’t so much a voyeur or exhibitionist as used to being the centerpiece of any encounter, erotic or otherwise; she’d never be so crass as to say “gang bang” but she wasn’t going to be satisfied unless all those hands and mouths were focused on her at some point in the night. I wasn’t sure if I was doing my job or relegating my duties when an image of Claudine with men nibbling on her toes and a woman buried between her legs flashed in my mind.

“Now, if we understand each other, I’m going to slip into a bath. I need to soak my feet.” Claudine smiled at me, her glistening red lips curving upward, her brown eyes dancing over my surprised face. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the bed, then casually reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting her large, clearly natural breasts hang heavily against her, before pausing to finish her instructions.

“I’d love a couple, and maybe some college kids, a girl with some tattoos, a man with a huge cock. A boy I can tie up. With you as my dessert,” Claudine added with a laugh before stepping toward me, placing her hand at the back of my head, and giving me a full, passionate kiss, as if that were something she were used to doing with her minions. Her mouth tasted minty and sweet, and her tongue was as possessive as the rest of her. It was the kind of kiss I was used to from men, not women. Her breasts pressed against me, begging me touch them. I was still in shock, but my pussy clearly wasn’t, because it responded to her touch, to her tongue darting against mine. She pulled away, then slithered out of her jeans and panties, before waving good-bye and sliding into the bathroom, where the sound of rushing water greeted me. I rubbed at my lips, hoping to remove the lipstick as quickly as I could.

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You can read my introduction and watch the sexy trailer I filmed for Do Not Disturb at a New York City hotel at http://hoteleroticabook.com/. Also, if you order Suite Encounters (or pre-order the ebook) by May 15th from any source, you’re eligible to enter my contest to win a $250 Four Seasons gift card and enjoy a hotel stay of your own! Details at http://lustylady.blogspot.com/2012/04/contest-win-250-four-seasons-gift-card.html

A Quick Fly-By

I’m heading deep into the Ozark Mountains tomorrow for a writer’s retreat. I have tons to get off my desk today. So this will be quick!

First, yesterday’s winner of Ily Goyanes’s POWER PLAYS is Robyn Evans! Woot! Robyn, be sure to email Ily at ily.goyanes@ampersandeditions.com!

Also while I’m gone, I’ll have blogs pre-posted, so be sure to stop in. Remember, you still have plenty of opportunities to win that pretty pendant I’ll give away next Tuesday! I’ll have Wi-Fi at the lodge, so I can stay in touch. No problems there. I hope. I live in the boonies and satellite connection is often iffy here. This will be deep in the piney woods…

I’m almost at the end of the next Delta Heat book. Want to know the title? I don’t think I’ve shared it here. Well, it’s Fournicopia. Does that give you a hint of the delights inside this story? Yeah, you got it. Those of you who have heard me griping about the fact the story’s all sex know now that it’s living up (or is it down?) to its title.

Guest Blogger: Ily Goyanes (Contest)

Details of the giveaway are listed at the bottom of this post! Enjoy!~DD

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Before I start talking about sex, I’d like to thank Delilah for having me as a guest. I am proud (ecstatic, giddy even) to have her story, “Playing the Field,” as part of the lineup for my editorial debut, Girls Who Score: Hot Lesbian Erotica.

And now…let’s talk about sex, baby…

I always tell my friends (or strangers who have the gumption to ask about my sexuality) that I have a straight man, a lesbian, two bisexuals, a heterosexual chick, and a gay dude all living inside me—and they all get equal amounts of playtime.

My writing is proof that art imitates life. Even in the most fantastical stories, there are nuggets of truth about the writer. My stories include all of the aforementioned sexual orientations. Sometimes they include sweet, romantic and silly sex. Sometimes bondage, spanking and humiliation. Role play, cuckolding, strap-on play, exhibitionism, threesomes—almost everything is fair game—because in my bedroom it is (or has been in the past). If I’ve written about it, you can pretty much bet I’ve done it or had it done to me.

My sexual eccentricities are probably best captured in Power Plays, my latest release. It’s a ‘thrillogy’ – a collection of three stories. And although these particular stories all include some type of power exchange, they capture my unconventional sexual appetite pretty accurately.

