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Favorite Fantasy Threesome

Today, I'll be on the road again. Yeah, when am I supposed to write? I'm headed to the big city of Hot Springs, Arkansas to see a lawyer about a will. My will. Not that I plan to kick the bucket any time soon, but I don't want to leave my affairs in a mess. I'll make it simple for my family.

I hope you all are taking advantage of the free book offer (see yesterday's blog for details). If you've downloaded the book and enjoyed it, I'd love for you to "like" and "tag" it, and if you have time, please post a review. Not really that much to ask in return, is it?

So today's question is purely for fun. Take a leap of imagination. If you had the nerve, the perfect bod, all the planets aligned and you had the opportunity to choose two characters or celebrities that you'd like to have a threesome with, who would you choose?

Here are mine. I expect it would be rough and tumble, a lot of jockeying between these two super heroes for who'd be in charge, but in my fantasy, I'd be the winner. Is it any wonder that Thor and Xena are in my writer's toybox?

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Revisiting ALL KNIGHT LONG

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I'm driving to Dallas and back, today—a nine hour round trip. I'll be sure to take my Smart Phone along to check the posts! Enjoy the excerpt, and remember that tomorrow, the first book in this series, All Hallows Heartbreaker will be free!

"Author Delilah Devlin's My Immortal Knight series is a wonderful group of books that'll keep the readers anxiously intrigued through out all the series."

In The Library Reviews

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5 Angels, Fallen Angel Reviews

"Vampires, werewolves, and babies — oh, my! ALL KNIGHT LONG is a sensual and thrilling ride into the world of the paranormal."

Romance Review Today

A member of an elite police unit sworn to hunt vampires, Joe Garcia's life is turned upside down when he's transformed into one. On a quest for a cure, his search brings him to New Orleans in a last ditch effort to recover his humanity.

Professor Lily Carlson, a renowned expert in vampire lore, has a "condition" of her own. Her sexual libido has been in hyper-drive for months. Her only defense is to hide behind her glasses and tweed suits and stay as far away from men as possible. However, she's thrilled to discover vampires really do exist when Joe shows up on her balcony.

Although Joe deflects her attempts to make him a case study and confirm a few vampire statistics, he is drawn by her powerful allure. When werewolves join the chase and track her through New Orleans, Joe's cop instincts tell him there's a mystery to solve. Intent on protecting her, he must seek help from the last vampire on Earth he wants to ask. While his hopes for deliverance from his fate dwindle, Lily's life is forever altered by an unexpected "inheritance".

It had taken Joe half an hour and a quarter pint of blood to find her apartment in the long, white two-story stucco building in the center of the French Quarter. The super led him straight to the door, then walked off, his eyes glazed under the influence of Joe's suggestion he give his wife a tumble.

It took another half an hour to feed from the man who lived in the apartment next to the professor's until he slept, just so Joe could climb out on his ironwork balcony and make the leap to hers.

Finally, he stood hidden in the shadows while he watched her through lacy curtains, her French doors opened to the sultry night air. With only light from the streetlamp outside to chase away the darkness, Joe could discern every detail of her bedroom. She lay not five feet from him atop pale pink sheets. Naked. Her knees bent, her creamy thighs splayed. So close he could smell her ripening scent.

She was pleasuring herself.



Joe's cock stirred and unfurled, lengthening by the second as he watched her.

A fan pulsed from the ceiling above her, lifting the gold-brown hair curving over her breasts to tangle with the fingers tugging at her nipples. When her hands moved down her rounded belly, his gaze clung hungrily to the turgid points surrounded by their pale rose circles. His mouth watered, imagining the velvet-soft flesh surrendering to his kisses. Succulent morsels yielding the sweetest gift—her blood from the heart of her femininity.

She truly sealed her fate when one hand glided past the fur at her mons to cup her sex. Joe's cock pressed insistently against his jeans, tightening when her fingers stroked between her outer labia to caress the thin folds within. Moisture glistened as she rubbed it over her lips, long sliding strokes that dipped inside and swirled outward.

Then her other hand entered the play, and her fingers parted the swollen labia, pulling them back to expose her engorged clitoris. She touched the shiny nub once and shivered as though the spot were too sensitive, and then her fingers glided away.

She circled the mouth of her vagina, dipping her fingertips into the well and spreading her juice. Liquid seeped to coat her hand, and she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the tips clean. Soft appreciative groans broke from her throat.

Joe sweated. He'd never seen a woman enjoy her own essence like this one. His body was gripped with the need to shove his cock deep inside her cream-filled channel.

Instead, he braced an arm against the window casing and his other hand went to the hard bulge at the front of his jeans. Desperate to take the edge off his need, he flicked open the button on his waistband and eased the zipper down, shoving his briefs beneath his balls, enjoying the way the elastic constricted. His hot flesh escaped its prison, filling his hand. He encircled his shaft and stroked it, letting urgency fill his loins as he watched her.

Her hand slid beneath her pillow and pulled out a long, flesh-tone object that she caressed like a man's cock. She sucked the head of the dildo, wetting it with her spit, closing her eyes. Did she imagine a man shafting into her mouth?

Joe did. His cock pulsed and a pearl of pre-cum beaded at the tiny opening atop the crown of his sex. He rubbed the moisture around the tip with his thumb.

She fingered the base of her symmetrical shaft and it hummed, just like his body, triggered by her sexy moan at the first touch of her vibrator to the tips of her breasts. Her mouth opened in a gasp.

