Delilah Devlin's Blog, page 499
April 3, 2012
Guest Blogger: Mary Eason
What would you do if a killer were hunting you? What if you're child was the target? What if the killer was someone you knew?
What's it like to look into the mind of a killer?
Ask any author who writes dark, romantic suspense and they'll tell you, it ain't no walk in the park at times.
I think even for writers who create fictitious killers it's still a little disturbing to consider that there are really such depraved people living in the world amongst us. To make a believable killer you have to do your homework.
To quote Friedrich Nietzsche: He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
For me, I love to watch Forensic Files and 48 Hours Mystery on TV. You can gain a great deal of knowledge into the mind of a killer simply by studying old case files. I know it's certainly been insightful for me.
So why do people kill? Well, most psychologists will tell you there are two fundamental reasons someone will take another life.
Love and money.
Both truly are the root of all things evil.
But there is another type of killer that is far more evil and cunning than all the others. He's extremely intelligent. He can blend into society well enough to be your co-worker, your high school English teacher. Your neighbor next door. He lacks anything resembling a conscience. He's a sociopath known as the serial killer.
The FBI estimates that today there are some 50 active serial killers working among us in the US alone. That's a frightening statistic to consider.
For me, writing about the dark side of romance is both rewarding and challenging. The characters I create leave their mark on you and make it hard to move on to the next story.
And if they're really chilling, they make it hard to sleep with the lights off at night.
All the best…
Mary Eason
www.maryeason.com
Killer Moves – Available now at Samhain Publishing
They're a match made in the hallowed halls of Quantico. Until Death comes knocking…
April 2, 2012
What kind of sandwich am I?
I know I've dropped hints here and there about my home life situation. However, I don't think I've ever fully described it. My thoughts were, who really wants to hear about real life? I'm a romance author. I must have this exciting life, and to some degree I do, but for the most part, I'm just like all of you—adjusting to life as I figure out how to take care of family.
Almost five years ago, I moved from Texas to Arkansas to live with my parents. Hubby and I had been living separate lives for a long time. Long story there, but all I'll say about it is that we grew apart. Sounds cliche, right? Truth is we both had dreams we wanted to pursue. I wanted to be a full-time writer. He wanted to get his dog-training business off the ground. He moved to Virginia, but we keep in touch almost daily. We share in taking care of our grown kids as best we can and help each other out, but the divorce was final this past month, so while we still have this deep friendship that won't end with a decree, we're both okay.
Why Arkansas? I was the only "single" sibling of four. I wanted to write full-time, but couldn't without a little support to get going. My parents' health is failing and they have this large piece of property and a solid comfortable home. It's a win-win for us all. I moved, and the daughter I left in San Antonio decided to follow just a few months later. What can I say? I'm a good mother and she couldn't stand being so far from me. We love each other to death. She doesn't want to live with me, has married, and thankfully, her hubby loves me too. So all is copacetic!
Then last year, another family emergency prompted our home to fill a little more. My grandfather passed away. My grandmother could no longer live on her own. But she wouldn't move without my aunt coming too. So now we have grandma, the aunt, my parents and myself, all living under the same roof. Thank goodness it's a large house, but we are still working out the kinks of our relationships because we are all different people. Straight and amibiguous. Atheists, agnostics, "lite" Christians, and my wierd flavor of the month religion (I have Buddhas, pagan altars, Norse and Catholic statuary blended in my rooms). We're Democrats and Republicans. Animal lovers and NOT. We struggle every day to make it work.
And while everyone right this moment is able to take care of him or herself, the day will come, very soon, when that will change. I'm going to be the major caregiver. I'm prepared for that. Or have been preparing for that. Last week the Red-Headed Hellion and her family moved into the house across the street that I bought so that she will be close by to help out.
I'm very much that "sandwich" generation everyone talks about. I have my life outside this family. My friends. My own interests, but I'm also very integral to this family—and sandwiched between the elderly members and the younger members. Both sides of that sandwich need very different kinds of help. I don't mind one bit. It's what families should do for their own, when they can.
So what flavor sandwich does that make me? Am I the bologna and cheese? Or the PBJ filling? Hearty and cheesy or gooey and sticky? Are any of you out there facing the same situation, either in the future or right now? I'd love to hear how you make it work or what you're doing to plan for it.