There are two couples, a threesome, a one night stand with potential, some girl on girl action, some man on man mingling, a threesome, a spanking party, bondage, and oh so much more. All of this in three stories? Yes—because that’s how I roll in my everyday life.

I like authenticity in erotica –whether it’s steampunk, fantasy, paranormal, or contemporary—the characters should be people that you can imagine meeting in real life. The dialogue should ring true—as should the motivations and desires of the characters. I don’t care if the MC is a vampire or a nymph—their personality should be real.

And so, maybe I’m divulging a bit too much (I tend to be too honest), but Power Plays best represents me in that it encapsulates the party that is my pants.

This is an excerpt from “Fun & Games,” one of the stories in Power Plays. I hope you like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The leather belt lands on my bare ass with a loud smacking sound. I bite down hard on the towel for a second, preparing for the next blow. Twenty, thirty, hell, even forty or fifty blows could connect with my flesh without arousing the slightest reaction from me, but this is a spanking party and my ass is a rental. You know how people treat rentals, right? Let’s just say my ass had already been ridden for way over two hundred miles.

I had lost count of the spankings around that number and I know that was at least ninety minutes ago. My ass is costing the host two hundred and fifty dollars an hour of which I got to keep two hundred. My agent/manager/boyfriend keeps the remaining fifty.

Jacob just invests the money right back into my career, so he isn’t really making any money off of my talent. What with marketing and advertising, membership fees for several professional agencies and the almost thousand dollars or so a month that I spend on my hair, nails, facials, waxing and teeth whitening, I was very glad that he had kept his day job as a high-priced criminal attorney.

We don’t need the money—that’s the thing. I was bent over a wooden stool in some real estate agent’s kitchen having my ass beaten by a roster of about twenty or so guys, just for shits and giggles.

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When I get home, by limo mind you—that’s part of the deal—Jacob is in bed with an open book on his lap and an open bottle of red wine on the night stand. He looks up and over his reading glasses and smiles, his dark green eyes shining. I take in his lean, muscular, shirtless body and squeeze my legs together.

“Hi honey,” he says, his deep voice causing a shiver to travel hurriedly down my spine–all the way to my cherry red ass. He casually runs his hands through his chestnut colored hair as if I had just gotten home from picking up some milk and bread from the grocery store.

I crawl into to the bed next to him; take the book out of his lap, and rest my head on his crotch. “Hi baby,” I purr, snuggling up against him and inhaling his soapy scent.

I feel his long, lean fingers running through my hair and I shut my eyes, enjoying the moment. Jacob knows I need about two minutes of quiet whenever I get home from being rented out. Just one hundred and twenty seconds of silence to bask in the liberating feeling of having been someone’s ‘entertainment.’

I think about all the men who had waited in line just to have a turn with me. I remember all the men who had offered me money—a lot of it—to take the action a little further, raise the stakes a little higher, to let them fuck me.

I can feel my pussy contracting and I know I am soaked. My pussy has been aching for attention since the first blow landed on my ass about three hours ago. I need to fuck.

Jacob senses the shift in my mood and lifts my head, arranging our bodies so that we are lying next to each other, the length of our bodies parallel, our faces almost touching. I close my eyes again and breathe him in.

“Minty fresh,” I whisper into his ear, undoing my corset and pulling it off my dulce de leche colored shoulders.

Jacob just nods and reaches down with his powerful hands to my black panties, which he then pulls down over my wide hips, finally removing them completely.

“Are you wet?” he asks in a low voice, eager to hear about my adventure, excited to listen to tales of other men, many men, disciplining his girl.

I feel his cock against my thigh and it is solid. All nine glorious inches are poking into my pliant flesh. For a second it occurs to me that Jacob’s magnificent cock is also his microphone, a listening device ready and able to record my performance.

He sees my smile and searches my dark brown eyes. “What’s so funny, linda?” he asks.

I love when he speaks in my native tongue. His endearing, more-American-than-apple-pie accent makes the familiar words sound fresh to me.