Joe's breath drew in sharply, imagining her taking his cock into her mouth. He squeezed himself, gliding the skin stretched tight as a rubber band over his cock, back and forth, faster.

She circled the dildo on one tit while her free hand massaged the other, the nipple winking between her fingertips. Then she placed it between her generous breasts and squeezed them around the dildo as her body writhed on the bed, her hips lifting, pulsing in the air.

Joe's hips answered, pushing his cock through his clenched fist, faster now, building heat and friction. He dropped spit onto his shaft and worked it with his fist, gliding easily, imagining the woman's undulating body convulsing along his cock.

Abruptly, the woman rolled onto her stomach and came to her knees, planting them wide apart on the bed, letting her chest fall to the mattress. Reaching between her legs, she spread her lips and coaxed the vibrator into her pussy, working it inside her, inch by inch, twisting it in her cream to lubricate its length and push deeper.

Joe's grip nearly strangled his cock. The sight of her pale cheeks quivering in the air, the dildo clutched in her fist pumping in and out, pushed him over the edge. He felt the pressure build in his balls.

Her chest rubbed on the sheets and her hips circled on her hand-held cock, until she cried out and shoved the dildo deep, cramming it inside as far as it could reach with the flat of her palm. She moaned and bucked, her soft whimpers carried on the air. When the pulsing of her hips stopped, she sobbed and fell to the blanket, turning to her back, her legs askew, her hair a tangled cloud on her pillow.

Looking at her quivering belly and the dildo that peeked from inside her body, Joe groaned and spent his seed in a hot stream on the floor of her balcony.

Too late, he realized he'd cried aloud.

Snippet Saturday: Club Scene (revisiting Relentless)

The winner of yesterday's ONE-DAY-ONLY CONTEST is Amy A! Amy, send me an email to let me know which email address you'd like me to send your free download of Love Bites!

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Continuing my journey down memory lane, this scene is from Book 4 of the My Immortal Knight series. Enjoy meeting Max, and be looking for All Hallows Heartbreaker, which will be offered for free come Monday!

"RELENTLESS has suspense, intrigue, and surprises that grab your attention and never let you go until the last page."

5 Stars, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

"A wickedly funny and passionate series, fans of paranormal erotic romance will enjoy RELENTLESS tremendously. Ms Devlin has done it again!"

Romance Reviews

"Her realistic writing of well-packaged vampires and werewolves leaves the reader thirsting for the forbidden and a driving need to be possessed within her erotically charged worlds."

5 Blue Ribbons, Romance Junkies

To supercop Max Weir, the only good vampire is a dead one. Since his special police unit integrated with vampires, he's had to suppress his natural hatred to work side-by-side with the undead to hunt down and terminate the deadliest killers. Now the unit is hot on the trail of a new menace in town, a pack of werewolves prowling for vampires, who don't care whether humans get in their way.

When a stakeout goes awry, Max enters a bar looking for a fight or a woman to help him blow off a little steam. What he finds is a winsome siren who has sexual appetites to match his own.

Vampire Pia D'Amato is on a secret mission to take out Max — either by seduction or by turning him. He's become a liability to the Masters' Council setting up jurisdiction in southern Florida, and she isn't leaving until she's done the job. But Max is more man than she bargained for and has a deadly secret of his own.

Max pushed through the door of the bar determined that tonight he'd either get shit-faced or fucked. Which, didn't matter. So long as he could blow off the steam that had been gathering a head since the botched mission hours before. The bar was a regular haunt—only a block from his house. If need be, he could crawl home. The smoky air, the loud grinding music, and the smell of stale beer appealed when he had an axe to grind.

The SU had swept the area for signs of the wolves that killed the vampires before turning on the humans in a mutilating frenzy. Their bloody paw prints led beyond the house to a gravel road where they'd disappeared. The pack had made their getaway in cars. This hadn't been a roaming band's target of opportunity, but a takedown.

The grim faces of the vampires telegraphed their worry. He hoped they were shaking in their boots. Not that the thought of a rogue wolf pack wasn't just as unsettling to Max.

But seeing the cocksure Quentin lose his perpetual smirk was gratifying. Dylan had been grim-faced and pale. Perhaps the bastard saw his own fate in the house.

However, Joe's silence had been the most telling. He hadn't looked the least bit surprised.

Max made his way through the tables ringing a small dance floor. The place was nearly empty, save for the men hovering near the bar for the night's last drinks. The tension in his shoulders knotted tighter. All it would take would be one smart-ass comment. He hungered for an excuse to drive his fist through something.

The crowd parted, and a flash of a slim white ankle snagged his attention. Every trace of anger, bitter regret, and frustration coalesced into a single, burning need.



The men blocking his view shifted, and the ankle drew his glance upward to a bare knee. The woman's legs parted, and one slid atop the other. Her foot sawed up and down, and a slender, functionless sandal dangled from the tips of her painted toes. God, he wanted to help her lose the shoes altogether.

He advanced toward the men standing between him and his goal. Their faces registered annoyance for only a moment before they stepped aside. The hard hunger that rode his belly must have turned his face into an implacable mask.

As he drew near, her shape was revealed one tantalizing curve at a time. Sweetly turned hips were clothed in a stretchy black skirt that ended at the top of her thighs—not a hint of underwear marred the smooth fit. Conveniently tied behind her neck, a miniscule top bared the gleaming, supple skin of her back and midriff—again, no sign of a bra. Her nipples puckered invitingly against the black fabric that barely contained the apple-like curves of her small breasts.

