Delilah Devlin's Blog, page 512

Guest Blogger: Viv Arend

I thought about what I wanted to share here at Delilah's and the fact that she's got a lot of cowboy loving readers hit hard. So while I could talk about ranching and what kind of day a man or woman typically has on the ranch, that can get pretty detailed. Fun, but not the part that I know I love.

The SEXY part of the cowboys.

So I thought what about an excerpt from my new cowboy release? Something that's got the working part AND the playing part, all rolled into one? A snippet for you from Rocky Mountain Heat with one of the oldest ranch/farm chores there is. Canning… (yeah, it'll be sexy, give it a minute…)

Jaxi's just put the canner on the stove and she's sitting on the counter eating a peach when Blake interrupts her…

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"You didn't stop for dinner. Want me to warm something?"

Blake licked her neck and her collarbone. He unbuttoned her shirt. His fingers smoothed over her skin as he pushed the fabric aside to reveal her bra.

"I see what I'm looking for and it's plenty hot already." He slid the shirt off her shoulders to the countertop. "I like your bra, Slick, very lacy and pretty pink, but it's a little too nice for what I have in mind."

While he kissed, he brushed his fingers around her back, and the cool air of the kitchen flowed over her as he undid her bra. As if fascinated, he tugged off one shoulder strap at a time to let the cups fall away from her breasts.

"Blake?"

"I had something real interesting planned yesterday when we got interrupted." Blake lugged a tall stool from the corner of the room and returned to his spot in front of her. His head lined up with her breasts, and he hummed with satisfaction.

"We've had that stool since I was little. Ma used it to let us get a better reach on things, and it works as good now as ever. Maybe even better since the treats are sweeter."

He cupped a breast in each hand and lowered his head to cover the exposed surface of one with his hot mouth. Jaxi braced her arms behind her on the counter as an electric shock pulsed all the way to her womb. He alternated sides, lapping and sucking. She shut her eyes and enjoyed his intimate touch.

"Keep your eyes closed."

Blake slid away, and somewhere nearby a drawer opened and closed. She debated peeking when drops of liquid touched her skin, rolling down the swell of her breast. Moisture trailed to the tip of her nipple and clung there, cool in the moving air blowing in the window.

She opened her eyes to see he had the peach in slices. He'd crushed one piece between his fingers, letting the juice land on her body.

"Close your eyes," he warned.

Jaxi laughed before squeezing them shut. And waited.

Moist heat flicked as he lapped at the juice. Blake followed every sticky sweet line with his tongue, licked her skin clean, covered her with kisses. His fingers rolled her nipples, pinching and teasing. Ripples of desire spread through her body; her panties grew damp. The sound of something bumping and rattling slowly filtered though her sexual haze. The canner was ready, the water boiling.

"I've got to set the timer."

"How long you need?" he asked around a mouthful of breast.

"Thirty minutes."

He drew back with a satisfied suck. She looked down to see him stare at her with admiration, his hands still supporting her.

"Blake?"

"I'll tell you when thirty minutes are up." He stood, knocking the stool behind him to the floor. He plucked her off the counter and carried her to the dining room, laying her on the solid wood table. He opened the button on her shorts and tugged until they slipped off, leaving her clad only with the matching panties to the bra he'd discarded in the kitchen.

"Blake Coleman, I hope you've got your brothers working on something that's going to keep them far away from the house. Ohhh!"

He'd slid her down the table to where he usually sat, her panties suddenly dangling from his fingers.

"Nobody's going to show up here for a while. I want to see you, Jaxi. All of you. I want to sit at my place at the table and remember touching and sucking your pretty pussy. Everyone will wonder why I can't stop smiling." He shifted her slightly to get a better view.

"Open yourself for me."

Jaxi flushed. She already sat naked on the table where she'd shared Christmas dinners and birthday cakes with the Coleman family. She let her legs fall open and used one hand to slide her curls apart.

He leaned forward and licked, and her leg twitched so hard it slipped off the table. He smiled at her.

And did it again.

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SIX PACK RANCH

The Coleman family has ranched in the Rocky Mountain House area of Alberta for generations. These modern day contemporary cowboy romance stories follow the current family members as they find both their place in the community and happy-ever-afters.

Book 1: Rocky Mountain Heat: November 15.

Book 2: Rocky Mountain Haven: January 10, 2012

Book 3: Rocky Mountain Desire: March 13, 2012

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Rocky Mountain Heat

Six Pack Ranch, Book 1

He's the one who taught her to ride. Now all he wants is to ride her.

Blake Coleman is old enough to know that acting on impulse causes nothing but a heap of trouble. But when trouble's a western-hat-wearing blonde with slim legs that go on forever, what's a man to do? Wanting the sweet girl next door is just wrong. The responsible thing to do is keep his hands off.

Jaxi has other plans for Blake's hands, and his heart. She may have once considered him a big brother, but that was a long time ago. She's all grown up now and ready to convince him that she's perfect for him. Except he can't seem to see past the big "don't touch" sign that's apparently still hanging around her neck.

When Jaxi ends up living right under Blake's nose, the undeniable heat between them slides off simmer and leaps up to barn-burning levels. However, a few of the younger six-pack Colemans have decided Jaxi's brand of trouble is worth risking a few busted bones.