Now you know more about me than you might want to. Exciting news from here in the looney bin is that the pool is warm enough for swimming! I gasped through a thirty minute swim yesterday! Woot!
March 31, 2012
Just checkin' in!
I'm still in Dallas. I'll leave early tomorrow after breakfast to head home to Central Arkansas. The NTRWA conference may be small, but they pack a lot into their sessions. For my sister and I, it was well worth the trek for face time with Lindsey Faber from Samhain and lunch (which we won through raffle tickets) with media guru Kristen Lamb.
I was supposed to have two bloggers subbing for me today and tomorrow, but I didn't have time to pre-post, and the files I copied were corrupted. So sorry, Melissa and Mary. I'll make it up to you soon!
What am I coming away with? A few nuggets of new knowledge. And fresh commitment to one of my publishers (Samhain). I have to retweak my plans for the next few months' work and start out smartly in April to make it all happen.
Why should you care? You don't have to, but I have some fun ideas for things to do on this blog, so I hope you'll stop in to see what I get up to!
Y'all have a great weekend. See you bright and early Monday morning!
DD, from the Heart of Texas.
March 30, 2012
Guest Blogger: A. Catherine Noon and Rachel Wilder
"The best things are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of God just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things of life." -Robert Louis Stevenson
I'd like to pause a moment and ask this question: what things are necessary for us to have a peaceful, drama-less life this week? Today?
It's been my observation that the great dramas of life take our attention: shenanigans in politics, rudeness on the net, which artist died this week with whom we had no personal acquaintance but an abundance of feeling – these things become real for us, immediate, because they engage our emotions.
But not our brains. The checkbook that needs balancing, the tax deadline looming, the editing of a manuscript, the folding of laundry – these are the things that truly require our attention but that, because they are not accompanied by a ring tone or a twitter feet, become neglected.
Here are my thoughts that apply to my own daily round, but that I thought I would share for others in the hope that they, too, might find them relevant. Five things, when done daily, can change the tenor of our week.
1. Put things away when you're done with them. If you have books out, put them back on the shelf. Put the shoes in the closet or by the door. End tasks, so that when you're done, they feel done.
2. Floss your teeth. We all know we should do it, but how many of us do? Be honest now. If we called our dentist and made an appointment today, would they be amazed at what they found? Or would they want you to brush before they touched you?
3. Smile at everyone you meet. If you ride transit, smile at the conductor. Smile at the receptionist, or the checker at the store. Smile even if you have to fake it – and if you do have to fake it, make sure to include your eyes in it. Really make it a smile to be memorable and see what happens.
4. Eat your vegies. We know we should, but how many have you eaten today? Doctors recommend between five and nine servings every day, and those should be from the five different color groups.
5. Take a walk. Even a twenty minute walk can change our relationship to our bodies and to the day.
What do you do to maintain the sanity of your daily round? I'd love to know.
A. Catherine Noon and Rachel Wilder
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Watch for EMERALD FIRE, coming soon from Torquere Publishing.
March 29, 2012
Three Anouncements…and a Question!
After five days camped out with my daughter, I'm finally back home. Yay!—although I do feel horribly guilty over leaving her today of all days. We've been finishing up renovating/painting/cleaning the "new" old house this week in preparation for today. My duties were mostly babysitting kids and animals while she and hubby worked at the house. I pitched in yesterday to help with the final cleanup. I had laid on movers, but the numskulls told me at the last minute that while they moved things, they didn't actually pack anything, so they were fired and we had to recruit family members to help with the actual pack and move today. To top off everything else, it looks like the pregnant dog I was watching is about to give birth. So daughter has her hands full.
However, I have a conference to head to tomorrow and while I decided to forego getting my hair done, I still have packing, nails, car cleanup, and email catchup to do today. She's on her own. I hope she survives. I hope her marriage survives her nerves. 
One little note. Okay, three really. My m/f, f/f short story, Marmalade, was accepted by Mischief (a HarperCollins publishing arm); another short story, Soldier Girls, was accepted for a lesbian collection with Cleis; and I have it on good authority that there is a contract in the works with Montlake for a longer book I have partially written. Some of my beta readers out there might remember my strange little dark paranormal/police drama with witches and wraiths… It's finally going to be published! Woot!