“Nada,” I reply and kiss his neck, tracing that one sweet vein with my tongue, knowing that I have his undivided attention.

His body trembles as if he just saw a ghost—or came—or tasted the most delicious ice cream in the universe. I reach down and cup his heavy nuts, rolling them gently in my hand, massaging and caressing the most quintessential feature of my boyfriend’s masculinity.

He groans softly, reaching for my breasts, grabbing them, kneading them in his large hands. A moan escapes my pouty, painted red lips and I tug sharply—just once—on his balls.

He shivers. “Did you like it?” he asks, his voice thick, and I can already tell that he is right there with me, heady, lost, gone.

“Yes,” I breathe into his ear, wrapping my hand around his fat prick and stroking it ever-so-slowly. “There were over twenty of them. Real estate broker-bank manager types, in chinos and polos. They started out with their hands, but that only lasted for a short while before one of them took off his belt.”

I watch Jacob’s face closely. This part turns us on so much. His eyes are closed as he pictures me bent over, my ass exposed for all those horny men, men who would never, could never, touch me the way that my man does.

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I’d love to give away a free copy of Power Plays to one of Delilah’s readers. Leave a comment and a winner will be chosen randomly.

Power Plays on Amazon 

A bit of a wander, then a question…

Psst! Don’t forget about The Glass Art Pendant Contest! Follow the link for details!

It ends next Tuesday!

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Elle is in Chicago, I think, but I’ll send her a message to see how she wants to select her winner. When I know, I’ll post the name at the top of yesterday’s blog. So check back!

Lord, I’m tired. I’ve been writing like a demoness. You’ve seen the list of books and shorts I have to produce. Right now, I’m working on a sequel to the first Delta Heat story. I hope to wrap it up by Thursday, because on Friday, I’m heading to the woods with my Diamond sisters. We’re having a writers’ retreat. There will be a dozen of us camped out in a lodge with a designated timekeeper urging us to write in two-hour blocks. Sound like fun? It is for me. I know. A little strange, right?

The best part is that my sister will be there. We have some co-written projects we have to hash through. Books we wrote a while back but got too busy to deal with. We’re going to revise them and let Samhain figure out what to do with them. They’re sexy romantic comedy. Texas tycoons, hapless heroines. Can’t wait for you to see. We still giggle over some of the scenes, so there’s magic in there. However, the gems need some major polish!

My daughter called me last night, asking if I was mad at her. Why haven’t I been over? Why don’t I talk to her as much as I used to? Of course, now I feel major guilt. She knows my schedule is insane, but she can’t help feeling a little neglected. Never mind that I swim in the pool with her and the kids at least once a day (she lives right across the street). I’m going to try my best to wrap things up early today so I can have dinner with her and the fam. Ain’t it grand bein’ loved?

Enough of my life now. Let’s talk about yours.

Do you have kids, siblings, parents whom you’ve neglected because you’re busy? What are you planning to do to fix that?

Guest Blogger: Elle James (Contest)

NEW YORK CITY..GOTTA LOVE IT!

I love visiting New York City. Last year the Romance Writers of America conference was held so close to Times Square I could see it out my window…all.night.long…. When they say it is the city that never sleeps, they are right! All night long, lights shine, people come and go and taxis honk.

I love it! As a writer, I live in my own little office, barely socializing with anyone until I come out of my cave for conference. So what a difference to go to New York City.

The city is so rich in culture, a variety of people and interesting places that stories abound. I returned home with the challenge to write a proposal for a paranormal story for Nocturne Cravings. Immediately, I knew I had to set the story in New York City. I wanted a kick-ass heroine and a sexy-as-hell demon hero. Having just walked through the streets, down some back alleys and through the shadows of skyscrapers of Manhattan, I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather write about. Thankfully, Harlequin bought my story idea and this month HOT DEMON NIGHTS released. ~EJ

 

 

!!!PRIZE ALERT!!! – I’ll give away a download of Elle James’s HAUNTED to one lucky commenter. So leave a comment on this post for your chance to win!

