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1 Day to Breaking Leather!

NaNo Day 21:

Viking-2—2172 words

TW—1308 words

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One for remembrance…one for healing…and one to seal her heart forever.

Chrissi Page has tried to find one man who heats her bed the way the Kinzie brothers did one shameful night years ago. She's failed miserably, leaving her with no choice but to bank that inner fire—and keep a lid on her inner bad girl.

She'd been weak, unable to choose between three men who appealed to her in different ways. And when they'd confronted her as a tease, anger had boiled over into a passion so wild, she's still trying to live it down.

Since that night, Ezra, Cade and Joshua have individually sown their wild oats with pretty much the entire available female population of Two Mule, Texas. Yet nothing erases the attraction they still feel for Chrissi. And when she ends up stranded on the road near their ranch, it's their last chance to turn their mutual obsession into an unusual proposition.

One weekend, three on one. If she can't stand the heat, they'll let her go on with her life. And try to find a way to live with the hole she'll leave behind in theirs.

Warning: A girl who thinks she can't have it all, and three brothers who set out to prove otherwise. One on one, two on one, and three on one; bondage in the wild; a bit of riding crop action. And a pickup truck load of emotion.

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Josh Kinzie watched the truck drive along the last hundred yards of gravel road before bumping over a cattle guard and into the fenced yard. He made out two figures in the cab—the bear-like figure of his brother and a slender, dark-haired feminine one sitting beside him.

Ezra had done it. Gotten Chrissi into the truck. With a little help from him. While Chrissi had been busy with Ms. Dunstan, he'd been busy making sure her radiator hose sprang a leak.

He pulled the reins to the right, whipping his horse around, and let out a loud "Yee-haw!" before racing toward the house. He pulled back when he neared the front porch and slid from the saddle to the ground in one fluid glide.

Cade sat on the top step, squinting against the sun as he watched the truck come to a stop. "We may still hit a snag, bro."

Josh glanced back at the truck. The couple inside appeared to be arguing.

"Not a good sign if he can't even get her out of the truck," Cade muttered.

Josh snorted, not too worried. He remembered how Ezra and Chrissi bumped heads in the old days. "Ezra may not be one for sweet-talk, but he does have a way of makin' the ladies do exactly what he wants. Eventually."

Cade grunted. "Chrissi's grown a metal-plated backbone."

"Our girl's all grown up."

They shared a glance, but turned to the sound of a door slamming.

Ezra crammed his cowboy hat on his head and walked around the truck, his features stern and his jaw grinding.

The sound of a click made Josh choke down a bark of laughter. "Did she just lock him out of his own truck?"



Cade grinned. "Won't do her any good. Though I think he's only givin' her a chance to behave. He's got the keys in his hand."

"Still, she's playin' with fire." Everyone knew you didn't defy Ezra Kinzie and expect to come out unscathed.

The two younger brothers watched, amusement growing, as Ezra cussed softly and tried the handle again.

"Chrissi," Ezra said, his voice deepening in warning, "thought you wanted to use that phone."

Even through the windshield, Josh could see the stubborn tilt of her chin.

Dark humor glinted in Chrissi's eyes. "I'm thinkin' I'd be better off usin' your truck to get back to town all by myself."

Ezra held up the keys. "Woman, how do you plan on doin' that? Do you know how to hot-wire a truck?" He tugged off his hat and raked a hand through his short, dark hair. "You were fine a minute ago. What the hell changed?"

Through the windshield, her gaze shifted to the two men on the porch and held.

Josh cussed under his breath.

Cade stood and brushed off his jeans. "Guess it might help if we made ourselves scarce for a couple o' minutes."

Josh grabbed up his horse's reins and spared one last look at Chrissi.

Her gaze met his, and her eyebrows furrowed into a fierce scowl. He tipped his hat to her and ambled toward the barn. Not looking back once.

