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Last pics and last day to enter!

Today's the last day of the contest to win the eGift Certificate. You have to post a comment to win!

I was surprised. I didn't take all that many pictures this trip. Maybe it was because of the weather. Or maybe it was because I'm a little jaded. My cruise last year with Sasha was sooooo much fun and the weather was completely awesome. I will admit that cruise travel isn't really my cup of tea. I much prefer flying to one place and taking trains/renting a car to see the surrounding area. Port calls just don't leave you time to explore.

These are the last pics I'll share. Tomorrow I'll be back with a winner and news about a new book.

Believe it or not, this cruise was work-related. Here's proof (just in case Mr. Taxman is reading!). From left to right is Erika from Avon, Eric from Tor, and Wanda and Adam from Harlequin.

My favorite view. Really. The ninth deck at the back of the boat wasn't a hopping place, which was what I often needed. I liked standing there and just breathing the sea air and forgetting that there were 2500 other people crawling over the same boat. I'm such an introvert!

After debarking, this was the sight as our shuttle bus pulled up to the airport. There were easily a dozen police cars covering the entrance. But the cops were only standing around. No guns were drawn. Not sure what was up, but it was an interesting end to the journey.

So today, you get to make up a reason for why all those cop cars

were covering the entrance to airport!

Cozumel!

The contest continues. See note at the bottom of this entry!

Okay, so the title of this post is more exciting than the pictures from Cozumel. The cruise ship docked. Passengers debarked and entered a small shopping area that was suspiciously pristine. Cyndi and I walked the length of the shopping area, then crossed the road. Immediately, we realized that not all of Cozumel was brightly painted and clean—and since nothing appealed, we turned around and shopped our brains out. So yeah, I didn't take a lot of pics.

The best part of the day was Cyndi! She taught me to haggle.

Our boat's the one on the left. Massive things, aren't they?!

Anyone who has cruised knows that one of the fun things the room steward's do

is make these little towel pets.

So guess what each of these is supposed to be. Remember, yesterday's contest continues today—but you have to comment!

Cruise Pictures and a Contest!

***Contest! Post a comment on my blog and you're entered. Contest ends Sunday, so post every day for more chances to win! The Prize? A $25.00 gift certificate from Amazon.com!**

Here are a few pics from the first 24-hours of my cruise to Key West and Cozumel!

Miami from the sea!

Taken from the dock at Key West on Friday morning!

Cyndi is the one who dragged me on the cruise. She sent an email and begged me to come. She really had to twist my arm hard! First thing we did on Key West was rent a little electric car. So worth it!

Key West is packed with cute little shops, overaged hippies and really cute houses!

This is the one I want!

Pretty little cottages all in a row.

Do you get the feeling the Westies know how to enjoy life?

Pirate sighting!

Cyndi and I sped around the island in our little car (okay, the fastest we could go was 20 mph) and took in the sights. Some. Mostly, we shopped! We picked up art work. I bought a pendant made from the silver from the sunken Spanish galleon, the Atocha. At the end of the day, we were ready to head back to the ship for a rest.

I keep wondering what Captain Booty's story is. Maybe y'all can help me make one up. Why would a man dress in a red-sequined pirate outfit with a stuffed rooster on his head?

Guest Blogger: Pam Champagne

WHERE IS MAINE?

by Pam Champagne

I often wonder if Maine is part of the United States of America. CNN news and weather seldom mention us. Their national weather map stops at lower New Hampshire and Vermont. Perhaps they think Maine is part of Canada? Or perhaps we aren't media sensational as other States during blizzards, ice storms and floods. Oh wait! We did make national news when the ski lift fell at Sugarloaf. The media loves tragedies or potential tragedies and such.

Granted, Maine's population is low. The majority of Maniacs are self-sufficient with generators and woodstoves, so are able to survive a week or more, if not forever, without electricity. I'd guess there's no news if people aren't freezing or starving to death. If your vehicle goes off the road, you either winch it out or wait for the next truck to come along and pull you out.

A few years back, I recall a contestant on the Wheel of Fortune won an island off the coast of Maine. The winner asked, "Where is Maine?" Pat Sajak replied he wasn't quite sure, but thought it was "in the northeast somewhere." I'm not making this up folks. It's the God's honest truth.