That is, if Blake's finally ready to let go the reins and fight for what he wants…

Warning: Sexy cowboys seducing and being seduced in trucks, pool halls and barns. Droolworthy country charm, a little double-teaming, a few secrets and a whole lot of brothers to look forward to. Anyone wanna go for a ride?

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Buy links: Samhain | Amazon | Barnes & Noble

Vivian Arend: Website | Blog | Twitter

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Things you are thankful for…

For you Americans out there, Happy Thanksgiving! I just got home a little while ago. This week has been one health crisis after another. Tuesday, I drove dad to the pain management center for an injection into his back to help with his pain issues. He's been miserable, but thankfully, the injection is giving him some relief. Last night, I had to stay at my daughter's while she took her hubby to the emergency room after he got off of work at the prison. He has bronchitis and a viral infection of some sort.

All this got me to thinking that it's a damn good thing we have family living close enough to help out. It hasn't always been the case. So, today, I'm thankful that I'm healthy and that I'm here to help out the most important people in the world to me, my family.

What are you thankful for today? I don't mind if you're serious or funny. I'm just nosy.

I'll be back later today when I get a moment by myself to make an announcement about Cowboy Lust! Enjoy that turkey coma! ~DD

Guest Blogger: Mary Marvella (Contest)

Winners of the "I'll Change My Name to Wendy or Tammy" Contest are listed at the bottom of this post! Stay tuned for the announcement of the next contest! ~DD

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Hello, Delilah fans. I can't believe I get to be one of Delilah's guests. Cool! I LOVE the scenery here, great covers, too. I have been writing for a long time, a very long time. While I don't have manuscripts under my bed or in my closets, (well, a few still hide in both places), I do have novels, novellas, and short stories on blue floppy disks and now flash drives. I have romantic suspense books not yet published, women's fiction stories and even stories with paranormal elements. While the characters and the plots are different, one thing is true of all my books. I LOVE to tease characters and my critique partners and make them beg me to let my characters actually have sex. It's important to the romance for the sex to happen when the characters can't wait any longer.

In The Gift I broke one of my own rules. My characters had sex before the story began.

Excerpt from THE GIFT

Deke fell asleep thinking about that night and that woman. He dreamed of her as he often did lately.

The woman against his body fit like she'd been made for him. Her soft breasts against his chest sent messages to his groin. The strawberry fragrance of her shampoo made him think about her. She was past the bloom of youth, no twenty something, but still fresh, unsophisticated. Her loneliness called to his need for the warmth of another human being. He needed her as much as she needed him and their bodies were certainly willing.

When he took her into his arms she trembled against his chest. He pulled her closer.

She seemed so shy he took her hands in his and brushed his lips over her knuckles, drawn to the way she shivered and gazed into his eyes. He placed each of her hands on his shoulders, then settled his own hands at her waist. Moving to the music became foreplay. There was no hurry to take her to bed. Besides, she would likely bolt if he moved too fast.

Her forehead rubbed against his throat, her soft hair brushed against his chin. He caressed her back, then her buttocks, pulling her against his erection so she would have no doubt he wanted her.

When she didn't pull away, he bent his head to kiss her neck, laving her throat. Her breasts seemed to swell against his chest. Her nipples beaded enough for him to feel them through her bra. When she turned her head away, he reached one hand to her chin. Using one finger he lifted her face so he could see her eyes. Up so close he could count her long lashes, he saw himself reflected in those brown-green orbs. When he knew she saw him, he touched his mouth to her plump lips. Her eyes softened even more and he moved his lips against hers. His tongue coaxed her mouth to let him inside.

She wasn't a bad kisser, just inexperienced. Hadn't she ever been kissed properly? Should he stop, send her away? He couldn't, at least not yet.

When she reached for the top button of his shirt, he placed his hands on her waist, sliding them up toward her bra as she kissed his chest, mimicking his actions, kisses and buttons all the way to his belt buckle.

She met him tentative move for move, shy kiss for kiss, sigh for sigh. There was such wonder in her reactions to him. He slid her blouse off her shoulders, revealing smooth, pale skin he needed to taste.

No lacy bra could have been more sexy and appealing than the plain cotton covering her generous breasts. He kissed the swell of flesh above the cups, ran his tongue down the valley, loving the way she shivered. He held her against him while he reached around and unhooked the one thing between his chest and her breasts. When she helped him remove the bra, she stood looking down, her arms crossed over those luscious, ivory mounds, as though she feared he wouldn't like what he saw. How could a man not?

He kept his tone gentle. "Please let me look at you."

When she uncrossed her arms he wanted to spend time with her rosy nipples. A breast man, he knew those were fabulous and natural, and he wanted to kiss and suck each one.

"Beautiful." His voice sounded strained to his own ears. He looked into her e reading relief. "You are so beautiful, do you know that?"

A loud beeping noise awakened him.

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Do you want to know more about Deke and his memories of the woman in that one-night-stand?

THE GIFT

On Edna Mae's 40th birthday she buried her controlling father and lost her virginity in a one-night stand with a stranger she never expected to see again. Her life is about to change in more ways than she could have imagined.

Like Cinderella, she had no real life. The world opens for her now that she has no sick parents demanding her attention. Finding new friends and a world she thought had passed her by is wonderful, but there's more!