So, while I'm doing my last minute scramble to get out the door to Dallas, I'll leave you with a question. I always love to see the answers!
If you could have been there to witness any specific moment in history,
what moment would you choose?
March 28, 2012
Guest Blogger: Sam Cheever
If you'd asked me this question a few years ago, when I started writing my snarky, kick-butt heroine Astra Q Phelps, I'd have said, absolutely not! But now, I'm not so sure. I'm currently reading a series by a very talented author whose heroine is so strong she has no time for, or real interest in, the hero. Huh? Now, granted, this is an urban fantasy series and romance isn't a necessary component in UF, but the author introduced the romance, she put it out there, and IMHO, her heroine is dropping the ball with it.
This heroine is so strong she believes she can and should do everything herself. That's not really the most attractive or interesting trait in a character. Especially since it's obvious she can't! I, as a reader, enjoy seeing a little vulnerability in a heroine. It gives her depth and enables me to relate to her. Besides, there's so much opportunity for insight into characters when they interact with each other. Without this interaction the author is forced to go inside the character's head to flesh her out for the reader. Bleurgh!
This leads us right down the thorny path to angst.
Sure enough, in the course of not needing anyone else, this character is constantly mired down by personal angst. My least favorite thing in a heroine. Yes, a story needs some angst, but when the plot, key relationships, and romance are mired in it, it's not a good thing. In my opinion as a reader, a character should occasionally have brief moments of introspection, learn from them, and then move on to complete her destiny.
Yup, my dirty little secret is out…I live in a no wallowing zone.
I don't want to read about a character who does it all and doesn't need anyone else. It's kind of sad. And it makes for very one dimensional reading. I love a strong heroine, but I also want her to recognize that she has needs she can't fulfill on her own. I want her to need her hero. I mean, we can certainly survive all alone in the world, but why would we want to? And when you have a perfectly good hero standing there, all hawt and interesting, why wouldn't you put him to good use? I mean, let's not confuse strength with stupidity, ladies!
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"Sam Cheever does it again in a thrilling tale that features one of my favorite heroines of all time. Astra is a perfect blend of our favorite champions for justice. She's a healer, a lover, a fighter, and sometimes just a big softie. Her never give up attitude and ability to kick some serious trash has endeared her to me throughout this series." ~ The Romance Studio
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The Devil You Know – Good versus Evil has never been this much fun!
Astra Q. Phelps is turning twenty-five in a few months and she's starting to feel the effects of her Settling, the time when a half angel, half devil Tweener decides whether to embrace her dark nature or her light.
The delectable Dialle, king of the Royal devils, really needs Astra's help in Hell to deal with an insurrection. But Astra's Settling pretty much has her thinking of only one thing—S.E.X.!
Sex with Dialle, sex with her yummy partner Emo, sex with a molten-hot dragon slayer she meets along the way, and sex with assorted other randy Royals cavorting among the fires of Hell. It's a constant struggle just to keep her mind and body pure so she can concentrate on the business at hand, but Astra Q Phelps is definitely up for the challenge.
The Devil You Want releases 4/11/12!
Astra Q Phelps gave her boyfriend a magic hickey. Usually not a world-changing issue. But in Astra's case, her boyfriend is king of the Royal Devils. And Royals have always thought that only males could mark their mates. So how did she do it? Even Astra doesn't know. That's the first of her problems.
Now somebody's trying to kill the naturally curious Astra, which is always a problem.
Thirdly, there's Slayer. He's shown up on Astra's turf and wants her to hire him. Given their undeniable sexual chemistry, that's probably not going to go over well with her boyfriend. Not to mention that he's got some baggage that's gonna come back to bite Astra big time.
Add in the nearly constant sexual need caused by her Settling and you have a whole lot of stuff for Astra Q Phelps to handle. But, as you probably know by now, she's definitely up to the challenge.
March 27, 2012
Dogs or Cats?
I think I've mentioned it before, but this past week has been insane. My daughter's moving from in town to the house and acreage across the street from where I live in the country. I've been camped out at her place in town babysitting a pregnant dog, two cats, two wild children, and doing chores around here (dishes, laundry, etc.) while waiting for folks to pick up items we put on a Facebook swapshop that we don't want moved to the new place. The Red-Headed Hellion has had it much rougher cleaning out a house a hoarder used to live in, overseeing renovations, and painting.