There have been rumblings in Maine about dividing the State into two States. About 75 percent of the population lives from Portland south. In my opinion, this area is an extension of Massachusetts, since many of the people who live there relocated from southern New England "to move to the country." News flash! They brought the rat race they hoped to escape in their luggage.

The vast majority of residents of central Maine get by and the ones in northern Maine for the most part are impoverished. They work seasonal jobs and collect unemployment for much of the year. Tough new fishing laws hurt these coastal residents. The Go Green movement has hurt our logging industry, which is strange since trees are a renewable resource. Shoe shops, once the main employer in Maine, are for the most part extinct thanks to our Asian imports. My Dad actually raised his family by hand sewing in a shoe factory.

Many celebrities and Fortune 500 people have seasonal homes on the coast and their taxes keep the towns running smoothly. On the downside, locals have to pay those taxes too.

I'm lucky to live within commuting distance of Bangor (takes me an hour or more), so my skills as a legal secretary enabled me to find a job. Many aren't so lucky. Yet, for all its hardships, I can't imagine living anywhere else. I can be in the wilderness and mountains or the beautiful coast in about 2 hours. Who could ask for more?

For a taste of life in Downeast Maine, one of the poorest areas in our State, check out my book, Bed of Lies. If you're not familiar with Maine, you will be enlightened.

I'm baaacck!

I have pictures to share, but I haven't even unpacked my suitcase yet. Today, I'll be doing the after fun-time blitz: loading photos, washing clothes, storing suitcases, cleaning my room and my Beta's fishbowl (stinky!), and catching up on email. Tomorrow, I have a guest, but Thursday, I'll be back with a contest and some fun clips of the cruise.

Thanks to all my guest bloggers while I was gone. Can't wait to catch up with what's been happening in everyone else's lives!

Guest Blogger: Taige Crenshaw

The Ah Hah Moment

By Taige Crenshaw

In my opinion what makes the difference between an ok book and a great one is that all-important "ah hah" moment.

So what is an "ah hah" moment?

Ah Hah Moment ~ Taige Crenshaw Definition:

A moment that elevates a story beyond just a book to a book that makes the reader remember a line or scene that makes them go back to it time and again. This is a true keeper book that has wear and tear from continued reading. The book you buy multiple copies of and don't lend it to anyone.

These "ah hah" moments aren't only in books. They can extent much further than that. They also happen in movies, TV shows and things that happen in your everyday life. In movies and TV shows these "ah hah" moments are those you remember and discuss with others. This is what happened to me recently. Some friends and I were discussing some of our favorite shows and movies. I noticed that each person had an "ah hah" moment when they talked about their show or movie they liked. In the everyday instances they ranged from falling in love, loss, and just a feel good or bad thing. Whenever I talk with others it is interesting hearing all these moments that resonated with each person.

No matter that type of "ah hah" they all had one thing in common – they leave a lasting impression. Resonate with you long after done.

Now back to books. So what makes an "ah hah" book? There is no sure formula. It has to be something that resonates with the reader. For me an "ah hah" moment is what makes the story more real. A book that from the first line they capture me. To that last line that makes me feel not only content but when I go to sleep I dream of the book. And long after that last word I think of what I read. Give me everything. Emotions laid bare. Build the setting so I can feel it like I am there. Bring me along with the characters step by step. Give me a plot that is intriguing and makes me flip the pages.

Then the most important thing of all "ah hah" me. Give me something in the story that will flip that special figurative switch inside. This will bring reading to an all-new level. When you hit that "ah hah" level you are on my automatic must buy and read now list. Again we go back leaving a lasting impression. One that resonates with the reader.

As a reader I seek out that "ah hah" moment in books. Those books are keeper ones that line my shelves and I read often. As a writer I strive to give the reader that "ah hah' moment. Since reading is so varied and goes by what resonates with the reader I don't succeed with everyone. Yet when I do with even just one reader I feel I have done what I set out to do – given that "ah hah" moment that will make me a keeper for a reader. I have a few readers who have contacted me letting me know that my story resonated with them in someway. That is it's own "ah hah" moment that makes me as a writer proud.