THE GIFT is story about an old-fashioned woman in a modern world, written in an old-fashioned way.

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www.MaryMarvella.com

Love Lust, and Southern Comfort

Mary is also the author of two paranormal romances,

Haunting Refrain & Forever Love

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Here are the winners of the "I'll Change My Name to Wendy or Tammy" Contest:

Girls Who Bite — Andrea

Veiled Alliance — Fedora

Un, Deux, Trois, Menage! — Karen M

Darkness Captured — Nikki B

Ladies! Congratulations! Send me an email with your snail mail address so I can get these into the mail! ~DD

FIVE WAYS 'TIL SUNDAY is here!

It's here! I'm running to Little Rock this morning, but will be back this afternoon. I'll name the four winners then. In the meantime…

You know how to help an author out, right? At Amazon or Barnes & Noble, click on "Like" and "tag" it. On all sites where you see it, if you read the book, please post a review! Besides buying the book, it's the best way to show your support of an author you like.

And in case you need reminding what the story's all about—I can't wait to hear what you all think about my dirty little story!

Sometimes a man's just gotta call for backup…

Marti Kowalski is all wrong for Officer Jackson Teague—he just won't listen to reason. She didn't finish high school, runs a bar. Has a tattoo and a blue streak in her hair. Yet he still wants to marry her? She can't say she's not tempted, but she's got a bucket list to complete before she ties the knot.

Not just any bucket—more like a fifty-five-gallon drum of sexual wishes so explicit, there's no way one man, even Jackson, can fulfill them all.

When Marti turns him down again, Jackson doesn't give up, he insists on knowing why. That's when she shows him her list. He takes it, thinks about it—and calls on the only men he can trust: four buddies from his academy graduating class.

Between the five of them, he's sure they can come up with a plan to check off every item on her list in one wild, wicked weekend. That is, if she has the nerve to follow through—and if he can bear to share her.

Warning: Five men on a mission to break down the resistance of one determined woman. Author suggest readers keep their significant others on speed dial. Not responsible for accidental 911 calls.

Buy at Samhain

Buy at Amazon

One Day to Five Ways!

Sorry I've been away. Too much has been happening on the home front with my crazy, lovely family—on top of the computer issues. Now that I'm back, I'll be posting the winners of the "I'll Change My Name to Wendy or Tammy" Contest tomorrow! So be sure to enter one last time!

I have a new computer tower installed, but I am still in the middle of getting all my software loaded. It's a royal pain. However, there's no Blue Screen of Death and everything seems to be working well. I had my old computer for three years, so I guess it was about time.

The Red-Headed Hellion is moving today. The house we bought is only five minutes away, but still, I loved walking across the field to her place for a cuppa late at night. That won't be happening as much.

But here's something to brighten up even the rainiest day (which it really is here!).

Five Ways 'Til Sunday releases tomorrow! And it's cram-jam packed with gooey goodness! These are the ingredients: Contemporary, Kink/BDSM, Red Hots!!!, Ménage & More, Men In Uniform. Seriously, will you be able to resist?

Sometimes a man's just gotta call for backup…

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Today's the last day to play at Eden Fantasys online store. I've been their guest all week. Drop by and ask a question and you'll be eligible for a sexy prize!

Four Days to Five Ways!

You do know you can pre-order it, right? And that you can save $1.05 if you do it now? Just wanted to make sure…

I should have my new computer installed tonight. I'm crossing my fingers the Geek Squad had no problems getting all my files and emails from my old hard drive. I'm thinking only positive thoughts. The alternative will make me cry. Not really, but it would be hugely inconvenient if they can't!

Anyway, back to Five Ways. Where'd that title come from? I really don't know. I think one of my muses, the Mr. among the three, came up with it, hoping to make me blush. He should know better by now. Once when I was mad at my daughter, I shouted down the aisle at the grocery store, "Honey, was that supers or ultras?" as I shook a box of tampons at her. Ahhh, such sweet memories.

I don't think you'll have any complaints about this book—other than the fact my cops aren't wearing Wranglers and cowboy hats. But hey, they are cops with cuffs and badges. Next best thing, right?

Meet the boys, ladies!

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Two days later, Jackson sat at his usual table with his buddies in The Emerald Tavern, eyeing Marti's flushed face as she worked the bar. She hadn't glanced his way except once when he'd first arrived.

Things had been strained between them since he'd read the note. Although they'd gone through the motions, the part of their relationship that made it so different than anything he'd experienced before was absent, crushed beneath the strain of the damn list.

"So's the honeymoon over?"

Jackson shot Craig with a stinging glare then scanned the rest of his friends. Thursday was the one day of the week where their schedules allowed them to meet. They slouched in their seats. Condensation glistened on the sides of their beers. Not something that happened often because the first beer was always eagerly consumed.

Absent were the rowdy laughter and crude jokes. Not a single gibe had been aimed his way, even though his attention was snagged, as usual, by the curvy brunette behind the counter.

Beau McIntyre cleared his throat. "Craig said you needed some help with something." Humor glinted in his slanted, dark brown eyes, but his features were difficult to read. Although he was only half Asian, the other half African American, inscrutable was still a word that fit his neutral expression. If he was laughing inside, no hint shown in his dark eyes as he watched Jackson.

