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Guest Blogger: Sky Robinson

Today, you have two chances to enter the Three Signed Books Contest. Post a comment here, then pop on over to Wild & Wicked Cowboys! ~DD

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I love Mexico, love lying on the beach drinking margaritas and relaxing the day away.  Who doesn't? 

But would you go on a vacation there with your hubby's work wife? My husband wants to go to Mexico and stay for a week at the same time his work wife is there.  I don't love the fact that he has a work wife, but I trust the guy.  Do I want to spend my time and money to go on a vacation with her, Mr. work wife, and a few other people from his company?  No.  I'm not even a little bit interested.  But he really wants to go.

Am I being completely selfish if I say no thanks?

I would love to hear all of your opinions on the subject, and I'll leave you with an excerpt from my latest book, Double Dare.

Sydney James straddled the hard bodied, sun bronzed working man on the bed beneath her. He was fresh out of the shower with only a white towel and her legs wrapped around him.

"Where are you going to be working tomorrow?" She leaned down and sucked at Logan's earlobe then flicked the tip of it with her tongue.

He smelled like soap and man and the heat rushing to her crotch made Sydney almost forget her mission. "Somewhere close to my cabin I hope?"

His cock came to attention between her legs. Long and hard, its heat pressed against the skin of her inner thigh and her pussy clenched in response. This was one of the best things about dating a twenty-six year old. He was up anytime she even suggested sex. Logan Ford was a good match for exactly what she needed. Smoking sex, and lots of it.

"Why? You want to come out for a nooner?"   Logan slid a hand up Sydney's shirt and rubbed a thumb across her nipple. The nipple came to attention, but she held back the moan that wanted to follow.

"Yes, I would like to come out for a nooner."

"Good." Logan smiled and moved his hands to grasp the edges of Sydney's t-shirt and pull it up over her head.

Her eyes automatically went to the open window. Pine trees and mountains were the only things out there, not a neighbor within sight, so no reason to shut the curtain and block out the gorgeous scenery. Not that she was going to be admiring the view outside anytime real soon. She had an even better view right beneath her.

Sydney slithered down his legs, just far enough to release the towel from his waist and let it fall flat beneath him on the bed. She ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. His skin was soft and smooth and his cock strained upward at her touch.

But Sydney had to take her focus off his thick cock for just a little bit longer. She forced herself to move back up to face him, but her hands lingered on the flexed muscles of his chest. The benefits of dating a logger, a man who worked hard with his hands every day, were evident to anyone who was lucky enough to look his direction. He was hard bodied, lean and strong. Six foot tall, and a little bit mean looking, always in need of a shave, but that made him fit the expectations of his profession.

Once you got to know Logan, it was easy to see him for the gentile giant he was. As long as you didn't piss him off anyway. She had a feeling he would be willing to fight for anything important to him.

"Is your brother going to be working with you?"

Logan unhooked Sydney's bra and tossed it to the floor. His mouth latched on to a nipple, sucking it into his mouth hard, his hand gripped her other breast, thumb rubbing circles around that nipple. Her crotch started to hum. He knew just how to touch her, how to turn her body to fire.

"Jack? Yeah, we'll be working together, but I'm sure we can find a private spot in the woods." He slipped a finger into her shorts, against her clit and a shiver shot through her.

"That won't be necessary."

He raised an eyebrow in question but didn't stop touching her. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"I'm bringing a friend I want to set him up with. Is your brother still single?"

"Jack works from before the sun comes up until dark. When he's not out in the forest, he's looking over the books. That's where he is right now. Making sure this company keeps going in the horseshit economy.   Poor bastard probably hasn't been laid in a year."

Logan pulled her shorts and panties down. He arched his hips upward, rubbing the length of his cock against her pussy.

"Mmmmmm." She closed her eyes almost giving in to the temptation, but she had to maintain focus on her objective. "That's why he's a perfect match for my friend." Sydney's words were breathy. She wanted his cock inside her now, but she had to get him to agree with her plan first. "Emma lost her husband five years ago, and she still isn't interested in dating."

"Yeah, well they've both got some serious issues…if that makes them a perfect match." He grunted, and she could tell he wasn't exactly excited about her set up idea, but she would convince him, for Emma's sake. The girl needed to get laid.