What are some of your "ah hah" moments in books?

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Taige Crenshaw is a multi-published author with books available at Ellora's Cave Publishing, Liquid Silver Books, Loose Id, and Total-E-Bound. Taige has been enthralled with the written word from time she picked up her first book. It wasn't long before she started to make up her own tales of romance. With novels set in today, in alternate dimensions, or in the future she writes with adventure, fun sassy heroine's, and sexy hero's. Always hard at work creating new and exciting places Taige can be found curled up with a hot novel with exciting characters when she is not creating her own. Join her in the fun, frolic, interesting people and far reaches of the world in her novels. You can find out more about Taige at her website: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com or blog: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/blog.

Wilde Seduction – What happens when a woman who doesn't know how to relax meets a man whose lust for life will change her and make all her deepest desires come to life?

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Guest Blogger: V. J. Devereaux

Heroes…

Okay, I have a confession to make. I'm huge fan of Survivor, but not for the usual reasons. To be honest, I wasn't at first, the idea of a bunch of people trying to out-nasty each other just didn't do it for me. One show, though, was different. I won't give the season because it doesn't really matter. They were having one of their challenges, a test of strength and endurance, this one involved bags of sand. All the attention was on the two big muscle men on the show. Neither of them won. Instead it was the quiet lawyer who was the leader of one of the tribes. He didn't make a big deal out of it, he just stood, endured and got the job done. The fact that he was sort of cute in a lean and sexy way didn't hurt. (Yes, I wrote a book about him, but not the one I'm talking about today.)

From then on I was hooked. Not on the 'stars' but on those people, the ones in the background, the ones who get the job done. Once or twice, they've even won.

My heroes have always been different. One of my favorite authors was mystery author and ex-jockey Dick Francis. For many reasons not least of which that I loved his heroes. They were simple stories of good men trying to do the right thing against all odds. They weren't anti-heroes nor were they your classic hero types. They weren't snide or mean, they didn't sneer or smirk, they just got the job done. Stand-up guys, the ones who are there when you need them.

He was the only three-time winner of the Edgar awards and a romance story in his own right. He was deeply in love with his wife, who was his researcher on many of his stories until her death. When she died, he was heartbroken and retired until his son Felix got him writing again. He and Felix wrote three stories together before Dick Francis died. Now he is reunited with his Mary.

There are a lot of people who write stories of Alpha males, of dominance and whatnot and they write them really well, so I think I'll let them keep doing that. *grin* I want to write stories of good guys, of strong men who defy all the odds, strong men who respect strong women. I liked 300 for the same reasons, that Leonidas was a great King, powerful and sexy, with a strong Queen.

So, you're asking, how does a book about Demons fit in there? Aren't Demons the bad guys? Especially Asmodeus, the Prince of Demons himself?

I had started writing the story of Asmodeus because a lot of people were writing stories of vampires and werewolves and I wanted to do something different. (And I'd written one myself.) Just as suddenly I started noticing there were lots of stories about big bad demons popping up.

Well now, that's the other thing. I don't tend to write anything the way anyone expects. I like to put a new spin on things, look at them from a different perspective. So from there I went to, what if? What if everything everyone thought or was taught about demons was wrong? As a student of history I knew that over the centuries various groups have been 'demonized' for reasons that were just as varied, tribe, religion or race, or a bad case of I just don't like you or I want what you have.

And then I had it, that first scene, when Gabriel, the heroine, meets Asmodeus for the first time. It was clear and sharp in my mind's eye.

The stage or platform area captured her attention. She was transfixed, riveted by what she saw there. Her heart seemed to stop.

Spotlighted in the center of that vast chamber was without question the most magnificent specimen of masculine beauty she had ever seen in her life.

Hair as dark and glossy as a raven's wing streamed as smooth and straight as a ruler to his broad shoulders, framing a face that might have been carved by a master sculptor. Every line was clean, perfect, from his broad forehead to his high cheekbones with their deep hollows, from his finely bridged nose to the defined line of his square jaw. His mouth was a thing of beauty—firm, neither too thin nor too lush. There would probably be dimples if he smiled.