It was hard pretending he was relaxed and indifferent to her anger. While she'd blatantly ignored Ezra and Cade over the years, she hadn't been quite as harsh with him, giving him the occasional subtle nod or tight smile.

He'd thought maybe she didn't hold as deep a grudge against him because he'd always been the one eager to soothe her bruised feelings, the one to coax a smile when things got out of hand with Ezra. And everyone always thought of him as the little brother, even though he and Cade had been born only minutes apart. That fact afforded him a little extra leniency with the ladies.

Josh cupped himself, readjusting his cock. Yeah, relaxed was the last thing he'd felt for days since they'd hatched this wild-ass plan. He tugged on the reins, pulling his trembling horse behind him. Sooner he turned him over to one of the ranch hands to walk, the better.

He didn't like leaving everything in Ezra's capable hands when Chrissi was on a tear—even though Ezra had always been the one who could bend a woman to his will, usually with just a look.

Josh ignored a pang of worry over the fact his brother's naturally dominating will didn't appear to be working at the moment. Chrissi was here. Within reach. One of them would shatter the armor she'd built around her heart.

Chrissi watched Josh lead away his tall roan gelding and breathed a sigh of relief. She'd thought her worst fears had already been realized when Ezra arrived to rescue her. Seeing Josh and Cade, in close proximity to Ezra, had sent her body into apoplectic shock, stirring up all those old memories.

Foremost in her mind, she remembered skinny-dipping in the river with them. Innocent enough since Ezra was her boyfriend and had approved. And how could she resist when the three brothers had eagerly shed their clothes?

Sweet Jesus, the three of them, so alike and yet so different… She'd gotten love-drunk on the sight of them.

Ezra, older by only a year than the other two, had always seemed so much more mature. His body even then had been broad and sturdy—ripped from his shoulders to his calves. His size and strength had always made her feel safe, except during sex—but then his largeness and sexual intensity thrilled her, frightened her almost, she'd wanted him that badly.

Cade had been the quiet one. The nice one. Always courteous, always respectful, but his slow smile, so seldom seen, had had the power to melt her to her toes. And although the most reserved of the three, the memory of being held inside the circle of his strong arms whenever she'd suffered a fright was a cherished one.

And Josh, dear God, Josh was the golden child. Blond where the other two were dark-haired, his tall, lean body and the wicked glint in his crystal blue eyes, as though he was always ready for an adventure, had never failed to make her hot. How many times had she smoothed her thumb over that dimple in the center of his chin and warned him not to break a woman's heart? Why hadn't she taken her own damn advice?

That day by the river, the sight of their tall, tanned bodies, lined up prettier than any Chippendales' review, had sucked the air right out of her lungs.

She hadn't been as eager to get naked, feeling a little insecure among so much perfection, but they'd teased her, joking with each other, jostling and shoving until she'd laughed at their antics and joined them.

Even then she'd felt their combined illicit allure. Her nipples had prickled, her sex had tightened—but she'd been relieved to know she wasn't the only one affected as each of the boys' cocks had hardened.

They'd laughed, as though it was the most natural thing in the world to watch each other get hard. Her stare had lingered as she assessed their size, the slight upward curve of their shafts, the ruddy tan color that gave way to a reddish-purple at their fat, round crowns. When they'd grown silent, she'd dared an upward glance.

Ezra's steamy blue gaze had locked with hers. "Not anything to be ashamed of, Chrissi. We're guys. It's what happens when we're around a pretty girl. Only you can't always see it when we're dressed."

She'd thought about that often, wondering how many men walked around with hard-ons inspired by a stray glimpse of an attractive woman. Not something she wanted to think about, considering she'd been living like a nun for a very long time.

"Open the door," Ezra repeated, his voice sounding as rough as gravel. She shivered at the quiet intensity of his order. Even after all this time, she wanted to do exactly what he asked. However, she knew where her submission would lead.

She folded her arms over her chest and looked away.

The locks sprung. The door slammed open. Startled, she glanced up, but Ezra already had her wrist inside his hand and was pulling her from the seat.