"You don't offer to help Jack with the books so he has time to get some?"

They had only been dating for a month, so she didn't know a lot about his brother and their logging company. Logan was definitely smart enough to work on the business side. Wasn't what she expected when she came upon him in the woods, but she was lucky she did. Her pickup had broken down, and he took an hour trying to fix it for her on his way home from work.

When Logan came back the next day with the part she needed and fixed it, he wouldn't take any money. So Sydney found an even better way to thank him.

"Jack's such a perfectionist. I can't even touch the damn books. I have a degree in economics for God's sake. I made a lot of money as a stock trader. It's not like the finances of a logging company are above my pay grade." Logan gritted his teeth, but then he let his eyes drift slowly down her naked body.

"That's okay." He slid a finger into her hot wetness. She sucked in a sharp breath and her walls clenched around it before he slipped the finger back out leaving her empty and needing more. "I've got better things to do. Like you."

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Thanks for inviting me to be a guest on your blog today Delilah!

Sky Robinson

~Add a little sexy to your day~

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A Winner, a New Contest, and a Question!

The winner of the Ellora's Cave Grab Bag Contest is… Ha! You have to wait until the end!

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Three Signed Books Contest

What can you win?

I'm trying to clear shelf space in my office, and I had extra copies of books lying around, so your prizes this time around are signed copies of ALL of these books, plus some fun promo items:

What do you have to do to win?

Post a comment. And keep commenting every day the contest runs, because each of those comments counts as another entry! This contest ends next Tuesday, January 31st!

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Here's the conversation starter for today….

If you won $2 million tomorrow, what are the first three things you think you would do or buy as soon as you had the check in your hand?

~ from The Question Guys

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So, back to the winner of the Ellora's Cave Grab Bag Contest… By random number generator, the winner is…Mary Preston! Mary, congrats, and be sure to send me an email to arrange delivery of your prize!

Guest Blogger: Melissa Schroeder

First, I want to thank Delilah Devlin for allowing me to be on her blog today. I am a big fan of Delilah's and she might not know this, but she is one of the authors who influenced me to take my writing to the next level.

If you don't know me, my name is Melissa Schroeder and I write romance in time periods from historical to futuristic and in heat levels in sensual to erotic.

My newest book coming out this month is The Cursed Clan: Callum. It is the first of a five book paranormal series. The first book is a bit of a discovery for the reader and the heroine, Dr. Phoebe Chilton, and with each book, the magic and mystery will grow. There are five cousins, Callum, Angus, Logan, Fletcher and Anice, who will each have their own book as they race to break the curse. It isn't quite as erotic as my Harmless series, but it his highly sensual. I really fell in love with Callum and Phoebe. They are a wonderful couple and I hope the readers like them as much as I do!

Meet me around the web:

WEBSITE

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THE CURSED CLAN SITE

HARMLESS ADDICTS

Here is a little tidbit from the book.

Preorder from Are.

As Laird, Callum Lennon feels he has always failed to protect his cousins. Callum's impulsiveness caused the death of his father and the experience has scarred not only his body, but his soul. From that point on, he made sure to always go with the more logical choice in every matter. When his younger cousin Angus finds clues that might help break the curse, Callum begrudgingly hires Phoebe Chilton to investigate. Callum doesn't like bringing outsiders into their family affairs. Their life would become fodder for the tabloids if anyone were to find out about the curse. It doesn't help that the instant he meets Dr. Chilton he's attracted. But, he doesn't really have a choice because she might be their last hope.

An expert in archeology, Phoebe has always been dwarfed by her parents' shadow. Their high standards had her in college by thirteen and earning a second PhD by twenty-two. But her career and her broken marriage have left her needing something more than just diplomas and degrees. She wants to prove that her interest in legends, especially Celtic legends, is as important as her parents' work. When the Lennon family contacts her, she sees the opportunity to win a massive research grant. With a long-time rival breathing down her back, she jumps at the Lennons' offer her, hoping it will ensure her the grant. But uncovering the Lennon family secrets, and her attraction to Callum, could prove more than she can handle.

 

Forces outside the family are determined to ensure that they fail. When an old enemy threatens both the well being of the clan and the fragile new love, Callum will have to choose between believing his mind or his heart.

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"I protect what is mine. I'll not allow you to use Angus."