Completely naked from the top of his horned head to his clawed feet, it was impossible for her to miss any part of him.

All six foot five or six or so of gleaming muscle, silken hair, rampant… Oh, sorry…

Didn't I say I don't tend to write your standard leather clad Alpha males? I don't and he isn't.

He was naked. *grin*

Did I say he wasn't sexy? No.

It probably doesn't hurt that Asmodeus is not only gorgeous but has some mad skills in bed and out. And up against the wall, among other places. Then somehow, something else was introduced into the mix. When I wrote it I was a little concerned because he has some…uh…extra…assets. Then I read a few books by other authors and stopped worrying. He wasn't given the title Demon of Lust for nothing. The boy is talented. That little something extra doesn't hurt either.

To find out more, you'll have to read Demon's Kiss, coming from Ellora's Cave this week on January 26, the first book in a possible series called Demon Allure. You'll also learn about the Book of Demons and meet battered, scarred Ashtoreth, the hero of book two. But that's for another day. For now, I hope you enjoy Demon's Kiss.

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Book 1 in the Demon Allure series.

F.B.I. Agent Gabriel Nicholas is kidnapped and dragged into a vast, underground chamber. Spotlighted in the center of that room is something—someone?—quite unbelievable. He's also, without doubt, the most magnificent specimen of masculine beauty she has ever seen. He is absolutely stunning.

Despite the circumstances, Gabriel burns to touch all that gorgeous, gleaming skin—a living palette of shifting red and black. She wants to run her fingers through his silken, ebony hair, feel those strong hands on her flesh.

He is Asmodeus, the Demon of Lust, legend come to life. But Gabriel soon realizes that Asmodeus is just as much a captive as she is.

Saturday Snippet: Bad Mood

Let's see… It's Saturday, so I must be in Mexico! I'll be thinking of you, although you may have the last laugh. The forecast is for rain!

I know I've shown you this excerpt before, but when the topic for today was listed as "Bad Mood", there wasn't another scene I've written lately that better describes it. True's an ornery, grumpy man. Enjoy! I'll be back on Tuesday! ~DD

Two men plus one woman equals three bodies on fire…

True Wyatt's hands are going to be full enough keeping the herd alive through the dead of winter. The last thing he needs to hear is that his brother Lonny has rented out their isolated hunting cabin to a reclusive writer—especially a sassy, disaster-prone brunette. Who has the time to babysit a city girl until Spring?

With a deadline looming, erotica writer Honey Cahill is looking forward to six distraction-free weeks to finish her next book. However, between Lonny's flirty sensuality and True's hard-edged intensity, the Wyatt brothers set the stage of her imagination for a winter of wicked delights.

The fire that destroys the cabin, though, is as real as it gets. Forced to seek a bed under True and Lonny's roof, the temptation to experiment—all in the name of research, of course—is overpowering. One night in their arms doesn't feel like enough; it feels like more. Particularly with one cowboy who fires all her cylinders…

Warning: It's a Devlin ménage—expect men with stamina and not an ounce of mercy to behave like sex gods, and the lucky woman to love every minute of it. A little domination goes a long, long way…

True Wyatt prided himself on control—control over the multitude of responsibilities that came with riding herd over a successful ranch; control over his brother, who thought life should be enjoyed rather than conquered; and control over the desires he'd kept in rein since the demise of his marriage. And yet, the sight that greeted him this cold winter day told him he'd only been fooling himself.

From his perch high atop the ridge overlooking the lonely cabin, True Wyatt watched the shapely brunette as she made another trip to her car to pull boxes and suitcases from her backseat, one after the other. Grumpily, he wondered how she'd managed to stuff so much inside a Corolla. The trunk had held a similar assortment of printer-paper-sized boxes, which she'd manhandled into the house, her face growing rosy with exertion.

Despite the biting wind, she'd dispensed with her down coat and wore only a sweater with a crew neck, the sleeves pushed off her wrists. The dark blue knit hugged her upper torso, defining a lovely bosom and narrow waist. Every time she bent to pull out another box her designer jeans hugged her small rounded bottom, and his loins tightened.