Finally, his gaze rose to her face. She could have been a whole lot less than appetizing, and he'd still have wanted her on the merits of that ride-able frame. But her face only made him more determined to have her.

Large, doe-like eyes, framed by thick lashes, blinked as she caught his stare. Her upper lip was a fraction fuller than the lower and inspired delicious, succulent fantasies. Her face was round, her jaw small, and a thumbprint dimple carved her chin into two delicious halves. His tongue itched to slide along that little notch.

As he reached the bar, he drew a deep breath, eager to catch the scent of her perfume. He wasn't disappointed. The woman smelled like sex. Hot, nasty, spicy sex.

His body hardened along with his intentions. With only a fleeting thought for how aggressive he might appear, he loomed over her, his gaze sweeping downward. When he glanced back up to her eyes, he schooled his expression into something shy of predatory. He didn't want to frighten her away before he'd even learned her name.

Instead of looking intimidated or frightened by his intensity, as so many women would have, she raised a single dark eyebrow. She didn't say a word, just returned his stare. Somehow, her bold action felt out of sync with the wariness lurking in her eyes.

Then he noticed the movement of her throat as she swallowed. Did he make her nervous?

Her expression betrayed no such fear. Part amusement and part calculation, it changed as her gaze dropped from his face to sweep down his chest and lower. Interest with only a hint of alarm flared her nostrils and tightened her jaw, causing her to open her mouth to take a deeper breath.

She had good reason to be wary. If she told him to back off, he'd be hard pressed to obey. Every male chromosome in his body screamed at his groin to take her.

His gaze never leaving hers, he took a deep, calming breath and forced himself to follow the ritual. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"I'm not thirsty." Her voice pleased him. Feminine, but not too dainty, with a hint of aged whiskey.

Undeterred, he nodded to the bartender hovering behind her. "Two draft beers."

Her brown eyes narrowed, but she remained silent.

He raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I'm just thirsty."

"Or impossibly arrogant," she muttered, just loud enough for him to hear.

He bit back a grin. "I haven't seen you here before," he said, and then cursed himself for using such a tired line.

"I'm new to the area," she said, sounding bored. Her foot sawed faster.

Great! They sounded like trained parrots. How could he think of conversation when all he wanted was to slide his hands around her naked back? "What's your name?"

"Pia."

Pia. Cute name, a little sassy like she was. Or rather, like he thought she might be if he could just figure out how to get her talking.

At least she hadn't tried to bolt. He leaned past her to reach for one of the beers the bartender laid behind her on the bar. He held it out.

Her hands remained in her lap, her expression defiant.

Well, hell! His luck wasn't running any better. He lifted the glass and gulped the foam.

She watched him, her eyes following the movement of his throat. Her tongue licked her full lower lip.

Before he gave it a thought, he handed her the same beer again.

Rather than pouring it on his shoes, her hands slid around the glass. Her gaze remained on the beer.

Satisfaction throbbed in his belly. She'd probably like an introduction before he asked her to go home with him. "Name's Max."

Her lips pressed together and then curved into a smile that stretched the full lower lip. The lady had a rather large mouth. It was perfect. "As in Maximus?"

The smile warmed him while giving him confidence he hadn't totally blown it. He shifted his feet and stepped closer, bringing her crossed legs between his. "Do you doubt it?" he asked, his voice low.

Her head tilted back, and a frown drew together her finely arched brows. "Do you think I'm impressed with your caveman tactics?"

His glance slid down to her breasts. Her headlights were erect little points that stabbed toward him. "Damn right," he said, hoping he hadn't read her body language wrong.

With a toss of her hair, she uncrossed her legs, her knee caressing the inside of his thigh. "Sorry about that," she murmured, although she didn't look sorry at all. She'd just checked him out.

His heart kicked into a slow, thrumming throb. The lady knew where this was leading. She'd accepted his beer.

The part of him that had tensed in pursuit relaxed. She could be his if he didn't overplay his cards. And he had a decision to make. Savor a slower rise to climax or take her hard and fast? "Dance with me."

She shook her head, which swept the ends of her curly brown hair across the tops of her bare shoulders. "I don't dance."

He reached for the beer she held in her lap and set it on the bar. His fingers closed around her slender wrist, and he tugged her up from the stool.

"What do you think you're doing?" She tottered on her heels for a moment, and her nipples brushed his chest. Her gaze, wide-eyed, set his heart thumping in a slower, heavier beat. He swept his arm around her waist and pulled her along to the dance floor. He needed her in his arms now.

They were the only couple on the small square of parquet-printed linoleum. Max didn't give her a chance to protest, he simply pressed his body to hers—chest to hip, and slid his leg between her thighs. The heavy, grinding rhythm of the rock music suited his mood just fine. He shifted on his feet from side to side, not so much a dance as foreplay. His body introducing itself to hers.

She stiffened inside the circle of his arms. "Do you ever pay attention to what a woman tells you?" she asked, her words clipped.

Encouraged she hadn't hauled off and slapped him yet, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Sweetheart, I was listening, but not to what your lips were saying."

Her head jerked back, and her gaze bored into his. "Perhaps you should."

The look halted him in his tracks. He'd pushed her too hard. "All right." Sighing his regret, he stepped away. "I'm sorry. I misread the situation."

But she didn't walk away as he expected. Instead, her head tilted to the side, and she studied his face for a long moment, her teeth worrying her lower lip.