She moved away from the counter, her body tense with anger. "I have never used another person, especially in that way. You've convinced yourself that I decided to somehow use my considerable wiles on your cousin to somehow gain who knows what."

When she said it like that, he felt juvenile and petty.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lennon. I'll avoid your cousins from now on."

Which is what he wanted, but at the same time he felt like the lowest form of scum even if it was the best choice. The diary could hold their secrets, and the less she connected to them, the better. They just needed it translated, and for her to leave. As soon as that happened, he would be free of this affliction, he was sure.

"I'll do my work and take my meals in my room."

He heard the hurt in her voice. His need to banish Phoebe was as unexplainable as the need to ease her pain. She attempted to brush past him, but he stepped in front of her, blocking her one exit.

"I didn't say you needed to avoid my cousins." It was what he wanted, needed, but here he was contradicting his own thoughts, again.

When she looked at him, there was no humor in her gaze, no studied interest as he'd seen before. Now, all he saw was loneliness and he ached.

"No. I'll finish my task and leave. I know you must have a very good reason, although I can't understand what it could be. I will respect your wishes."

Again, she tried to move past him, but he refused to budge. That same fresh scent of her reached his senses, seducing him.  Even as he was reaching for her, his mind was screaming stop. He ignored it, and every other protective instinct. The only thing roaring through his head was to take, to claim.

"It isna my family that has me worried, lass." The moment he wrapped his hand around her upper arm, her head shot up, surprise lighting her eyes her mouth falling open in surprise. "It seems being around you is no' good for my peace of mind."

He jerked her against him. She gasped, the sound filled with both fear and excitement. Arousal spiked and his body craved—demanded—more intimate contact. Knowing it was wrong, even knowing it was dangerous, he bent his head and took possession of her luscious mouth.

Just the Right Stroke…

Note: I uploaded this book to Amazon this morning, and I'm waiting for it to appear on their site. As soon as it does, I'll update the "Buy Link" below—so check back! For those of you who don't have Kindle, I'm so sorry—Kindle will be the only place you can purchase this collection for the next three months. It's pins and needles time for me as I wait to see how you like it! ~DD

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From National Bestselling Author, Delilah Devlin, comes a naughty collection of seven bedtime stories for a week's worth of nighttime reading pleasure—a little "som-som" to inspire sexy dreams or a one-handed orgasm, or to be read to a partner and enjoyed together.

Witness one woman's desperate attempt to seduce her busy husband in "Lily's Last Stand". In "Nip 'n' Tuck" follow a shy seamstress's adventures with an online suitor that doesn't go quite as planned. Dive into "Dreaming by the Sea" where a woman with a mysterious past is surprised by a lover who strides naked from the ocean to claim her. An adventurous Victorian nurse learns the pleasures of steam-driven technology in "Dr.Mullaley's Cure". A New York commuter shares lustful daydreams of with another subway passenger in "The Morning Ride". A woman finds the limits of her inhibitions tested in a one-night stand in "All About Me". In "The Obedient Wife", find out what really happened between The Beauty and the Beast. Hint: It's not your children's fairytale!

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From "Lily's Last Stand": The F-bomb fell effortlessly from her mouth, leaving him feeling bemused. "Who are you?" "Can I tell you who I want to be?"

From "Nip 'n' Tuck": She suppressed a grin. He was being a good sport about this. She'd been the one to design the scenario. Something she'd always fantasized about doing to a stranger, but had never had the courage to try. Not until "TallDarkBanker" teased her in a private chat room into revealing her innermost desires.

From "Dreaming by the Sea": He leaned his forehead against mine. "A kiss, Despy. Let me give you a kiss. I promise all will be answered." A kiss. How simple. How frightening. Everything would change. I knew it.

From "Dr. Mullaley's Cure": "I feel…nearly…oh, the agony…oh, doctor!" Mrs. Headley gave a choked little scream, her upper body arching on the table before settling again. Her flushed cheeks shone with sweat, but the smile she gave the doctor was so filled with gratitude I felt a stirring of something akin to pride for the doctor's skill.

From "The Morning Ride": She saw him, or at least from the knee on down. Shiny black loafers. Knife-edged creases on his charcoal trousers. Sweeping her gaze upward, but still not looking directly, she eyed his tall, lean body, embracing the quickening tattoo of her heart. When he took his seat along the opposite wall and two seats down, she let out the breath she'd held, the pinpricks of darkness that had narrowed her vision to a tunnel, fading back. All was right in her world again.