 

 

HOT DEMON NIGHTS

Rookie cop Katya Danske didn’t ask to become a member of Manhattan’s Paranormal Investigative Team or to be partnered with a sexy-as-hell demon. Then a zombie literally drops into her lap and she’s recruited to help Blaise Michaels battle an impending zombie outbreak.

Blaise is as exasperating as he is arousing, but while Katya’s head tells her she should keep her distance, her body wants something else entirely. Forced to work closely together, their investigation takes them into the darkest shadows of the Manhattan underworld and makes their attraction impossible to deny. But with the zombie threat rising, their hot nights together may be their last…

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Sunday Report Card

A Winner!

First, let’s take care of yesterday’s business. The random number generator chose commenter #3…Shannon! Shannon, congratulations! Be sure to email me to let me know where you want that free download of A Four-Gone Conclusion sent! I just love making someone’s day start just right!

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The Glass Art Pendant Contest

Don’t forget! The Glass Art Pendant Contest doesn’t end until May 15th. Every post between now and then counts as a new entry! Click on the link for details. It’s pretty, wearable art—and all it costs you is bein’ friendly!

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Sunday Report Card

This week was pretty much full steam ahead. As I mentioned a week or so ago, I have to finish 12 projects I’ve committed to writing by January 2, 2013. Well, oops! There are really 14 projects!

In that list are:

4 full-length novels (2 paranormal suspense, 2 BDSM)

3 novellas (1 Delta Heat, 1 Lone Star Lover, 1 TBD)

3 short stories

2 anthologies I have to edit (Wild at Heart, Smokin’ Hot Firemen)

1 novel to extensively edit & expand (it’s a secret!)

1 novella to extensively edit and publish

Where am I now? On Monday, I finished the edits my editor asked for on the first short story and shipped it. Count one short story done! (Throws confetti!) And I am a little more than midway through the first novella.

This next week I hope to wrap that one up, get my notes for the first full-length novel complete, and work on that novel that has to be extensively expanded. Plus, come next Friday, I’ll be joining my sisters from the Diamond State Romance Authors in a 3-day writers’ retreat!

I need those pom-poms swishin’! Go, Delilah! Go, Delilah! Go! :)

Hope you all have a wonderful week!

Snippet Saturday: It’s Rainin’ Men!

On May 29th, the conclusion to the Logan brothers’ two-fer in the Lone Star Lovers series releases! Two Wild for Teacher is ready for pre-order now! In the meantime, get to know the Logan boys and see how well they work together…

“A FOUR-GONE CONCLUSION is a prime example on how a novella should be written; fast and fun, touching characters that pull you in and a story that is completely fulfilling.” ~4.5 Cherries, Long and Short Reviews

One devilish night…or a chance at heaven?

Sam Logan’s foster sons have a bad rep in Two Mule, Texas. Most of it earned. When it becomes clear they don’t plan on giving up scootin’ after ever pretty pair of boots in town anytime soon, he issues the one thing he knows they can’t resist: a challenge. Find a wife.

The oldest, Johnny, is actually grateful. He’s had his eye on Mean Ellie Harker for a long time, and Sam’s challenge is the kick in the pants he needed to ask her out. Except before he can make his move, his brothers kidnap her right out from under his nose. Now, instead of being one question away from victory, he has to compete for the woman of his dreams.

Ellie thought she’d be a dried up old spinster before Johnny finally untangled his tongue long enough to ask for a date. But instead of teaching him better uses for that tongue, his brothers have whisked her away to the ranch. At first she’s furious…then intrigued when she starts to wonder what it might be like…

Warning: Four handsome cowboys. Four choices. Would it be a single sordid night or a chance at heaven as she savors every luscious inch of the Logan brothers?

Note for Readers:

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Johnny inhaled the sweet, apple scent of her as Ellie stepped into the room, a towel tucked under her armpits.

Her gaze went to the three near the bed, then swung, searching the room until she glanced slightly behind her and found him. He stared back, catching a look of panic in her wide eyes, but before he could react, she broke with his glance and turned toward the bed.

Her chest rose; a deep breath blew between her pursed lips. “Well, boys,” she said, her voice slightly husky, “you’re the experts. Someone gonna show me how this works?”