Jackson glanced at Craig, frowning, wondering if he'd spilled the beans about The List. "I don't need help with a goddamn thing."

"Yeah," Beau said, his tone dripping sarcasm. "I can see things are peachy between you and Marti. She hasn't been to our table even once. I'd say she's avoiding us."

"She's avoidin' me."



Gus Taggert's seat creaked as he shifted his large frame. "Can't say as I blame her. You're givin' her the stink-eye."

Jackson glanced away from Marti and turned his full attention back to the rest of his friends, flicking to Beau who challenged him with his steady stare, then moving on to the rest of his crew whose varied expressions all showed disapproval or concern.

Gus frowned. He adored Marti and likely thought whatever had happened between them was all Jackson's fault.

Mondo Acevedo's dark eyes glittered with devilment.

Craig's expression was carefully neutral. But then he knew what the problems were.

These were his best buddies. Gus and Craig he'd known since high school, having played varsity football together. They'd met Beau and Mondo in the academy seven years ago and quickly bonded over Saturday touch football and chasing women. He trusted every one of them with his back. But Jesus, could he trust them with his woman?

"Guys, I have a problem."

"We're here for you, Jack," Mondo said, his smile fading as he waited.

"Marti's got some issues."

Mondo's brow arched. "Doesn't everybody?"

"Yeah, but she's got issues with commitment."

Mondo grunted. "You asked her to marry you? She say no?"

Jackson nodded.

"She say why?"

Jackson's cheeks billowed as he blew out a breath. "She gave me a list."

"Of reasons why she won't marry you?"

He grimaced. "No, of things she has to do before she settles down."

Mondo shrugged. "Those things—can they be accomplished here in Memphis?"

"Yeah, I guess. But they're…sexual things. Fantasies."

"And you've got a problem with that?" At Jackson's sudden glower, both of Mondo's eyebrows rose higher. "Does she want to watch you do another guy?"

Jackson huffed. "Fuck no."

"Then what's the freaking problem?"

Jackson cleared his throat, glanced back at Marti to make sure her attention was elsewhere, then pulled the list from his wallet. He handed it to Beau, because he sat nearest. Beau skimmed Marti's long-winded apology. Then he turned it over and took his time reading. When he was done, he didn't look at Jackson, but firmed his mouth into a straight line and passed the note to Mondo who skipped the front and went straight to the list on back. His chuckles were low and dirty, but stopped when Gus elbowed him to pass it along.

Jackson turned in his chair and stared at Marti again, feeling his cheeks burn because his best friends now had a view into Marti's dirty little mind that he had loved keeping as his own private treasure. Jackson didn't like sharing Marti with them. And therein lay the big fat issue.

A cough sounded, drawing his attention back to his crew.

"She serious?" Gus asked, his gaze shooting to Marti like he was seeing her clearly for the first time.

"As a heart attack," he said dryly.

"It's not a long list," Mondo said, his voice tight—no doubt because he was trying not to laugh. "You plan this right, you could take care of every one of them over a long weekend."

Jackson nodded. "I asked for time off. Starting tomorrow."

"Wow." Mondo's lips pursed. His gaze narrowed. "And you're telling us because you need a little help?"

Jackson drew a deep breath. "I don't want it to be strangers. And I need this kept on the down-low."

Beau nodded. "Last thing you'd want is for the whole station house to get wind of it."

"Exactly."

"Craig and I have the strip tomorrow night," Mondo said, fighting a grin. "We could arrange something. Make sure you two aren't arrested."

Gus leaned forward. "I'm off tomorrow night."

Jackson gave him a hard-edged glare.

Gus shrugged, his lips curving slightly at the corners. "It's her list. Sooner we get 'er done…"

Jackson's neck tightened. "Get 'er done?"

Soft laughter erupted around the table.

Gus raised both hands. "One of us has to go first."

Jackson wiped a hand across his face. Shit. They were really going to do this. "All right. You're up tomorrow." He cringed at his word choice as the laughter grew.

Craig cleared his throat. "Saturday, I'll make sure my car's free. But I'm off after midnight."

"Let me know when you're in place, and I'll be there too," Gus said.

"Saturday's gonna be tricky," Beau said. "I'll call in sick. You'll have us all at your beck and call."

Saturday was gonna kill him.

Jackson tapped the list with is forefinger. "Sunday? Maybe if we count just after midnight…"

The men nodded their heads. They wore the same expressions they had when they'd all faced the last physical evaluation at the academy. Pumped. Excited. Determined.

Craig leaned forward in his seat. "Come Monday, bro, she won't have any excuses left."

Five Days to Five Ways!

Two Quick Notes:

* I still have computer issues, but I should have my new box installed tomorrow. In the meantime, if I owed you a response to something, either send me a fresh email or you'll have to wait until I can dig into my old inbox!

* Also, because I'm behind on stuff, the "I'll Change My Name to Wendy or Tammy" Contest" continues for now. Be sure to post a comment to win one of four signed books!~DD

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If you've followed my blog for long, you'll know I love Memphis. I love the music, love the river that flows through it. I love the crazy, "New Orleans" feel of Beale Street. So it was only natural that I dreamed up a series set in that city.