From "All About Me": "Why don't you go first?" He shook his head, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. "Now, see? That's not what I want. And you said I could have anything I wanted if I made you come." I snorted. "How do know you I didn't fake it?" A sexy grin stretched across his face. "Baby, you came so hard you peed on me."

From "The Obedient Wife": The door swung open, and every word she'd rehearsed flew from her mind, because a great hairy beast dressed in trousers and boots and nothing more filled up the door. "This be the girl?" the beast rumbled. The daughter shivered at the deep, warm sound, unsure whether it was pleasure or fear and also unsure which excited her more.

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Sunday Report Card

This is going to be a hodgepodge of announcements, but I do need to get some reminders out there, and I HAVE to talk about work or I won't take it seriously! (New Year's Resolution, you know— )

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Strokes

First off, I should be uploading this one to Kindle today! I'll let you know when it goes live. I'm rather proud of this collection. It's got a little bit of everything so you are sure to find something to your taste. It's a "naughty collection of seven bedtime stories, for a week's worth of nighttime pleasure—a little 'som-som' to inspire sexy dreams or a one-handed orgasm, or to be read to a partner and enjoyed together." Click on the cover and read more about Strokes!

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The Ellora's Cave Grab Bag Contest

Remember this?

A signed book by Lila DiPasqua (not an EC author, but since I had a copy of The Princess in His Bed, I thought I'd add it to spice up the pot!)
A sexy mouse pad signed by Liz Andrews
A J.K. Coi and Christine D'Abo water bottle
A multitude of trading cards, bookmarks, excerpt booklets, pens, Post-It pads, etc.

Well, it ends on Tuesday! See rules here. Every comment counts!

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Rose's Plotting Bootcamp

For you writers out there, my sister (Elle James/Myla Jackson) and I are leading a plotting bootcamp starting tomorrow. If you've never taken the class, you're missing out on an experience. It's a month-long class, so you can complete the exercises at your own pace. We provide feedback and support every step of the way. By the end of the class, you will have a fully fleshed outline for a novel. Besides the lessons, there are live chats where you can pick our brains for industry know-how or brainstorm your story. We've had folks return numerous times to plot a new book because we really do help you dig deeper. If you're interested, click on this link: Rose's Plotting Bootcamp

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The Report Card

Even considering I returned from a vacation on Wednesday, I accomplished a lot this week.

1) I wrapped up final line edits of Lone Heart, my next Samhain book scheduled to release on January 31st. Was I cutting that a little close? The book was messier than I normally allow so it took time to read through and correct.

2) I received edits for Strokes, worked through line-by-line to clean it up, then attempted to format the thing for release at the Kindle store. However, I realize now, I haven't the patience for that sort of thing. I shipped it to a professional formatter for her to whip it into shape. Believe me, it'll get done faster—and it's better for my blood pressure.

3) I put out the call for submissions for Wild at Heart. I need short stories featuring exotic animals in need of rescue and refuge. I've been answering questions and promoting the challenge every where I could think of. If you have ideas for where to send it, let me know. This is a really good cause.

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And that's a wrap, folks! Be looking for a brand new contest this week. Nag me to write every chance you get! And if you're a writer, invite me to sprint with you. I could use the company.

Saturday Snippet: Settings

Setting, especially in a historical or paranormal tale, can serve as another character. Here, Gabriela is introduced to the Land of the Dead. Because most of the story takes place in that realm, I was able to let my imagination fly while I built that world, brick by brick. There's an entire other world with it's own rules, unique inhabitants, and dangers lurking. Enjoy seeing Gabriela get herself into another pickle.

"Delilah Devlin delivers an erotic tale of good and evil elevated to a higher level… The erotic scenes in this book are hotter than Hades and ten times more tempting. I dare you to resist!"

5 Cups, Coffee Time Romance

"Darkness Captured is…another steamy sensation!… Delilah Devlin is definitely the mistress of erotic romance!"

Reader to Reader Reviews

"Another hot read of dark sensuality, riveting situations and jaw-dropping desire."