He wiped his expression free of hunger, hoping for another chance.

Finally, she looked around the bar and shrugged. "Well, seeing as I'm here…"

He didn't wait for her to change her mind. He pulled her into his arms.

She nestled her face in the crook of his neck and groaned. "This is happening too fast."

Relaxing to savor the sensations, he chuckled and pulled her closer. "I know what you mean," he murmured. A dark, musky floral scent rose from her hair and skin, wrapped him in heat.

Her arms snuck up around his neck, and her small, firm breasts pressed against his chest.

Once again pretending to dance, he shifted her slightly to glide her nipples across his chest. They'd been erect before their bodies met—they were hardened little bullets now.

"Do you think you'll overcome every one of my objections as easily?" she asked, her breath gusting gently in his ear.

"I promise you won't have one when the time comes." He lifted his leg and rubbed his thigh against her crotch.

Her head fell back, and her chocolate eyes glinted with amusement. "Sure of yourself, aren't you?"

He was getting there. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I smell your arousal."

Her breath gasped, but she didn't pull away. A tremor shook her body. "Do you think you're just going to get a quick—"

Placing a finger over her lips to shut her up, he said, "Whoa, sweetheart." He nuzzled her cheek. "Nothing about this'll be quick. This is just the appetizer." He bent his neck and kissed her sleek shoulder.

Her head fell back exposing her creamy throat, inviting him to slide his lips along her throat—which he did.

"You sound like you're going to eat me," she said, half-laughing, half-moaning.

Max stiffened and spoke between tightened lips, "I will, if you ask me sweetly."

Again, she gasped, following with a burst of soft, strained laughter.

Not the outright "yes" he hoped for, but promising just the same. He wished he had a glib tongue so he could put her at ease, but his body was too insistent, too ready to pounce for him to think straight.

Every sense tuned to her. Her body draped languidly across his chest. Her legs slid along either side of his thigh, and he wondered if she wanted another rough caress. He decided to test her by rubbing his thigh against her femininity.

She moaned—a sexy sound that made his dick throb.

His hands glided over her back, then smoothed to her sides. With his thumbs, he caressed the edges of her breasts. She didn't stiffen in his arms. "Look at me," he said.

Her head tilted back. Her eyes were wide open.

He swept his thumbs beneath the fabric of her top and went straight for the ripe little berries at the center of her breasts.

Her gaze darted beyond his shoulder to the bar.

"They can't see a thing. It's too dark." He swooped down to capture her lips.

Sounding like a kitten, she whimpered, pressing hard against his thumbs. Her hands clutched his shoulders.

He raked her tongue with his, and then swept around her mouth to touch her teeth, the roof of her mouth, before he pulled away to drag air into his lungs. "Baby, I want a bed beneath your back for what I'm gonna do to you." No way could he be subtle or patient with this one. She has to want this as much as I do…

Again, her throat moved. "And if I can't wait?"

He stilled for a moment, and then muttered, "Christ!" His need crowded insistently against the placket of his jeans. With a quick glance around the bar for the nearest exit, he pulled her down a hallway and into the restroom.

Once inside, he locked the door. Then he turned and stalked her, backing her into the old-fashioned wooden stall. "You have to spell it out for me. Do you want me to stop?"

Her eyes rounded. "I don't know. I don't know you."

His jaw clamped tight. "I won't hurt you. Or at least I'll try not to."

Her tongue wet her lips. "Good enough," she whispered.

Max palmed her breast with one hand; his other hand glided up her bare thigh and pushed up her short skirt. He went straight to the scrap of nylon covering her sex. He tipped the lid of the toilet closed with the toe of his boot and sat.

The woman, Pia, wasted no time climbing onto his lap, her thighs straddling him. Her breasts were level with his mouth, and she pushed the hem of her cropped top up, exposing them.

Max took the hint and groaned, rooting with his lips until he held a burgeoning nipple between them.

She grasped the back of his head, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth. Her sex ground against the hard ridge of his cock, riding him, wriggling her hips so eagerly he thought he might spill his seed in his pants like a teenager.

He dragged his mouth from her breast. "Wait." He pushed her off his lap and stood, then placed his hands on the sides of her waist and lifted her high. "Hold onto the top of the stall, sweetheart."

Quickly catching his drift, she spread her arms wide across the top of the wooden stall and gripped the edge. He hefted her higher and stepped backward. She "lay", suspended from the top of the stall, her legs parted and draped over his shoulders. His face was poised at the opening of her legs.

He glanced up at her flushed face. "I did say I'd eat you, if you asked sweetly."

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Revisiting LOVE BITES (and winners announced!)

Two contests have ended. Tons of winners are listed here, but first, you have to read to the end—or at least, I hope you read to get to the end! ~DD

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If you've never read the My Immortal Knight series, Monday will be a great opportunity to dive in. Not sayin' why–okay, yes I will. All Hallows Heartbreaker, Book 1, will be offered for free—for two weeks only! Since the publisher would love to introduce you to the series and entice you to read the rest, covers for the first four books have been redone (yeah, I need to get them changed on this website ASAP), and…on March 23rd MIK-8, My Sweet Succubus, releases.

On Monday, I'll post an excerpt from All Hallows Heartbreaker, but for now, here's something to enjoy from Book 2, Love Bites.