Which annoyed the hell out of him. Fact was, he wished he could turn his horse away and pretend he hadn't noticed trouble had arrived on his mountain. He knew exactly who to blame. His anger smoldered like hot coals ready to erupt into a full blaze. The clop of hooves approaching behind him carried just the fuel to add to the fire.

"Did you know?" True barked without glancing back.

"Know what?" his brother asked, humor underlying his slow drawl as he pulled up alongside him.

"That our tenant is a woman."

"Sure did. I'm surprised that you're surprised since I gave you a copy of her book. Picture's right there on the back cover."

The book in question sat on the credenza in True's office. Exactly where his brother had left it two days ago. The fact he hadn't bothered turning it over made True's cheeks heat. Dammit.

Lonny had asked him just last night if he'd read the story. The wicked gleam in his eyes when he'd said it should have clued True in that his little brother was enjoying a joke at his expense.

"You do know this is gonna complicate things. If we weren't busy enough after letting go of the seasonal hands, now we have to babysit—"

"She's not looking for anyone to babysit her, True. Said she wants the privacy to finish up a book."

True speared him with a glare. "We can't leave her alone. What the hell does she know about surviving a winter in high country?"

"Probably not any more than the male author you thought you were gettin'."

True gritted his teeth as Lonny's mouth stretched into a gleeful smile.

"Tell the truth. You planned on having to check up on Mr. H.A. Cahill. You don't trust tenderfoots."

"But I wouldn't be as worried. If a man's stupid enough to get himself into trouble out here, it's a damn shame, but not something I'd lose sleep over. But she's…" He waved his hand toward the woman hopping down the steps for another load.

Her breasts bounced enticingly, distracting him from what had to be said.

At Lonny's chuckle, he swung back with a narrowed gaze. "It's not safe. Does she know she could be shut in for a month? That bears and wolves pretty much think a cabin is a drive-through?"

"The bears are hibernating. She'll be gone before they stir. And you know wolves are shy of humans."

"Does she know how to shoot a gun? Dammit, does she even own one?"

Lonny shrugged. "I asked if she needed me to leave one. She gave me a funny look."

True cursed. "You show her how to light that cantankerous stove?"

"Showed her twice."

The woman bent, reaching deep to the back floorboard of her car. Her sweater rode up, exposing a set of deep dimples right above her sweetly curved ass.

"Electricity's bound to go out," True muttered.

"There's plenty of gas in the shed for the generator. 'Sides, she said candlelight gets her in the mood."

True's gaze swiveled back.

Lonny raised the hand not holding his reins. "For writing her stories. Although gotta wonder myself if she wasn't talking about more. Her book was damn hot."

"You thinking to give her inspiration?" True growled, his voice rising.

"Well, she did invite me down for a meal…" At True's deepening scowl, he flashed a grin. "Out of gratitude. Said when Leroy's hunting cabin went up in that brushfire her plans for a retreat were all shot to hell. She's forever in my debt." He waggled his eyebrows at the last statement.

True looked away, hoping to keep from saying something really nasty, because for whatever reason, the thought of his brother with the curvy woman below made him feel even meaner.

When he glanced back down the hill, his gut clenched. H.A. Cahill had stacked two boxes and was walking slowly toward the porch. The height of her burden was taller than the top of her head.

"Dammit," he cussed and nudged his horse forward. She was gonna break her neck—and on his property. Sooner he helped her get inside, the sooner he could move on to more important things, like moving the last of the cattle to the box canyon where they'd stay to weather the worst of the winter.

As his horse picked its way down the slope, he kept sending darting glares her way, willing her silently to stay put. The brief thaw they'd experienced the past week had ended. Snow clung to patches of shaded earth, but had melted away everywhere else, leaving mud and slicks of slush. However, today's cold snap was re-freezing the ground, the roads—the damn steps.

She slowed as she approached the steps, kicking out one booted toe to find them. Then tentatively, she stepped up. His worst fear was realized when she took another step and her foot slid out from under her. She toppled backward to the ground, giving a startled yelp as her boxes opened and the wind carried away pages of paper.

He kicked his horse's sides, hurrying him down, ignoring the pounding of his brother's horse behind him.