Fresh Pick!, Fresh Fiction

"Devlin creates memorable characters with exceptional emotional depth. Her magical worldbuilding sets as atmospheric scene for a fast-paced story. The sexual tension runs high and the encounters are smokin' hot."

4 Stars, RT Book Reviews

Driven by insatiable desire, a werewolf will enter hell to rescue a princess captured by the Master of Demons…

Headstrong and proud—a royal creature of sinuous grace, all primal instinct and lethal beauty—the shapeshifter Gabriella has agreed to serve as emissary to the vampires who rule in the shadows of the New Orleans night. But she cannot resist the pull of the demon she glimpses on the other side of a mirror, and she is drawn to him hungrily, through a magical portal into the Land of the Dead. Now an eternal nightmare awaits Gabriella at the hands of a mesmerizing dark lord who satisfies her every erotic need…while slowly devouring her soul.

The powerful warrior wolf Guntram Brandt is responsible for the safety of the vanished princess he swore allegiance to years before. Yet it is more than a soldier's loyalty that pulls Guntram down into the depths of nightmare—for Gabriella ignites within him a burning animal passion that must be satisfied.

But when offered an escape, will she follow her rescuer to safety—torn between her lustful obsession with the dark lord who has enslaved her and her fierce sensual attraction to the only wolf who could ever master her?

Gabriella landed on her knees in the middle of the Persian carpet. Once again facing the crudely carved stone walls of Alex Broussard's magical bolt-hole. "Alex, you lousy bastard, you can't do this to me—"

Her shout was cut short when the object of her bitter tirade grabbed the hand of the pregnant woman who'd been resting on a deep sofa inside the cavern when they'd flashed inside. He cast Gabriella an apologetic smile, palmed the crystal key to the room, and they both blinked out in a narrow flash of white light.

"Sonofabitch," she muttered, reaching up to grab the silver-linked choker from her neck that he'd used to subdue her and ripping it off. How could he do this, leave her in his bolt-hole, after everything she'd done to help him in his quest to usurp command of the vampires?

While he'd disappeared for hours, clutching the phoenix-creature he appeared to love against his chest, she'd helped round up the sabat, nipping at the council-members' heels to herd them toward their rooms where Nicolas posted guards to keep them in lock-down.

Malcolm, Nicolas's next-in-command, had led away Inanna's private security force to the barracks for "debriefing" and posted their own men around the compound to keep things quiet while Alex's closest advisors sorted through the chaos that was the aftermath of Inanna's expulsion into Hell.

When Alex had at last returned, looking like he'd just had the sweetest sex of his life, Gabriella shook her fur, pulling on her human skin, ready to remind Alex about their agreement when his gaze fled up the staircase, again.

The look on his face, one filled with a mixture of impatience and tenderness, had made her heart sink. When she'd cleared her throat to remind him she was still standing there, another look crossed his face—one that had her backing up a step and stammering.

The collar had been a real kick in the ass. He'd pulled it from his pocket and apologized, all the while grappling her to the ground to loop the damn thing around her neck. "I swear. It's just for now," he'd ground out as she wriggled beneath him. "Just until I get everything sorted out."

If he thought she'd be in any mood to talk to him, to negotiate a transaction to ensure the peace between their nations remained in place—well, he'd have to do a whole lot of begging, preferably on his knees and naked, before she agreed.



The thought of Alex, nude and serving her up a dish of submission, soothed her dented pride for all of a second. Her shoulders slumped, and she released a dejected sigh.

Gabriella never lied. Not even to herself. Alex was lost to her, for good. Once long ago, she'd hired an assassin to kill him, and she'd grieved for centuries, believing she'd killed him in a fit of jealous rage and lost the only lover who'd ever completely fulfilled her dark, sensual fantasies. The past few days, fighting and loving with him had been a bitter reminder of what she'd missed most—but he'd only been playing her, using her to get what he needed from her. When his other lover had "died," it took only one glance at the desperation tightening his face and the tears filling his eyes to know she'd never hold his heart.

She shook out her hair and glanced toward the bureau standing against the far wall of the cave. With time to kill, she could at least empty his liquor cabinet.

With a glide, she pushed off the floor and strode to the cabinet, lifting one bottle and another until she found a cognac to her taste. Pouring a beaker full of the warm amber liquor, she glanced at herself in the mirror and lifted her glass to toast her reflection.