"…congratulations to Ms. Devlin for creating a masterpiece. This story has all the elements that a Gold Star book has in it. The novel has intense suspense that was thrilling and delightful,…"

Gold Star Award, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

"… LOVE BITES is a delicious, emotional romp of a story, a tale that builds powerfully on the old, often-used love triangle and succeeds beautifully in creating something new and exciting."

Sensual Romance

On the trail of a serial killer, vampire Quentin Albermarle is mistaken for the killer by a police special task force. Once the smoke clears, Quentin finds himself in a delicious position-atop one of the unit's crack officers, Darcy Henry.

In need of Quentin's access to the vampire sub-culture, the task force leadership invites Quentin to join the crime unit as a special advisor, much to the chagrin of the men in the unit, and especially, of Darcy.

A no-nonsense cop with no time for romance, Darcy suddenly finds herself embroiled in a steamy love triangle between her mortal partner, Joe, and the handsome vampire. Going from abstinence to wantonness, she is unable to resist the two men's relentless seduction or her own sensual curiosity about a vampire's special "kiss".

When the real killer threatens the life of someone close to her, Darcy makes a choice that forever binds the three of them together.

Darcy entered her house quietly and set the bags she'd retrieved from Quentin's hotel room on the floor. He could carry them the rest of the way to his bedroom when he woke. His bedroom. Already, the house felt alien. Invaded. As soon as she'd deposited Quentin and Joe on her front doorstep earlier, she'd hotfooted it out of the house. Retrieving his things had only been an excuse to put some distance between the vamp and her raging hormones. Why him? Why did her body come alive at just the sight of him?

Sunshine poured into the large open space of her Florida room, and she grinned. Joe was a devious man. He'd opened every blind and shutter to ensure the vamp remained trapped behind the guest bedroom door. Joe was on the couch sleeping, a tangle of covers knotted around his waist. His chest bare. With his arms flung above his head, she had an excellent view of his washboard abs and the arrow of black hair that stretched from nipple to nipple and down below the edge of the sheet.

Cursing herself for noticing, Darcy tiptoed past him. Her sexual libido had rotten timing. The vamp had awakened feelings she'd tamped down for three years.

Thankful she had Joe around to save her from herself, Darcy headed to her bedroom. Inside, she stripped off her clothes and padded on bare feet into her bathroom, intent on showering away the sand she was sure had worked itself into every crevice.

Reaching behind the shower curtain, she turned on the water. She brushed her teeth, and rummaged beneath the cabinet for the scented soap her mother had given her at Christmas. The raspberry-perfumed soap would be her secret indulgence. No matter she normally used only plain bar soap for a quick scrub. She wondered if the vampire's keen sense of smell would detect her change of routine.

She reached in to lift the stopper and stepped beneath the shower's spray.

"I thought you'd decided to find yourself another place to stay."



Darcy nearly screeched at Quentin's husky whisper. She whirled and then remembered she hadn't a stitch of clothing on. Her hands covered her breasts, but she quickly realized she had to look ridiculous. The rest of her was bare, and his hot gaze devoured every exposed inch.

"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed, keeping her gaze glued on his face.

"Availing myself of my hostess's amenities?" he said, a smirk tilting one corner of his mouth.

One glance down and she'd be toast. She was already having problems breathing after noting the way the water ran in rivulets from the ends of his hair and down his broad, hairy chest. "Well, you can just waltz right out of here and go use the guest bathroom. I'm not sharing."

"Your boyfriend's made that impossible for me to do." He folded his arms over his chest. "You're stuck with me until dark."

"Not my problem. And his name's Joe. How the hell did you get past him?"

Quentin's smile stretched and he shrugged.

Darcy wished the rose-colored tile behind him would make him seem less…manly. "I'll scream, and Joe will come running. He'll kill you if he finds you here—and I won't be happy to clean up the mud you leave behind." She jerked when he reached over her shoulder for the shampoo.

His long, muscled forearm grazed her shoulder, and Darcy held herself stiff as a statue to keep a shudder from racking her body. His large, broad frame crowded her, sucking the air from the steam-filled stall. When he calmly squeezed a glob of shampoo into his palm and raised his hands to lather his hair, her breath hitched.

She didn't know why she didn't make good on her threat to scream for help, except she'd be embarrassed as hell if she were found naked with the vamp. Her reticence couldn't have a thing to do with all that golden skin and the tufts of dark hair beneath his arms—and certainly not the cock lifting from its bed of wiry brown hair.

Ah hell! She'd looked.

Darcy spun away and grabbed the washcloth. Scrubbing her arms and breasts, she abraded her skin to remind herself this was a dangerous man—whom she probably shouldn't turn her back on.

When his soapy hands slid around her waist and pulled her back snug against his chest and abdomen, the only thought that didn't blow her mind was that his cock rested in the crease of her ass.

"I'll offer you a trade," he said, his mouth next to her ear.

Darcy fought her body's inclination to lean into his embrace. If she were going to be weak, she'd lay all the blame at his doorstep.

"I need blood—about half a pint to stave off grumpiness…" He licked her ear then sucked her lobe between his teeth.

A frisson of desire shuddered through her body, unwanted, but so strong her head fell to the side, exposing her neck.

"… and I can give you an orgasm unlike anything you've ever known."

Mention of the "O" word tightened her belly to a hard knot. He'd stirred an ache when he'd first strode out of the waves. Nothing less than a wild fucking would do to get him out her system.

His hands smoothed up her stomach to cup her breasts.