I have four books coming in Delta Heat, all with a number in the title to give you a little hint as to the flavor of the ménage. We're gonna count down until all five of my to-die-for cops have their happy-ever-afters.

I hope you enjoy the opening scene. I promise—it only gets hotter.

Sometimes a man's just gotta call for backup…

Marti Kowalski is all wrong for Officer Jackson Teague—he just won't listen to reason. She didn't finish high school, runs a bar. Has a tattoo and a blue streak in her hair. Yet he still wants to marry her? She can't say she's not tempted, but she's got a bucket list to complete before she ties the knot.

Not just any bucket—more like a fifty-five-gallon drum of sexual wishes so explicit, there's no way one man, even Jackson, can fulfill them all.

When Marti turns him down again, Jackson doesn't give up, he insists on knowing why. That's when she shows him her list. He takes it, thinks about it—and calls on the only men he can trust: four buddies from his academy graduating class.

Between the five of them, he's sure they can come up with a plan to check off every item on her list in one wild, wicked weekend. That is, if she has the nerve to follow through—and if he can bear to share her.

Warning: Five men on a mission to break down the resistance of one determined woman. Author suggest readers keep their significant others on speed dial. Not responsible for accidental 911 calls.

If you're under 18—don't read any further!

Marti Kowalski waved a hand blindly behind her at her desk, swiping the inventory sheets she'd slaved over for two days, and her telephone, to the floor. She didn't care about the mess—or by the crunch—the loss of her phone. Right this moment, she had Jackson where she wanted him—too far gone with want to worry what damage he might cause.

His body was hard; his expression carved to a lustful edge, which promised the kind of sexy interlude she preferred—something spontaneous and surprising.

Even after all the months they'd been seeing each other, he managed to surprise her. Like now. He'd pulled her from the door of the ladies' restroom and goose-stepped her with her arm bent behind her back to the manager's office, growling menacingly into her ear about the wicked things he'd do to her.

Ma'am, keep quiet and I won't hurt you.



She'd shivered at the menace in his voice, but he'd rubbed her hip gently to remind her this was just a game.

She had to hand it to him. He knew what made her hot.

Jackson bent her over her desk and shoved up her blouse. His head ducked to pluck a nipple with his lips, and then he bit it.

"I wasn't expecting you," she gasped, her fingers digging into the rigid Kevlar armor he wore beneath his dark shirt. "You're on duty. Thought you didn't cross that line when you're wearin' the uniform."

His head reared back. His dark eyes flashed. "Shut up, ma'am. You draw any attention, and I might have to get rough."

So he was still playing the role. She widened her eyes. "Please, sir, I'll do anything." She tried to infuse a little angst into her voice, but inside she was laughing uproariously.

A glint of humor in his gaze might have just been the reflection of the overhead light because it quickly extinguished. He bared his teeth. A hand snuck between her thighs. A finger tucked beneath one side of the crotch of her panties and tugged. Elastic stretched and gave. His palm crammed against her bare pussy.

There was no hiding how turned on she was. Not when cream smeared his hand.

"Fuck, you're hot." He drew back, gripped her by the waist and gave her a little shake—just to remind her who was in charge here.

Her head bobbed backward. Her heart skittered at the strength in those large, hard hands. He could so easily hurt her, but was careful to give her just the right kind of pain.

Nostrils flaring, he did a good impression of a criminal intent on doing her bodily harm. She guessed he saw enough of them in his line of work to mimic the look.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Sure this is the way you wanna play it?"

"Baby, don't stop now," Marti moaned.

His grunt accompanied the tightening of his hands on the corners of her hips. He gave no warning and whirled her around, then pushed gently on the back of her neck until she folded over her desk.

Her short leather skirt lifted. Hands gripped her cheeks and squeezed. His mouth pressed against her skin.

She huffed. "What kind of a rapist are you?"

"One with an ass fetish."

She giggled and reached back to push him away, wriggling on the desk like she wanted to escape. "Stop," she whispered huskily. "Stop or you'll be sorry. My boyfriend's a Memphis PD cop."

Another grunt was his only response. He straightened, his hard body rubbing against the back of her thighs and ass. An arm clamped over her lower back, holding her down. A zipper scraped. His cock nudged against her folds, thick, insistent—lord, Jackson was completely into this naughty game. He found her entrance and drove deep inside in a single, merciless thrust.

Her body arched off the desk. "Oh shit!"

"Did I hurt you?" he muttered, deeply embedded, but unmoving.

Didn't he know how to play this game? "You're gonna pay, you bastard," she said with an edge of a sob in her voice, but she wiggled her butt to let him know it was okay to proceed.

He withdrew slowly then stroked deep again. This time his hands slammed the wood on either side of her shoulders. "Stick it up higher, slut," he growled. "My balls are bangin' the desk."

Slut? He'd never called her that before. She held back a chuckle, hoping the playacting wouldn't end too soon. Jackson could only keep his focus up to a certain point. Not that she'd truly mind it when he dropped the act. Knowing she was the reason he couldn't stay in control gave her deep satisfaction. She rose on tip-toe and tilted up her ass.

His cock crowded through juicy, engorged walls, filling her up like no man ever had before. Maybe he really was that big, or maybe she'd never been so excited. Jackson was the best lover she'd ever had—the most adventurous with the most stamina. That his body was ripped like a bodybuilder's only added to his dangerous appeal.