Noting the red ring around her neck, she wrinkled her nose. Wasn't the first time she'd accepted a noose. Maybe the Dom in Atlanta would be amenable to a little retraining. Her nipples prickled and extended, spiking at the thought of the nasty things she'd beg him to do. As soon as she settled her business with Alex, she'd give him a call.

Her features tightened and the corners of her lips curved downward. She shut her eyes and downed the contents of her glass. When she opened them again, she stared at the mirror and set down her drink.

How many times had Alex stared into the glass, looking into that dreadful room—the hall where the demons and the dead feasted on each other in Hell. Remembering Alex's warning about the mirror, she reached up and gingerly touched only the frame.

The hall shimmered into sight. The same scene replayed—people in glittering, bejeweled costumes sitting at long benches in a Medieval-style hall. She shifted to the side to catch a glimpse of The Master's entrance—the handsome creature whose black aura resembled a dragon's. With Alex behind her, she'd watched The Master stride into the room, felt a tingle of awareness for his masculine beauty, and shuddered for the power he wielded over the orgiastic bloodletting that had followed. She wouldn't deny the man fascinated her.

The hellhounds once again stood like sentries at either side of the plank door. She waited for a long while, watched the couple nearest the mirror savage each other on the floor, but still he didn't appear.

Just when she'd decided to drop her hand, a figure stepped in front of the glass.

Her eyes widened as she found herself staring directly into The Master's golden eyes. The narrow, slitted pupils slowly expanded, engulfing the irises entirely in black.

Gabriella told herself he couldn't see her. Perhaps he looked at his own reflection in a matching mirror. Gathering calm around her, she stared back, noting the thick black hair that fell to the tops of his broad shoulders, the neatly trimmed beard and moustache that framed his chin and mouth, drawing her gaze to his lips—full for a man, sensual, and beginning to smile.

A chill gnawed at her spine, causing her to quake.

As though she stared into a cobra's mesmerizing stare, she couldn't break with his gaze as he slowly raised his hand and pressed it to the glass, his long fingers splayed.

Gabriella felt as though she stood outside herself, watching as she reached up, spreading her own fingers to match his, and pressed her hand against the glass.

The glass began to warm, and then dissolved between them. Their fingers met. Before she could jerk her hand away, his fingers slipped to her wrist and tightened there. Triumph glittered in his dark eyes, and he reached up with his free hand to grasp the edge of the mirror and pull. It stretched downward, the bureau in front of her melting away, and he jerked her forward—into the blood-soaked hall.

Gabriella stumbled, falling, her knees slamming into stone tiles. When she shook back her hair, she noted the faces of the demons and the dead swinging toward her and the silence that closed around her. Her heart hammering against her chest, she drew back her arm, trying to free herself from his grip. She scooted on the floor, her naked bottom sliding across the tiles, but her back met a hard wall. Stunned, she looked behind her and saw that the mirror on this side was small and high up the wall. The portal had closed and she was trapped. What have I done?

Low growls penetrated her terror. The hellhounds closed in on either side of her captor, and then the murmurs began, a slithering, raspy noise that grew into a roar as the creatures inside the room left their seats and surrounded them.

She curled her legs toward her torso, and tucked her arm over her breasts, trying to hide herself from dozens of ravenous gazes.

Her glance swung back to the demon that still held her in his grasp, rising slowly to meet his frightening eyes. His lips twisted. His arm swung out forcing her to unfold her legs and raising her onto her knees, exposing her body fully.

Her breaths shortened, rasping loudly as panic gripped her as tightly as he did. Would they fall on her, make a meal of her body? Or would they rape her? God, no, she'd sooner be eaten. The shame of her defeat, of her helplessness against greater strength and numbers, would live forever.

The beast holding her shot a glance over his shoulder, and the crowd backed up.

Would he take her first then give her over to the others? His lust was palpable, pounding, ticking at the side of one of his black eyes. His nostrils flared, and his head waved as though sucking in more of her scent. A bulge formed at the front of the black breeches he wore, thickening along the inside of one massive thigh.

She couldn't help staring at it, knowing her eyes widened with fear. But his sex was long and thick, more than an average woman could take. But she wasn't average. At six feet, her body was proportionately large and powerful, her hips wide, her woman's channel deep and able to stretch to fit the circumference and length of a very large man.