Darcy tried to push his hands down. Not because she didn't crave his touch there, but because she knew her small breasts didn't stack up well against the globes on the woman he'd been with earlier. Her traitorous nipples constricted instantly.

She eased her legs apart and let his cock slide between them.

Quentin groaned and tongued her neck. All the while his hands caressed her, smoothing over her breasts, across her belly, and down to her pussy.

Darcy swayed on her feet as pliant as a rag doll in his arms, biting her lips to keep the moans that threatened to tear from her throat. His fingers separated her labia and stroked between. Her hands reached behind to grasp his thighs, otherwise she'd have melted to the floor of the shower in a puddle.

He licked behind her ear, then tsked. "We'll have to do something about this sand first."

Again, he reached for the shampoo. When his fingers massaged her scalp, Darcy swore someone purred. His strong fingers worked in the suds and kept right on kneading and shaping. When he drew her under the water to rinse her hair, Darcy's eyes were closed and she followed him, docile as a lamb.

"Give me your soap," he said.

Her eyes slowly blinked open. "Soap?"

"The bar you're clutching in your hand."

Darcy looked down her arm and realized she still held her mother's soap in her hand. She held it up for him.

Leaning down, he sniffed, then took the bar. "Raspberries. My favorite. Now come here." He drew her away from the water and sat on the ledge at the far end of the stall, pulling her to stand between his open thighs. With a twirl of his finger, he indicated that she should turn around.

She shot one last meaningless glare, then turned away.

He worked the lather between his hands then glided his soapy hands over her skin from shoulders to buttocks and all the sensitive points in between. When he reached her ass, Darcy's heart beat loudly. His hands parted her buttocks and his finger trailed down the crevice. "No sand here," he said, gravel in his voice.

In the creases between her legs and buttocks, he found a trace of grit, so he lifted her cheeks and spent minutes soaping and smoothing to ensure not a granule was missed. By the time he'd finished, Darcy's legs wobbled and she was ready to scream.

When he turned her to wash her front, Darcy's gaze fell on his face. His nose was flared, his cheeks reddened and the smirk was now a tight line of tension. Gratified he was every bit as overcome with desire as she was, Darcy gave herself over to his touch. Just this once.

He lathered his hands and reached for her breasts. Already tight and puckered, her nipples caught the soap bubbles he smoothed there. His large hands dwarfed her breasts, but despite her earlier doubts, he played with them, apparently fascinated.

His fingers rolled her nipples, tugged and squeezed until they stretched, engorged. She nearly protested when he left them to glide his hands down her belly. He swirled a finger inside her belly button and Darcy's abdomen jumped and quivered, her legs once again turning to jelly. Then he reached lower.

She parted her legs to make room for his hands and he swept them between, rubbing over her outer labia, then parted them to finger her tender inner lips.

Darcy reached for his shoulders to steady herself, then leaned to rest her head on his shoulder as his fingers rimmed her cunt, circling, rubbing. He found her clitoris and plucked it. "Lift your leg over mine," he said.

He didn't want mere compliance—he demanded her knowing participation. Darcy was beyond any pretense of defiance. She lifted one leg and draped it over his. The space between her legs was wide open for his marauding fingers to explore. Her nails bit into his shoulders.

Looking down the space between their bodies, Darcy's breath grew shallow and raspy. Their differences, human to vampire, weren't important now. How their bodies complimented each other's, feminine to masculine, assumed precedence. Something deep inside her soft core yearned to yield to his mastery.

His erection stood straight up, veins crisscrossing beneath golden skin tinged with red. The wide, plump head looked soft and purplish. She couldn't resist smoothing a fingertip over it.

"No touching. Not yet," he said, his words clipped.

He rolled the bar of soap between his palms working up lather, then set it aside. When his hands descended to her crotch, Darcy closed her eyes and let her head fall back.

His fingers rubbed over the hair on her mons, tugging, massaging, and then he reached lower to follow the lines where her thighs met her pussy, his fingers smoothing, yet creating an ache that drew her belly taut.

She widened her legs and sank slightly on one knee to rock against his hand. Hurry! She wanted to shout at him, she needed him to be inside her now.

He traced a finger between her labia and Darcy gasped, sure that now he would dip inside. "Open your eyes," he said.

He removed one of his hands from her and circled his cock. "This is vampire cock, sweetheart," he said, his voice roughening.

"What? You think, once I've had vamp, I'll never go back?" As soon as the words were spoken, she regretted her quip. It was something she tended to do when she was nervous.

Quentin's face broke into grin. "I can guarantee any man who comes after me will be found wanting."

"You think highly of yourself, don't you?"

"I've over a hundred fifty years of practical experience, love. I'm just stating facts."

A hundred fifty years of fucking? She wet her lips with her tongue. "From where I'm standing, I'm not seeing anything that special." Liar!

His hand glided up and down himself. "This is only one piece of the equipment, love. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I want to describe the process, so there will be no surprises. I don't want to frighten you."

"I'm not scared." Her skittering heartbeat made a liar out of her.

One brow rose, mocking her assertion. "Well, then let's get on with it." The hand between her legs, rubbed over her hips, then clasped one buttock to force her closer. He lowered the head of his cock to her pussy and pushed between her legs.

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Okay, enough teasing. Back to the contests. Winners are named below. Congratulations everyone! Be sure to email me to arrange delivery of your prizes! If you have any questions regarding what you've won, winners, go to the contest page: Contest Page

Drumroll…

The winners of The 4x2x4 Contest are:

March 1, #26: Miranda C

March 4, #6: Becky Ward

March 12, #4: Ju Dimello

March 14, #2: Shadow

Congratulations, ladies. Check the contest page for the list of eligible books and email me your choices and your snail mail addy!