Before his own palomino came to a full halt beside the woman struggling to sit, he was out of his saddle and glaring down.

Ready to tear into her for her carelessness, he opened his mouth—but a strange thing happened. One look into her cornflower blue eyes, and his breath hitched. The caustic complaint he was about to voice stuck in his throat.

"You must be the brother," she said breathlessly, her voice impossibly chipper for a woman who looked as though she'd gotten the wind knocked right out of her. "True, right? Your parents…got really creative with…your names," she gasped. "I like that. Don't be surprised…if they turn up in a book somewhere." And then she grinned.

True's dick hardened in one blazing instant, and he knew with a fatalistic certainty just what kind of books she wrote.

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

Eliza Gayle

Leah Braemel

Jody Wallace

Lauren Dane

Lissa Matthews

Mari Carr

McKenna Jeffries

Shelli Stevens

Taige Crenshaw

TJ Michaels

Guest Blogger: Adele Dubois

Freed by HD

by Adele Dubois

"No one looks good in HD", an actor said on TV. I had to laugh at his remark, because it's true. High definition resolution shows every flaw on an actor's skin. Scars, pimples, lines and moles that make-up and filtered lenses used to hide are impossible to cover in high def.

Seemingly overnight, celebrities have transformed from impossibly perfect icons into regular people dressed in their Sunday best. We're able to see them as they really are—flaws and all—and I find the change refreshing. It not only removes the impossible standards women, especially, are pressured to emulate, but also levels the playing field for us authors, who never had the benefit of filtered lenses, plastic surgery or make-up artists in the first place.

At book signings, I always wonder how readers see the people behind the stories. We authors aren't celebrities like the actors on TV. We're more like the man behind the curtain in Oz, whose stories might intrigue us, but whose appearance might sometimes be better left a mystery. As long as there have been books, there have been ordinary people behind the stories. Our imaginations, not our physical forms, are what inspire readers.

I like that high definition television has opened the wizard's curtain and let us see actors a bit clearer. It makes life so much easier for the rest of us.

REV ME TWICE Summary:

Crystal is a bad, bad girl in the most delicious ways. She tries to be good and is tempted to commit to her Navy MP boyfriend, Tomas, but has no experience with an exclusive relationship or healthy family structure. She likes her life as a cable TV stripping weather girl and sex party host, and resists conforming to the traditional lifestyle Tomas craves. Without her weekly ménages and wild orgies, can she become the partner Tomas wants?

When Crystal receives death threats, a media frenzy erupts. During a break-in, the threatening letters are stolen, erasing evidence that thwarts an arrest. Tomas sports Crystal away on his Harley to protect her, but a deadly crash changes everything. Faced with the choice between self-interest and self-sacrifice, Crystal must decide if she will embrace a new life with Tomas or walk away.

Buy The Book!

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Guest Blogger: Shelli Stevens (Contest)

Hello all, and thanks to Delilah for letting me blog here today!

So sometimes when an author writes a story they have a playlist of music they listen to. It can vary depending on what they're writing (genre, heat level, etc.)

I tend to go back and forth. Sometimes a list demands to be made for a book, sometimes not. Sometimes I listen to rain meditation music because I can zone out and just type. Tonight I've turned off everything because we're having a windstorm and I love the sound of the wind whistling through the tree branches.

My most recent book out is a Command and Control, a novella from Samhain. It's the second book in my Holding out for a Hero series. The series follows three brothers in a small town, all who've chosen heroic careers to go into, and they're journey in finding love.

My hero in Command and Control is Trevor. He's my army guy. He's a war veteran, and he has some serious baggage. This book didn't really have a playlist, it had a song. Hammerhead by The Offspring. I kind of stumbled on it and really loved it. It worked for my hero. It was his song. It showed his frustration. His anger. His struggles. (Disclaimer: The end of the song gets kind of weird and there's debate on whether this song is about a soldier, or more of school shooters type of thing. I went for soldier. I tend to just skip that little last bit of the song.)

Anyway, that's a little peek at Trevor and this book. Leave a comment and I'll have Delilah draw a winner to receive an ebook off my backlist!