That her thoughts were so close to his own almost made him smile. She wasn’t as self-possessed as she’d like to pretend. The hand clenched at the closure of the towel betrayed her nervousness.

Johnny pushed away from the wall and walked up behind her, settling his hands gently on her shoulders.

She gave a little jerk then a short gusting laugh. “Guess I’m nervous,” she whispered.

He leaned toward her ear. “Me too.”

“I’m gonna make an ass of myself with an audience watching.”

“Not possible,” he muttered. Nuzzling through wet strands of hair, he kissed the side of her neck.

A delicate shiver slid over her warm, damp skin. “Killian promised to keep things from getting too out of hand,” she said, her breaths shallow.

His fingers tightened their hold, and he swallowed hard. “You have any bad moments, all you have to do is say uncle and we stop.”

“You’re all right with this?”

He didn’t answer. He wasn’t. Not really. But this wasn’t about him. He let his hands slide over her breasts, gently pushing away the fingers clutching the towel. Then he pulled the edges, opening it, exposing her to his brothers’ avid stares.

His glance left the view of her pretty pink nipples to give a warning to his brothers. But not a one offered a dirty comment.

The twins’ gazes raked her frame, their bodies tensing. For once, all humor erased from their expressions.

Killian’s eyes narrowed as he looked. He turned on the bed, dropping his legs over the edge, and stood. He strode toward her, his hands lifting when he was right in front of her to cup her face. He bent toward her and gave her a soft kiss then raised his head to look at Johnny. “This is about her.”

Johnny gave a sharp nod then stepped back, taking the towel.

The others had seen more of her than he had, but this view of her backside was just about perfect. Her frame was small, her waist deeply indented over pretty, flaring hips. Her buttocks were lush and round—heart-shaped, he thought, struggling to find words to catalog her attributes. Her legs weren’t all that long, but were firm and smooth—they’d be strong enough to ride a man’s hips when he went wild.

Killian lifted her hand and pulled her toward the bed.

Her buttocks jiggled a little with her stiff-legged gate, but she followed him, letting him lead her to the twins. When he dropped her hand, he stepped back, returning to take up a position next to Johnny as the twins moved in, sandwiching her between their naked chests.

She faced Mace. “Which one are you?”

The corners of Mace’s mouth kicked up.

Johnny cussed softly. She was about to have sex with the twins but couldn’t even tell them apart.

Jason’s hands slipped around her belly and moved up to cup her breasts. “Mace is the biggest idiot. Me not as much.”

“That’s true,” Killian murmured.

Johnny grunted, watching the way her nipples beaded as Jason toggled them with his thumbs.

Mace grabbed her hand and led it to the waistband of his jeans. “It’s all yours if you’ve got the guts.”

Ellie lifted her chin with a soft, feminine snort. She opened his pants then spread the sides open to reveal the tip of his cock. But then her hands smoothed around his body and sank beneath the waist to cup his buttocks.

Mace rose on his tiptoes and chuckled as she did whatever she was doing—caressing his butt? Her gaze never left his brother’s as she withdrew. Then she gripped the waistband and shoved the jeans down to his thighs.

Johnny tried to avoid staring at his brother’s dick, but her fingers wrapped right around it, gliding up and down his shaft.

Color seeped into her cheeks. Her mouth parted around a shaky breath.

“Any complaints?” Mace’s voice was silky and low.

Johnny’s own breath caught at her expression. This was the moment, he knew it, when she’d embrace the challenge or back away.

Her eyelids fluttered down then blinked rapidly. She tilted her chin and gave Mace’s cock another slow stroke. “No complaints,” she said, her tone smoky.

Jason chuckled behind her and dropped his hands. He shoved down his jeans and stepped on them as he freed his feet. Then he spun her to face him while his brother ditched his pants too.

Jason gripped her ass and raised her off her feet. Her legs dangled for a moment, then rose to hug his waist.

Johnny felt his whole body tighten at the intimacy of the embrace, jealous as never before because he hadn’t been the first to feel that grip.

Jason turned to the bed and climbed onto the mattress, carrying her with him to the center of the bed. When she released him, lowering her legs to rest on the mattress, her sex was open. Jason’s gaze dropped.