She gave a short, throaty groan. "Ohmygod, that feels incredible."

A knock sounded at the door.

"Go away," she shouted. To Jackson, she whispered, "Hate to say it, but we might have to rush this a bit."

Another, harder rap sounded. "Hey, Jackson, you in there?"

Marti relaxed and pushed backward to take more of Jackson's large cock. It was only his friend, Craig Eason, letting them know he was playing lookout. Not something he hadn't done before.

"Fucker," Jackson bit out, banging her ass faster.

Marti snickered then gasped when he swirled inside her to stroke her most sensitive spot. "Think he knows what we're doin'?"

"He will if you keep making that noise."

"What noise?"

He banged her again. "That bleating noise."

"You sayin' I sound like a goat?"

"More like a fluffy little lamb. It's cute." A kiss landed on the back of her neck. "He'll pick the lock if we don't wrap it up."

Marti widened her stance and tilted just a little more, needing more of her pussy smacked by his sharp, forceful thrusts. "That something he learned at the police academy?"

"Nah. Craig wasn't always a good guy."

Marti suspected Jackson was cut from the exact same cloth. Sure, he was an attentive boyfriend, kind to kids and dogs, but when he looked at her, sometimes she got the feeling there was something deeper and darker lurking in his past. Or maybe it was just the hardened criminals he dealt with, rubbing off on him.

Her pussy swelled, getting hot, and so wet Jackson was swimming in her arousal. She aimed a smile over her shoulder. "Baby, I'm ready to rumble whenever you are."

"Shut up, lady," he said, his voice rough as gravel again. "Think you can take this?"

"Man," she moaned, "my boyfriend's soooo gonna kill you."

Jackson covered her back, jerking his hips to tunnel deeper. "Does he do it for you? Can he do it as good as I can?"

She faced forward to hide her expression. "His cock's bigger."

Laughter shook against her, and she grinned, gripping the far edge of the desk as she tried to hold still under a battery of hard thrusts.

Her inner walls melted all around him. Her pussy pulsed, clasping tightly then weakening, then tightening again. She dragged in deep breaths. "God, Jackson, I'm close."

He hammered harder. "It's okay, baby. I'm right there with you."

Marti pushed up on her arms with her head thrown back as she did indeed bleat a series of soft, staccato moans. Jackson's own noises were more of a dog-like panting. Something she thought odd to think about at a time like this, but he'd made her self-conscious about her sex-sounds.

"Stop thinkin'," he rasped.

"You pant like a dog," she groused.

"I like your bleats. If you didn't do it, I'd know I was doin' something wrong."

"Just finish it." Finish me!

And he did, changing his grip on her hips and shortening his thrusts, sharpening the finish with each precise stroke. Friction burned inside her, fluid gushed to add another juicy aspect to the bumping, bleating, panting cacophony echoing around her tiny office.

A knock sounded again.

"Go away!" they shouted in unison only to hear muffled laughter from the hallway.

The thought of what Craig must be hearing was enough to shoot her over the top. She didn't even try to hold back her strangled scream as she came.

Jackson grunted once more then gave a hoarse shout. Come pulsed inside her.

"I'm so glad we aren't usin' rubbers anymore," she said.

A hoarse bark of laughter jolted her. As she fell from the high, the sharp edge of the desk cut into the bend of her thigh. She eased her heels to the ground and slumped against the sweaty wood.

A hard hand cupped her shoulder. "Keep lookin' straight ahead. Don't move a muscle. I'm gonna back away. You move, you'll be sorry."

"I won't move," she said with a lazy drawl, "but only 'cause I can't."

His cock withdrew. A zipper rasped. The door whooshed open, and she turned in a panic to glance over her shoulder.

Craig stood in the doorframe. His eyebrows shot up.

Jackson shoved his buddy's shoulder. "You can look, bro, but only 'cause she'll like it."

Marti's gaze locked with Jackson's as both men stared at her bent over the desk, her skirt flipped up and her bare ass and pussy pointed right their way.

Jackson winked then pulled Craig by the arm, closing the door behind them as they left.

Facing forward again, she waited until her breathing evened and her legs stopped feeling like rubber then slowly pushed up. Once more, Jackson Teague had surprised her.

Damn, but he really did get her.

@#$%–Computer!

Well, I was supposed to have a wonderful post by the fabulous C.J. Ellison today, but yesterday my computer went on the fritz. The Geek Squad has it now and they are busy porting all my files, including my thousands of emails, to my brand new tower. You take this technology for granted until something goes haywire. Crap! I didn't need another lost day.

I'm working off my laptop for now. The new computer should be ready for pickup on Friday. Maybe by Saturday I'll be ready to rock 'n' roll. In the meantime, I'll give you snippets of the book that's coming out next Tuesday. Stay tuned…

Oh! And if you'd like to grill me with questions about books or the writer's life, check out the interview that's happening on Eden Fantasys. I'll be there through the 20th!

Alluring Tales: WAVES OF SEDUCTION

If you saw last week's post about my sister, Myla's new release, That Voodoo You Do, you might have guessed something is in the works with my Alluring pals. And there is. Every week until Christmas, there will be a new release from every member of the Allure Authors. Be sure to check us out!