I've been spending nights here, so it's really hard to get any writing done. Tonight will be the last night, thank God! I can't wait to slip into my quiet little writer cave and catch up on everything.
So, since I'm a little buried here, I have a quick question. I like life simple. I have a fish in a little bowl in my office, a feral cat I adopted whom I feed and pet (now that she's learned to accept affection), but who lives outside, and that's it. I'm not anti-dog and have had many over the years, but like I said, I like things simple. Cats, to me, are simple.
What about you? Do you consider yourself a dog or a cat person?
March 26, 2012
Guest Blogger: Sabrina York
When I was five my Kindergarten teacher pulled my mother aside to tell her it was a damn shame her charming daughter was so retarded; she would probably never learn to read and certainly would never be able to write.
What the teacher failed to take into account was the fact that we come from extraordinarily stubborn stock, my mother and I. Immediately Mom began studying child development and brain patterns, researching everything she could about learning disabilities. She convinced me that my challenges were actually a gift—the ability to look upon the world through new, fresh eyes. I wasn't stupid or weird, she told me. I simply marched to the beat of a different drummer.
The real gift I'd been given was a mother who refused to see limitations. She taught me to love a challenge and never give up. She taught me to dream bigger and hold tighter than common rationality would recommend.
These lessons came in real handy when I decided I wanted to be a writer. Not because I couldn't tell the difference between a 3 and an E. Or a p and a q. Or an S and a 5. Or the fact that letters and numbers rarely had the courtesy to hold still long enough for me to make sense of them. I figured all that out by learning to memorize patterns. (A three rarely appears in a word, for example.)
Nope. Mom's lessons on perseverance came in handy because writing—and the quest to be published—quite frankly, was the toughest challenge I ever took on. Tougher even than pushing out an eleven pound baby.
I wanted to be published, be an author, so bad I could taste it. But that brass ring seemed always just out of reach.
There were times, more than I can count, when I thought I was nuts for wanting such a thing or hoping for such a thing or dreaming of such a crazy crazy thing. There were times—when I found an idiotic mistake in a manuscript I'd read a hundred fricking times—when I thought, perhaps that Kindergarten teacher had been right. Doubt lived with me, every day. Steeped itself in my teapot. Soaked in my bath.
But I'd remember Mom, pushing me forward, encouraging me, daring me to try, and I'd keep going. And I'd roll another sheet into the typewriter (metaphorically speaking).
I read voraciously and when I wasn't analyzing someone else's prose, I was writing. Composing. Plotting. Experimenting. Creating. I wrote an epic fantasy novel (topping out at 175,000-words), a sci-fi horror, an animated children's book, a middle grade about a dyslexic dragon, women's fiction, men's fiction, screenplays and romances by the score. None of them sold. Once I discovered it, a steamy Delilah Devlin in fact, erotic romance became my drug of choice.
Probably not what my mother intended, but there you have it.
I started entering contests. Started winning. Before long, I was addicted. Ironically, this didn't increase my confidence as a writer, because I never sold, and all that really mattered to me was selling. But contests were fun. They made me feel like a writer. Like I was doing something.
I guess that's all it takes sometimes. Doing something.
If you read the Secret (and didn't we all?), you understand that concrete action can set up ripples in the universe. And even if it doesn't, it's nice to think that it does.
It's nice to think that doing something, does something.
And it does. It gives us a sense of power. A sense of control over the universe, or at least our tiny corner of it. And after a while, those little somethings we do in pursuit of our dreams pile up. Gain momentum.
I entered hundreds of contests in my career and, to the chagrin of my fellow contest whores, won a lot. (Sold not). But it only takes one. One winning lottery ticket, one dream come true. One editor or agent who likes the order in which you throw words onto paper.
In November of 2011, I got an e-mail from an editor at Ellora's Cave asking, very politely, if she could please acquire my book, which she had received as the result of the Novella's Need Love Too contest sponsored by the Celtic Hearts chapter of Romance Writers of America. (I said yes.) In December she bought the second book and in January, another. In February she snapped up the fourth.
Maybe my life is destined to be a feast or famine proposition.
I'm okay with that.