Johnny wished it was him looking there. He’d do a sight more than just stare.

“Jason,” she whispered, a knee rising and turning inward, but halted by his thigh.

“That’s right,” Jason said, combing his fingertips through the pale hair covering her mound. “But do you really want to be able to tell us apart?”

“Shouldn’t I?” White teeth bit into her bottom lip.

“Isn’t it more fun to guess?”

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Guest Blogger: Lauren Fraser

Thanks for having me as a guest, Delilah, I’m excited to be here. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Lauren Fraser and I write contemporary romance, generally my books tend to be on the hotter side so you’ve been warned.

I admit I enjoy reading and writing ménage type stories but there are times when a HEA for the group just doesn’t make sense, my latest book Rode Hard was one of those times.

When I was writing Rode Hard I spent a lot of time thinking about the various ways a couple can explore their fantasies. Part of the fun in creating a sexually adventurous couple is exploring limits; what works and what doesn’t work for each person and also examining any potential ramifications. I mean let’s be real when you throw extra people into the mix things can potentially get troublesome. And I love all the emotion and angst that can bring up. The whole falling in love process should be a little messy. *grin*

Giving Kat her fantasy made me curious about how many is too many? Being with three guys isn’t necessarily a typical fantasy or at least not one most people would admit to. So I’m wondering for you as a reader how many is too many? I think we probably all have a line that makes our eyes bug out and think holy crap there’s no way. LOL

I know for me as a reader, when I’m looking at multiple partner books I have to factor in the end result as well. At the end of the day was this a couple who explored a fantasy or are they all supposed to live happily ever after? Because I have to admit that changes things for me too.

So I’m curious for all you ménage fans out there. How many is too many for you?

 

Blurb

Six weeks surrounded by hot, rugged cowboys doesn’t sound like hard work at all. In fact, writer Kat McCray is going to enjoy this assignment. One look at sexy ranch owner Justin Shaw and she knows exactly how she plans to spend her downtime. In his bed.

Justin works hard and has the body to prove it. And he plays even harder—him and his two best friends. He’s more than happy to help Kat explore her darkest fantasies…especially the ones that involve all four of them.

Kat’s walk on the wild side is only temporary—Arizona is a lifetime away from her real life in New York. But she can’t deny she’s starting to fall for Justin. He’s sexy as hell and sweet as sin. And their sexual experiences with his two friends are nothing short of scorching. That doesn’t change the fact she’s going home at the end of her stay. Unless she can somehow turn this fantasy into reality.

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A Sneak Peek at TWO WILD FOR TEACHER

On May 29th, the next Lone Star Lovers book releases! This will be the conclusion of the Logan brothers’ story. And I think by now you know what to expect: sexy rascals, naughty sex and enough emotion to tug at your heart and make you smile. Here’s a snippet…

Two bad boy cowboys need a little tutoring to learn how to love…

Fathers know to keep their daughters close whenever Sam Logan’s twin sons come to town. Those two hell-raisers have a bad rep in Two Mule, Texas. All of it earned. When it becomes clear his youngest sons won’t settle down without another nudge, Sam reissues his challenge. Find a wife…

There’s only been one woman who could hold their attention for more than one night, but she’s been out of reach. Their former teacher’s a little too worried about a pesky morals clause to let them close. But they’re older now and ready to prove to her that sometimes rules are meant to be broken…

Molly Pritchet thinks her path is predetermined: to always be a child’s teacher, never a mother or a wife. Until the two boys who tempted her way back when crash back into her life. Overwhelmed by yearnings she’s long suppressed, she’s swept along on a tide of forbidden desires.

Warning: Hot-as-sin twins romance their former high school teacher. Things are bound to get down and dirty quick as two bad boys tag team to sweep one curvy, sexy woman off her feet.

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Molly has just finished a cold shower and is now searching for her vibrator in the back of her bedroom closet…

When she was on her tiptoes atop the cushioned seat, reaching to the farthest corner, she heard a sound coming from her backyard. A metallic chink, then a soft masculine curse.