The winners of The Promo Ho Contest are:

HMN (Heather)

Shaly R

Thanks so much for your support! Be sure to email me to let me know which email address you'd like your prizes sent to!

Reminder: Call for Submissions for WILD AT HEART

If you look closely, you'll see that the tiger on the right is missing its hind leg. This beautiful cat was rescued and given a second chance by the fine folks at the Turpentine Creek Wildlife Refuge.

For all you writers out there who are also animal lovers, here's your chance to help a worthy cause. The entire proceeds from the book the Diamond State Romance Authors intend to publish will go to the refuge. I wrote about the facility back in October. Check out Sweet Refuge! for more details about the good work they do.

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Wild at Heart

Editor: Delilah Devlin

Publisher: Diamond State Romance Authors

Deadline: April 1, 2012

Wild at Heart is open to all authors.

Editor Delilah Devlin is looking for stories for a special project to benefit the Turpentine Creek Wildlife Refuge.

Last October, six Diamond State Romance Author chapter members spent a weekend falling in love with the Turpentine Creek Wildlife Refuge and its exotic inhabitants. The refuge is home to large cats and a variety of exotic animals that would otherwise have to be put down because they aren't suitable for placement in zoos or to be returned to the wild. The need for financial support was apparent. Our chapter decided to pool its resources and find a way to help.

What we propose is to produce a volume of short stories, all centered around animals in need of refuge. All proceeds from the sales of the book will go directly to the Turpentine Creek Refuge. We will edit the submissions, seek professional cover art and formatting, and assist the refuge by uploading the anthology to online bookstores like Amazon's Kindle store and Barnes & Noble's Nook store. Additionally, we will help upload the book to CreateSpace so that printed volumes can be available for sale in brick-and-mortar bookstores throughout Arkansas and inside the refuge's shop.

This is an international call for submissions of short stories to be donated for the cause. Only the best stories will be accepted. All genres of fiction (contemporary and paranormal, sweet adult romance and Young Adult) will be considered. Please keep in mind that stories must be PG-rated as the book will be two-sided—one side geared toward adult readers and the other toward teenaged readers.

Examples of the kinds of stories we seek:

A maimed Iraqi war veteran learns to accept his disability by working with equally damaged animals
A teenaged girl helps a were-cougar hide his true nature while both hunt for an escaped cat
A teenaged couple encounters a tiger escaped from its private owner's cage and work together to find help to capture and care for it
A pushy animal psychic must gain the trust of the refuge's veterinarian to help a depressed bear
A troubled teenager discovers a tiger living in a national forest, then seeks a way to prevent locals staging a hunt from killing it

How to submit: Prepare your 1,500 to 4,000 words story in a double-spaced, Arial, 12 point, black font Word document with pages numbered (.doc, NOT.docx) OR rich text format. Indent the first line of each paragraph half an inch and double space (regular double spacing, do not add extra lines between paragraphs or do any other irregular spacing). US grammar (double quotation marks around dialogue, etc.) is required.

In your document at the top left of the page, include your legal name (and pseudonym if applicable), mailing address, and 50 word or less bio in the third person to dsrawildatheart@gmail.com. If you are using a pseudonym, please provide your real name and pseudonym and make it clear which one you'd like to be credited as. Authors may submit up to 2 stories.

About the editor: Ms. Devlin has published over one hundred stories in multiple genres and lengths. Her published print titles include Into the Darkness, Seduced by Darkness, Darkness Captured, Down in Texas, Texas Men and Ravished by a Viking. Her short stories are featured in Zane's Purple Panties, and Cleis Press's Lesbian Cowboys, Girl Crush, Fairy Tale Lust, Lesbian Lust, Passion, Carnal Machines, and Dream Lovers. She is published by Avon, Kensington, Harlequin, Atria/Strebor, Ellora's Cave, Samhain Publishing, and Berkley. In Fall 2011, she debuted her first anthology with Cleis Press, Girls Who Bite.

Direct any questions you have regarding your story or the submission process to Delilah at dsrawildatheart@gmail.com.

Guest Blogger: Dena Garson

Ah… Spring.

In my part of the country, it's looking a lot like Spring has sprung. Flowers are blooming and people are sneezing left and right.

For me, spring means two things: soccer and cleaning.

I've already started my mad rush of cleaning. Yes, I'm sick, I know. This past weekend the floors were swept, scrubbed, and vacuumed. Even the corners, crevices and those icky places along the baseboards had a spotlight on them. Do you have any idea what hides there??? *shudder*

But my physical house isn't the only thing that needs a good cleaning. I REALLY need to get through all those somewhat intangible things that float along the edges of my life. All those things-to-do that never quite got done. The projects that I started but didn't quite finish. The list of goals I want to accomplish, but haven't yet. New story ideas that I've been tucking away on random pieces of paper. I simply must find time to go through all of that STUFF and get it organized before I either loose the thought or it keeps getting buried and therefore, never done.

Surely I'm not the only working-mom who always seems to be chasing her tail?? What helps you guys keep up with everything? Other than a personal assistant, that is. That's just not in the budget. LOL

While you're thinking about that, take a much-needed and probably well deserved break and go check out my new Quickie from Ellora's Cave, Down to Business. Find out about the bargain Leigh Templeton made with her husband John so they could have a work-free weekend getaway. Down to Business is available on Ellora's Cave and Amazon Kindle.