Here's this week's release from the wonderful Cathryn Fox! Is this cover not the most beautiful thing you've seen in a while? Click on the cover to purchase!

When a mermaid saves a drowning man she unleashes a tidal wave of passion that could destroy her very world.

Ella, a mermaid from Dualii, a kingdom deep below the sea, has returned to the quaint coastal town of Crystal Cove, Nova Scotia, a place where she'd once saved a drowning boy. Except when she sees the teenager from her past, she knows he is anything but a boy. He is a man, one who taunts her body and heart in the most inexplicable ways and has her questioning her very future.

As he stands naked beneath the full moon Ella knows she must have him—before she returns home and succumbs to her arranged marriage. Despite the rules set in place for her kind, rules to protect the identity of her people, she decides a blatant seduction is in order. With her body beckoning his touch, Ella lays herself bare as everything inside her urges her to experience his personal brand of lovemaking—just once—before she wipes his mind of their encounter and returns to her underwater world forever.

Except when the heat they generate hinders her abilities to strip his memories and everything in his touch stirs her soul, Ella knows she wants to turn fantasy into long term reality. But when she finds years of research papers, she understands that not only does his study of mythical creatures threaten their future, he is the one man who can destroy her very kind.

Waves of Seduction, Excerpt

After replenishing her life force, Ella returned to the boat house to climb back into the oversized shorts and t-shirt she'd borrowed from a stranger's clothesline earlier that morning. Even though she hated to take things that didn't belong to her, she couldn't very well walk around town naked.

Once dressed she made her way back to the private dock, to await the handsome man from her past. Nervousness invaded her stomach when she finally spotted him coming her way, returning to his ocean-side cottage after a long, hard swim out to sea. Her mind raced with questions while her skin prickled with uneasy anticipation.

Would he recognize her after all this time?

Steeling herself she stood back and observed him as he gripped the dock and lifted his long lean torso from the sea. Water dripped from his magnificent body and when his glistening eyes locked on hers, she sucked in a sharp breath, the pull between them every bit as powerful today as it was all those years ago. Ella watched him and waited, anxious to see how he'd react to her.

He slowly climbed to his feet and when he reached his full height, towering a good foot over her, his brow furrowed in bewilderment, clearly taken aback to find someone on his dock.

Surprise on his face, he reached for his clothes. "How…who?"

"It's been too long," Ella murmured under her breath as she gazed at his nakedness. It made her want to shed her own clothes, to return to her natural form.

With his hand hovering over his pants, confusion clouded his eyes and he glanced at the distant houses dotting the dark cove. "Do I know—" then suddenly, before he even completed his sentence, his head spun back to her, his clothes forgotten as awareness dawned on his face.



Ella held her breath and waited.

He stood up, his gaze darting to her legs. At first surprise registered in his eyes—then perhaps a bit of disappointment when he glimpsed her land legs instead of her sea tail—but then…well…then something else seemed to take possession of him. As a very sexual being herself, Ella knew exactly what that something else was. Desire.

Instead of going for his clothes, his eyes leisurely trailed upward again, visually caressing her body in a way that made her tremble. She could feel his heat reaching out to her, caressing her and pulling her under like a warm, rogue wave.

"It's you," he whispered, his voice husky from both desire and amazement. "Jesus, it's really you."

As years of yearning for this man twisted her insides, she bit back a breathy moan, elated that he'd recognized her, but even more thrilled to hear the need lacing his voice. It was that need that spoke volumes and told her that he hadn't forgotten about her either.

"Yes, it's me," she returned without regard for the secrets of her people, but knowing that come morning she'd wipe his mind of her no matter how hard it would be. She realized she wanted him to remember her, wanted him to reminisce about their time together after she disappeared beneath the sea, the same way she would think about every moment of this stolen night, when she was locked in a loveless marriage.

A low tortured noise sounded in his throat and pain haunted his eyes when he asked, "Where have you been?"

Ella took a tentative step closer, craving so much from this man. "All that matters is that I'm here now."

His gaze moved over her face, assessing her. "I've been looking for you," he murmured and she didn't miss the tremor in his voice, the undeniable need lacing his words when he added, "I've been searching for so long now."

Desperate to know more—everything—about him, she rushed out, "What's your name?"

"Liam. Liam Jackson."

"Liam," Ella repeated thinking it was the most beautiful name she'd ever heard. "I'm Ella."

His smile was slow, shaky when he admitted, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, Ella." Just hearing him say her name for the first time and knowing he'd been thinking about her all these years filled her with a new kind of want.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either," she admitted honestly and as her body beckoned his touch, she placed her hand on his shoulder in a means to hurry along the intimacy. She wanted him, had needed him for so long now that she didn't want to waste one more glorious second of the night.

He stroked her arm and she shivered beneath his touch, the strange bond between them tremendous, even after all this time. "I never had the chance to thank you."

Ella smiled, "Seeing you alive and here today is thanks enough."

His brows furrowed and conflicting emotions passed over his eyes. "What took you so long to come back?"

Ella frowned, unsure of what to say. How could she tell him that meeting him like this was forbidden, and that after tonight, after she wiped his memory—something she should have done fifteen years ago, yet couldn't seem to bring herself to do—he'd never remember her again?

He stepped back to examine her, his gaze heartily drinking her in. She could tell by the look on his face that he was still shocked to find her standing on his dock.