Unbidden, her body reacted, spilling fluid to dampen her labia. She sucked in a deep breath, closed her eyes and tried to will away her attraction. How could she be growing aroused?

Was he causing it? Did he have that kind of power over a woman's desire? Her nipples tightened, beading hard, and again she tried to shield them from his gaze, but he already knew.

She saw it in the fierce light glittering in his eyes.

Another tug of his hand and she was rising, teetering on weakened limbs. He ducked and pulled her over his shoulder.

As the world tilted, she flailed against him, clawing at his back through his clothing, but he turned on his heels and drove through the crowd. And because she was afraid, she didn't lift her face to meet their gazes. She tucked her head against his back and closed her eyes. Wherever he was going—out of the room, or simply to one of the emptied tables to lower her and take her—she didn't want to know.

Her only thoughts were of Alex and whether he'd care enough to search for her when he discovered she was gone.

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

Megan Hart — Read in bed!

Eliza Gayle

Rhian Cahill

Jody Wallace

Lissa Matthews

Mari Carr

McKenna Jeffries

Myla Jackson

Taige Crenshaw

Alison Kent

HelenKay Dimon

Shelli Stevens

Shiloh Walker

Zoë Archer

Call for Submissions: Wild at Heart

For all you writers out there who are also animal lovers, here's a challenge. The proceeds of this book will go to the Turpentine Creek Wildlife 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.

Recently, 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 centred 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 a national 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.

I'm baaaack!

First, thanks to the authors who kept you entertained while I was gone! I appreciated the fun commentaries and the fact I didn't have to worry about posting while I was away.

My trip was a fun one! My daughter, the 7-year-old hellion, and I flew to DC last Saturday. We visited with my ex and my son and his family. I think it's funny how we all ended up divvied up so neatly between Arkansas and Virginia. It certainly makes it convenient. The visit was lovely. We ate too much, shopped like fiends, and took tons of pictures of kids doing cute things. Then the three of us drove back in my "new" used Honda Pilot, which hubby passed along to me. For folks who like to drive to "get 'er done" it should have taken us 17 hours, but the Red-Headed Hellion and I believe in enjoying the journey, so we took two and a half days to get back to Arkansas. If we saw a sign from the interstate that intrigued us, we followed it. More about our stops later.

While I was gone, I got exciting news from Maxim Jakubowski, the editor of The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, volume 11, which is due out next year. "Dr. Mullaley's Cure," which appeared in Cleis's Carnal Machines, was selected for the anthology! Yay!

I also learned that I've lost my editor at Ellora's Cave. I'll miss her, but hope she's going on to bigger and better things. Love you, Mary!

I'm settling back in, looking over the schedule for work I have to complete by month's end, and making tweaks. I ALWAYS put too much on my plate, so I've been skinnying down my goals. Today, I'm working on the final revisions of Strokes, which I plan to format and upload this weekend, and hope will be available for purchase by next Tuesday. Be looking for it!

I think that's it for now. I missed my daily chat. Now, I have to go unpack and start some laundry. Then I'll unbury my desktop and get to work!

 

 

Guest Blogger: Ann Jacobs

Building a Series

There are two ways to do it, and I've done both. First, there's the series that just grows from a single book: a new story about a secondary character readers liked a lot. The other type of series is planned from the beginning and generally begins with a group of potential main characters or a special concept.

Siblings—a family connection in which all the main characters are members of one dysfunctional family.

They don't have to be actual siblings, These characters could easily be best friends from childhood, back together after they've grown apart, or coworkers thrown together for a project that causes conflict among them/their significant others. The only limitation as to creating characters for a series is the author's own imagination.

One series I've sold to Ellora's Cave for release in 2012 is based on a family connection. I developed aTexasranching dynasty led by a patriarch with secrets and feuds with neighbors that has spanned a generation. Tired of cowboys and oil wells and little else, I gave the heir apparent, a bad boy with a history of failure and a passion for the wind farms he's developing on his mother's land—a source of conflict between him and his father. Scandal is always good for spicing up erotic romance, so I created Daddy's secret love child, a  high-achieving guy who tries to show the heir up at every turn. Finally, to round out the series, I chose the only daughter, known as "Wild One", for the final book. CADEN KINK seems to be shaping up pretty well. Look for the first of the three books in the second quarter of the year.