Buy at Ellora's Cave

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Stop by my blog – I'd love to hear from you!

~ Dena Garson

http://denagarson.com

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A Question…

If you don't already know, there are two contests currently running on this website. Up for grabs? 8 books and 2 $25 gift certificates. Be sure to check out the rules on my contest page. Both contests end on THURSDAY!

I'm going to be deep, deep into my new story today, doing my best to nail a chapter. What am I working on? The sequel to A Four-Gone Conclusion. The two handsome twins have finally met their perfect match. So while I'm writing like my hair's on fire, I'll leave you with a question…

What author would you choose to write your memoir?

Guest Blogger: Gillian Archer (Contest)

Drama and a Giveaway!

Thanks so much for having me, Delilah! Hi everyone I'm Gillian Archer and I'm guest blogging here because my first story with Carina Press releases today.

Unlike my heroine in Wicked Weekend, I don't have any sibling angst. Don't get me wrong, my sister and I used to fight like cats and dogs…when we were little. My mom always says she knew we were really going at it when all the yelling and bickering would stop and it suddenly got quiet in our room—that was when she would yell down the hall to "knock it off in there!" Probably had a bit to do with our two year age difference. But we grew out of it somewhere around middle school.

Now as adults, my sister and I are completely different people. She's an analytical hippy chick who is getting her PhD in Radiochemistry (of all things) and practically worships Bob Marley. Whereas I love everything George Strait and used to be a mining engineer (weird, I know!) but now spend my days writing steamy romance scenes. There's so much we don't agree about, but my week is not complete unless I talk to my sis at least once. What can I say? I love her

And yet I absolutely cannot get enough of family/sibling angst. Whether it's in books or on television, I'm glued to the drama. The latest reality family spectacle that I can't get enough of is American Chopper: Senior vs. Junior. My husband watches for the bike builds but I'm glued to the angst. The lawsuits and nasty comments about their own family members break my heart. Will they ever be able to mend fences and be a family again? How can anyone move past the kind of history that these guys have? These are the kinda questions that fuel my writing muse.

So when it came to writing my heroine, I just had to give her some family angst. There's a history between the sisters that's apparent from the first page, and they have a few run-ins along the way as well as the prerequisite sibling jealousy. Of course when she meets a hawt guy and has some naughty fun with him she realizes she has no reason to be jealous of her sister. It's so much better being her. *grin*

Why did Lauren Vaughn introduce her sister to the man she herself was crazy about? Now Lauren is watching the happy couple at their combined bachelor/bachelorette party—while Lauren sits all alone at the bar. Until she spots a hot stranger with the telltale black handkerchief in his pocket: the signal for "seeks no-strings affair with sexy submissive." Lauren can't take her eyes off him. So when he comes over, she kicks her inner good girl to the curb and follows Jamie Forman to his room, where he makes her scream with pleasure all night long.

But Jamie is a complicated man. He can't handle how desperately he wants her in his bed—and his life. It's up to Lauren to teach him how to make all night last forever.

You can read more about Wicked Weekend at my website, or buy it today from Carina or other book selling sites like Amazon or B&N!

So do you have some sibling angst? Or a favorite book or tv show dealing with family angst? Leave me a comment and you'll have a chance to win a book from my backlist.

Thanks for having me Delilah!

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Gillian Archer lives in Northern Nevada with her amazing husband and two goofy dogs. When she's not writing (but probably should be) Gillian is usually reading, baking or walking her very spoiled dogs. You can find her at her website, on Facebook or Twitter.

Free Story and Sunday Report Card

Psst! The winner of one of Myla Jackson's (March 5) fabulously erotic books is…Leann! Leann, be sure to contact me to arrange delivery of your prize! Congrats!

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Free Story!

If you don't have this story, click on the cover now!

This offer won't last long!

And since it's for free, maybe you wouldn't mind "tagging" and "liking" it on Amazon. A review would be nice too…

Thanks to you, it rose pretty quickly up the Free Erotica list at Amazon. Just maybe, I'll find a few new readers. Your reviews help them decide to take the chance, and those reviews don't have to be pretty. In fact, the less polished the writing, the more the reader will trust you.

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Brand New Covers

The first four of the My Immortal Knight stories have fresh new covers. Take a look! I haven't changed them on my website yet because they aren't up on Amazon, but they are up at Ellora's Cave! Click on the covers if you're interested in reading more!

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Contest Reminder!

Two contests end on March 16th! The 4x2x4 Contest (four sets of two signed books to four lucky winners) and The Promo Ho contest (up for grabs? TWO $25.00 gift certificates!).

And because I want to give more of you a chance to win, I'll add TWO HOT to the list of eligible books for the Promo Ho contest! Check out my Contest Page for more details.

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Sunday Report Card

What a busy-productive week!

1) I completed a short-short story entitled "Quick Draw" and submitted it for consideration to an editor!

2) I completed my part of Charmed in the Big Easy, a co-written story with Paisley Smith, and submitted it!

3) I put together three brief treatments for possible stories and shipped them to my agent for his opinion.

Not bad, huh? This week, it's back to cowboys!

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Next Week's Guests

This week, I'll have the following ladies blogging here:

Mar 12 — Gillian Archer

Mar 14 — Dena Garson

Be sure to drop by to say hello. You might just find another author you have to read!