"You're just as beautiful as I remember," he whispered and everything in the way he studied her promised of something far more intimate. "Except now you're all grown up."

His beauty took her breath away and there was nothing she could do to stop her body from quaking, but she knew she wasn't just reacting to him physically. Even though it wasn't logical, and they were from diverse worlds, she wanted this man on a whole different level.

Her breath grew shallow as she looked at his nakedness. "So are you."

He studied her face and suddenly seemed unsure. She could almost hear the wheels spinning as his mind raced with unanswered questions. "That day, that day you saved me, you took off before I had a chance—" She touched her fingertip to his mouth to silence him.

"Shhh…"

He closed his mouth, instantly understanding now was not the time for questions.

Another shiver moved through her and he must have mistaken it for something else. He stepped closer and gathered her into his arms like it was the most natural thing for him to do. Her body molded into his and she felt his blatant need as his cock pressed against her stomach.

His soft whisper covered her like a blanket and she could sense his trepidation when he asked, "Are you okay?"

As she looked up at him she feared she'd never be okay again, especially if she followed through with her plan to seduce him. But she'd come too far to back down now, and it was clear just how much—and for how long—they both wanted each other.

Taking care with her ankle, which pained less thanks to the sea water, she moved against his hard body, letting him know why she was here, what she really wanted, no needed, from him.

"Ella," he whispered in a shaky voice, and everything in the quiet way he spoke her name brought them to a deeper level of intimacy. It was as if they'd known each other their entire lives. Then again, perhaps they had, perhaps the time they'd both spent thinking of the other helped counteract the time they'd spent apart and made this reunion feel all the more familiar to them.

Off in the distance the sound of laughter broke the silence of the night. Even though they were draped in darkness on his dock, hidden from probing eyes, it was still a reminder that they weren't really alone. Without concealing his erection, Liam stepped back and gathered her hand into his.

His gaze panned her face, searching for answers and the intent look in his eyes spoke of such need and desire it made her insides quiver. "Can you stay?"

"For a little while," she answered. "But then I—"

He didn't let her finish. Instead he slid his fingers through her damp hair and dropped his mouth to hers. Her body pulsed with pent-up need as his warm salty lips met hers and stole her ability to think straight.

Giving in to her baser urges, she opened for him, granting him entry while she savored the incredible taste of his mouth. His kiss was so tender, so achingly gentle that it took her by surprise. His hands circled her waist to draw her in tighter, and when her body became pliable in his arms, letting him know in no uncertain terms what she wanted, a low growl of longing sounded in his throat.

Her nipples tightened with arousal and pressed against his bare chest, her body needing more—so much more…

Guest Blogger: Jasmine Haynes

The "I'll Change My Name to Wendy or Tammy" Contest ends tomorrow!

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Thanks so much for having me, Delilah!

I'm Jasmine Haynes, www.jasminehaynes.com, author of classy contemporary erotic romance and also the Max Starr series, www.jbskully.com. I also write humor as Jennifer Skully, www.jenniferskully.com. My latest novel, What Happens After Dark is the second book in my sexy DeKnight trilogy, the series continues with the characters from Past Midnight, this time giving you Bree Mason's story, the accountant for DKG, my make-believe company. The third book in the trilogy, The Principal's Office, will be out next February.

Bree's is a dark story, seething with emotions, about love, sex, life, death, illness, and tragedy. Though a novelist's stories are, by definition, make-believe, a writer can't help but put bits and pieces from his or her own experience. That's what makes every story unique, even when it has exactly the same subject matter. In my college creative writing class, the teacher challenged each of us to write a story using exactly the same premise and setup (basically a back of the book blurb). You would not believe how different they all were. It was amazing. So, some of the things that happen in this book were influenced by events in my life. I lost my father twenty years ago this Thanksgiving. He died of lung cancer. It was a very difficult time. This is where my experience with hospice comes from, which you'll read about in the book. Hospice is an amazing group made up of professionals and volunteers who provide support, both physical and mental to the dying and to their families. I can't say enough about what the people from hospice did for my mother, myself, my whole family—and especially my father—during this time in our lives. Their kindness made each day just a little more bearable. I think I've wanted to write a story involving hospice ever since, to show what a great organization it is. But the right novel has to come along. For me, it was Bree's story, where she has to deal with the illness of a loved one. She relies on the love of one good man to help her through. I hope that I have done hospice justice in this tale.

Here's a blurb on What Happens After Dark, A DeKnight Novel, Book 2.

By day she's a mild-mannered accountant.

After dark, she's a willing slave to his wildest fantasies.

Bree Mason longs to be a successful career woman, but secrets keep her chained to the past, afraid to take that next step. And at night, her frustrations are released by the domineering Luke Raven, who gives her what she asks for and more in a sensuous game of master and slave…

But to take control of her life, Bree will have to look within and face the demons of her past. Luke knows the ins and outs of Bree's body, knows what makes her gasp and sigh and beg. But now he's willing to push their relationship to the limit—to stand by her side in the light of day and take the greatest risk of all…for love.

You can find an excerpt on my blog, www.jasminehaynes.blogspot.com. I'm also doing a free read on the blog so I'll hope you'll want to stop by each week for a new chapter.