I walk away with another lesson. A new lesson: Sometimes mulishly pursuing your dreams feels like a folly. And sometimes, just every so often, it doesn't. Every so often, dreams do come true.
And perhaps every so often is enough.
As long as you don't quit. Never give up. Never surrender.
Sabrina York's very first novel ever comes out April 4, 2012 from Ellora's Cave. It's a hot & sexy erotic romance called Adam's Obsession. Read an excerpt and check out the awesome cover at www.SabrinaYork.com. You can follow Sabrina on Twitter @sabrina_york.
March 25, 2012
Wild at Heart…and Sunday Report Card
So much happened this last week! My life is completely nuts. Let's see if I can break it down for you…
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Wild at Heart
First, for all you writers out there, the deadline for submitting your stories for inclusion in the Wild at Heart anthology, which will directly benefit the Turpentine Creek Wildlife Refuge is APRIL 1st! Please get your stories in. They are short—just 1500 to 4000 words, and who doesn't have an idea for one? You've been to a zoo, right? You've watched National Geographic. You don't have to be an animal expert to be able to write about some exotic animal in need of refuge. There's still time. Read more about it here: Wild at Heart
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About Three Stories
Three developments, book-wise, happened this week.
1) All Hallows Heartbreaker, the second story I ever published, is being offered for free! But this deal doesn't last forever! For more information, follow this link: Free Story
2) The eighth book in the My Immortal Knight series, My Sweet Succubus, is out! It's Moses Brown's story, and I know there are those of you out there who have been waiting for him to have his happy ever after. Well, he gets it all right. Just not sayin' where. If you'd like to read more, click on the cover.
3) And most exciting for me, personally, is that I have a brand new contract to edit another anthology collection for Cleis Press! One more to follow Girls Who Bite (out last September), She Shifters (coming in July 2012) and Cowboy Lust (out in August 2012). It's strange how much of a thrill this gives me. I should only want to write my own stories, right? But it's so much fun. I get to read great stories, "meet" established authors, and nurture new authors. It's work, sure, but it's also very, very satisfiying. And something different to do. I like mixing it up. So if you hear me talking about smokin' hot firemen over the next coming months, that's what this is all about.
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Sunday Report Card
But what did I really accomplish this week? Not enough.
1) I worked through stacks of papers to burn, shred or file away in my newly neatened file cabinets.
2) Did some "back and forth" with my Cleis editor on the new anthology, wrote the call for submissions and sent it out to the world.
Notice there's no mention of pages written. I have tons of good reasons—all centered around the fact I've been making tons of trips to Hot Springs to buy building supplies. The Red-Headed Hellion and her family are moving into the house across the street from me this week, but we're down to the wire with renovations and now one of our contracted workers is a no-show. So SIL is learning very quickly how to repair and texture dry-wall so he can get walls and ceilings painted. In the meantime, I'm babysitting cats and dogs, doing laundry and cleaning their other neglected house to get ready for the movers. I hope to have some downtime in between to get some pages in, because I have a novella due tomorrow. Eeek!
Have a great week. Hope you're getting lovely spring weather like we are here in Arkansas. Have to check the pool temperature. Won't be long…
March 24, 2012
Snippet Saturday — Bad Boys at Night
Enjoy the excerpt! I'm busy at the moment trying to wrap up the sequel to this story, Two Wild for Teacher, so I'll have my head down for the next couple of days. Enjoy!
"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?
Rolling up to the garage, Johnny noted the twins' truck parked at an angle in the center of the driveway.
"Guess they were in a hurry. Must have got lucky."
Johnny didn't reply. For a short while as they'd killed time in the Feed and Seed, purchasing supplies while waiting for the diner to close, he'd felt lighter, anticipating an evening spent with a warm, willing woman. An attractive woman with rosy cheeks and a sharp-eyed gaze. Now he'd have to listen to the sounds his brothers made as they entertained a girl. And it would be a girl, he thought sourly.
He and his brother piled out of the truck and walked through the breezeway and straight into the mudroom off the kitchen.
Voices sounded from the living room. One voice in particular caught his attention, the feminine edge so familiar his body grew instantly taut.
"I am not sleeping with you! Get it out of your head right this minute."
What the hell was Ellie doing here? And with the twins? And what the hell was she talking about—not sleeping with them? Had Mace and Jason succeeded where he'd failed? He glanced back at Killian whose eyebrows rose high.