Curious, she leaned back and tugged her lace curtains to open them just a couple inches and peered down through the branches of the mimosa tree, into her yard. The sight that greeted her caused her breath to hitch.

The twins stood in her backyard, in the center of the area she’d neatly staked and tied with twine to define the place she intended to put her koi pond. And they’d made a mess. Clumps of turf lay beside the big hole they’d dug. Water ran freely from a hose into the middle of a muddy pit. The black pool liner she’d bought and left leaning against the garage had been dragged beside the hole.

Anger flushed another kind of heat through her veins, and she climbed off the stool, hurried to the bathroom for her robe, and then she was stomping down her stairs to the sliding glass door, which she slammed open with all her righteous anger.

Two begrimed faces turned her way. Before she let herself think better of her plan, she was standing in front of them with her sheer bathrobe flapping in a breeze and staring at two broad, naked muddy chests. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked, trying to temper her voice, because she didn’t want neighbors hearing her screeching like a banshee.

Mace’s gaze raked over her body. “Wishin’ I had x-ray vision,” he drawled.

Molly scowled and clutched the lapels of her robe in one hand. “I’m talking about this!” she said, waving her other hand at the rapidly filling hole.

Mace shrugged. “Dirt was too hard. And since we couldn’t find a pick or a backhoe in your garage—”

“You think I’d have a backhoe?”

“Or a pick…”

“You were rummaging through my garage?” she said, her voice raising.

“It wasn’t locked.”

She rolled her eyes. “Why are you digging up my yard?”

“We saw the stakes, found the pool that fits the space you marked off…” He shrugged again, a little smile tilting up the corners of his mouth as he gave her body another sly once-over.

She hoped like hell the bright sunshine wasn’t giving him that x-ray vision. “I don’t need your help. And now I have a huge mess—”

Jason cleared his throat, pulling her attention to a sharp, crystal gaze alight with amusement. “It only looks like a mess ’cause of the mud. But actually, we have more dug here than you can see.”

Molly gaped at both men, covered in sweat and dirt, but somehow still looking more attractive than she could stand. She felt moisture pool beneath her feet and glanced down at the hose still gurgling water into the pit they’d dug. Before she could suppress the urge, she bent and picked it up, pressed her thumb over the end to increase the pressure and aimed it at Jason, spraying him with water.

His eyes closed and he stood in the stream, water running off his face to his chest and soaking his jeans.

Mace erupted in laughter, but quickly shut up the moment she turned the hose on him. When he lifted a foot to climb out of the hole, he slipped and landed on his butt in the middle of the muddy pool.

Elation filled her and she laughed, still spraying. But Jason climbed on his hands and knees, over the edge, toward her. She dropped the hose and turned to make a run for it, but he caught the hem of her bathrobe, and jerked it toward him.

Her feet slipped beneath her and she began to fall backward…into a pair of strong arms which wrapped around her and carried her down to one side of the muddy pit, to soft, gooey ground—with those same arms buffeting the fall.

When she caught her breath, she was covered head to toe by one very wet, very amused man. Mud oozed between her toes and beneath the back of her robe, and both lapels had pulled apart. Although his body shielded her from view, nothing stood between their naked chests.

Jason leaned to one side and lifted one finger.

Her eyes nearly crossed watching it descend toward her face.

He pushed up her glasses. “Seems we got ourselves a situation here,” he drawled, settling on his elbows to take a little of his weight off her.

She opened her mouth to demand he move, but then Mace sauntered into view to take up a position leaning against her back porch to watch the couple in the muddy hole. If Jason did move, both men would have an unencumbered view of her torso.

Molly became aware of every sensation: the heavy chest pressing against her stiff nipples, the jut of his jeans-enclosed sex against her mound. She swallowed hard. “Seems we do. I…apologize for acting like a crazy woman.”

Jason grunted and his chest jerked against hers. “You’re not sorry.”

Knowing she was at a distinct disadvantage, she nevertheless lifted her chin. “It’s just plain rude to disagree with me. I’m trying to handle this delicately.”

“Only handlin’ to be done will be done by me—and Mace here, if you ask real pretty.”