A special concept—A series with continuing secondary characters and a common but mostly independent theme throughout.

Think connections: a common setting, a thread of similar but independent situations, a cast of secondary characters who pull the series together. The series might spin off a previous series, bringing continuity and providing secondary characters who were fully developed when they were main characters in the previous series books.

COURTHOUSE CONNECTIONS, also coming this year from Ellora's Cave, will consist of four books in which the main characters of each book have reason to engage the lawyers whose stories were told in the LAWYERS IN LOVE series. All the main characters are 1) in some kind of trouble that places their freedom in jeopardy, 2) in a legal situation that could ruin them financially and emotionally or 3) in an employee situation with the members of the firm.

I've never done a series like this before. So far, it's been a lot of fun. I hope the results will go over with readers!

Check out my website: http://annjacobs.net.

Guest Blogger: Rachel Firasek

Happy Birthday, Rachel! ~DD

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Voyuerism. Is it always a bad thing? Do you see the pretty girl pumping gas? No, that's not me. Do you see the creeper gazing with saliva gathering in the corners of his mouth? No, that's not me either. I'm the gal behind the camera. (I didn't take this picture. But, this is how I see the world.)

I've learned that if I want to be a better writer, I have to be able to describe what I see. So, I watch. In the picture above, I see a woman who is trying her hardest to not look at the creepy man gazing at her. I see a man who's gazing at a woman he thinks is out of his league, but he doesn't have the good manners needed to keep from ogling her.

I also see what could be—as any good voyeur does. I see the small child that might run away from his mother's hand and dart in front of the creepy guy's truck. I see a man who would be torn in two if he'd injured a child while daydreaming about a woman who couldn't give a damn about him. I see a woman pumping gas that has lived through a life of being "the hot chick" and now she can't even pump gas without somebody scoping her out. Her shoulders are back, so she probably has some kind of confidence, but her stomach is tucked in too, so that could mean that she might be holding her breath until he passes—nervous, fearful even.

Are you getting the picture yet? If you want to write believable stories, you have to look at the big picture. The whole picture. When I'm playing with my characters, I have to think about what they are thinking, how they'd react, what could happen, what will happen…the list is endless. But, I take all of this from things and situations I know. If you want to write really great characters, study people. I wouldn't suggest being like the guy in the picture and completely creeping on people, but pay attention. Take notes. I always carry a small notebook with me and when I see something interesting I'll jot it down.

I'll give you the perfect example. Today, we were walking at the mall on lunch—part of my thin in 2012 plan—and I noticed this woman snatch her child by the arm, literally drag him three feet back to her baby's stroller and give him a verbal lashing. The kid's response was one of pure shock and dismay. "You grabbed me!" His voice rose, but he didn't shout, didn't really react in any other way except for a small "O" forming on his mouth and his eyes becoming saucers. This tells me that Mom must have been at her limit. He wasn't accustomed to her dragging on him or he would have had a different reaction—maybe anger or screaming or fear. But, this kid was pretty calm. The woman leaned over and explained why she yanked him across the hall and then they strolled on down the mall. She had patience, even when I knew she had to be angry to have snatched him up like this. Controlled. What was her breaking point? Was it the kid wondering off or the fact that he was touching things?

Oh, the fun of people watching. I can do it for hours and it makes for totally good study for this craft I love so much! Do you people watch? Can you take something you see in everyday life and making a story from it? Do you give them a story like I do? Please share! Oh, and I want to thank Delilah for letting me come play on her blog today. It's my B-Day, btw!

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Rachel Firasek grew up in the south and despite the gentle pace, she harassed life at full steam. Her curiosity about mythology, human nature, and the chemical imbalance we call love led her to writing. Her stories began with macabre war poems and shifted to enchanted fairytales, before she settled on a blending of the two.

Today you'll find her tucked on a small parcel of land, surrounded by bleating sheep and barking dogs, with her husband and children. She entertains them all with her wacky sense of humor or animated reenactments of bad 80's dance moves.

She's intrigued by anything unexplained and seeks the answers to this crazy thing we call life. You can find her where the heart twists the soul and lights the shadows… or at www.rachefirasek.com.