"Is it because of our reputations?" Mace sounded like he always did—on the brink of laughter. "Not all of it was earned, I swear."
"And that's supposed to make me feel better?"
The edge of sarcasm in her voice pushed him into action. Women went soft and giggly around the twins. However, Ellie wasn't treating them any differently than she had him and Killian.
Johnny slammed through the swinging door—and ground to an abrupt halt.
Ellie sat on a kitchen chair, her hands behind her as though bound. When her head swiveled his way, her eyes snapped with anger and a furious blush colored her cheeks.
Johnny's head felt ready to explode. "What the hell is goin' on?" he shouted.
Mace and Jason glanced up from where they knelt beside her, tying another knot.
"She tried to bolt and take the truck back to town," Mace said cheerfully.
"Why the hell is she here?"
Ellie's chin shot up, her mouth thinning. "She wasn't given a goddamn choice!"
Jason shrugged. "We asked nicely. First. But she said she was busy."
"Maybe you should have believed her."
Killian swept past him and circled behind Ellie. "Nice knots."
Ellie sputtered. "Nice knots? Do you know how many charges I could bring against these two idiots?"
Johnny's anger cooled in an instant. He narrowed his gaze on the disheveled woman. "Law's not comin' anywhere near them," he growled.
Her eyebrows lowered and her lips pushed into a stubborn pout. "Untie me now."
Johnny glanced at Killian whose expression was bemused. His brother cleared his throat and knelt at her side. "You know they don't mean any harm," Killian said, his tone even and for once without a hint of sly humor.
"That doesn't excuse the fact they kidnapped me," Ellie said with a firm nod.
Johnny strode forward and gripped the arms of the chair and turned it hard, jerking it to face him directly. Then he bent so close he was nearly nose to nose with her. "What has you maddest? The fact they kidnapped you? Or the fact that it wasn't Killian and me?"
Mace's eyebrows shot up. "It was you she was gettin' busy with?" He started chuckling.
Jason's laughter was full-bodied, and he hugged his belly and dropped onto his ass on the floor.
Johnny shook his head, waiting for them to quiet while his fingers tightened on the chair's arms.
Mace held up a finger. "We'll stop…promise. Gotta hear the rest of this."
He felt a tic pulse beside his eye. Anger and frustration, even a little fear for the twins, bubbled up inside him.
Her frown eased and her hazel eyes widened, staring at the tic. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.
Silence enclosed them at last as the twins' laughter faded. He knew they all stared at him, waiting to see how he'd solve this problem. His focus narrowed as he loomed over her. This was between the two of them. Regardless of how it had happened, this moment had been inevitable. For once, the right words spilled out. "Maybe they didn't go about it right, but it doesn't mean this has to end bad."
Her gaze locked with his.
His trailed down her body.
Her chest moved with her shortened breaths. Her nipples beaded against the thin tee stretched taut by the position of her arms.
"I don't approve how they got you here, but you're stuck here now. Until we figure out a way to make this right."
She snorted, but her expression softened as though she wasn't quite as self-assured as she'd been moments ago. "You wanna make this right?" she said softly. "You take me home now."
Killian eased closer and pushed a mussed strand of her hair behind her ear. "Tell the truth, Ellie," he whispered. "You kinda like this, don't you?"
Her head pulled back. "You're all insane."
Killian tapped her nose. "The truth now. This is the most fun you've had, isn't it? Or it could be."
More than a little shocked at the implications, Johnny fought the sudden surge of heat roaring through his body. The sight of her, trembling with rage, tied and vulnerable, shot lust straight through him. What the hell did that say about the kind of man he was?
He cleared his throat to get their attention. "Ellie, we're already in too deep now. Look at me."
Her head hung for a minute then slowly lifted. Moisture filled her eyes, but her chin firmed again as she met his glance.
"They went about this all wrong. But they don't mean any harm. None of us do."
"What do you want from me, Johnny?" she asked, her voice husky.
His throat worked as he drew moisture into a mouth gone dry. Christ, he was really gonna say this. "I want anything you're willin' to give."
She gave a soft gasp.
The impulse was there, and since he was already damned, he didn't resist. He bent toward her, satisfaction blazing through him when she raised her mouth to meet his.
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