She slid to the ground, stumbled against him, and felt that rock-hard chest she'd sighed over for years. Resisting the temptation to explore, she shoved away.

"You always this stubborn?" he bit out.

She tossed back her head. "Guess you don't know me as well as you thought."

"I know more than you think, Chrissi."

She arched an eyebrow. "You don't know me. You haven't for a very long time."

"I know you're wet."

Her jaw sagged.

He turned on his heel and walked away.

"Am not," she whispered furiously. She turned to pick up her purse where it had fallen from her lap to the dirt and closed the cab door. Then, stiffening her backbone, she strode toward the porch.

The screen door slammed behind him as he walked inside without giving her a backward glance. She hated it when he did that, pretended his mama hadn't taught him any manners, because she knew it was deliberate. Something he did when she disobeyed him. A punishment.

And he knew she liked punishment.

She gave a silent moan and climbed the steps. The sooner she placed that call the better. Already she felt some of her carefully erected reserve crumbling away beneath the liquid heat her proximity to Kinzie testosterone generated.

Yesterday's winner of a free download of Four Sworn is…Wynter! Wynter, congrats, and be sure to email me about delivery of your prize!

2 Days to Breaking Leather! (and quick SRC)

NaNo Day 20:

Viking-2—0 words

TW—0 words

Yes, very bad author, me! Not one single word. Did have fun though seeing the girls at the DSRA meeting yesterday! A really quick Sunday Report Card, then onto the fun stuff!

This past week, I…

* Added 65 pages to Viking-2

* Began work on TW, and am currently at page 30

* And I made progress on culling stories for GWB (slim progress)

This week, I want to finish up Viking-2, and begin deep revisions; get through ch 6 of TW; and finish GWB—completely! Not too much, huh? Ask me next Sunday how my bloodpressure and eyesight and rheumy fingers are!

Back to the fun stuff!

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"…Wicked. Hot. Decadently Sinful. That's how I'd describe the latest installment in Delilah Devlin's Lone Star Lovers series. You gotta love a hot cowboy, and I felt spoiled with not one, but four sexy men."

Fallen Angels Reviews

"Blend all this together and what you get is explosive, emotional and endearing, something Delilah Devlin does better than anyone. This is hot, sexy fun and a heartwrenching trip…"

Whipped Cream Reviews

There's a wild child trapped inside her, and they're hell-bent on unleashing it…

As the pretty daughter of the town whore, Shanna Davies has always tried hard to toe the line. But she just can't help it. Her boyfriend, Bo Crenshaw, has lured her untamed spirit out to play once too often. It's time to get the hell out of Dodge and make a new start where no one knows her past. After she fulfills one last, wicked fantasy.

Shanna is Bo's first everything. First kiss, first sexual playmate, first love. Yet he's never managed to convince her that he accepts her—good girl and bad—just as she is. So, she wants a memorable send off? No problem. He'll give her one that'll make her think twice about leaving.

On the appointed night, Shanna expects nerves. Yet once she crosses the threshold, the prospect of surrendering to a night of unrestrained passion with Bo and the three Kinzie brothers makes her mouth water—and her courage dry up.

But she asked for it, and now she's not about to blink first in this game of sexual chicken…

Warning: Four lusty cowboys prove a little domination goes a long way in breaking a stubborn woman to saddle. Lots of spanking, binding, flogging, and double-dipping can keep a girl on her toes, her back, her belly, her knees…

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Friday night, Shanna couldn't get any closer to Bo unless she crawled inside him. She'd climbed into the cab of his pickup and slid all the way over the bench seat, lifted his arm and snuggled against his side. She was hot and cold and scared all at the same time.

Ever since he'd told her the Kinzies had agreed to share her, she'd second-guessed herself a million times. She'd even called Bo twice to tell him she wanted to cancel, that it was all a joke, but he hadn't believed her either time. And here she was, pulling in front of the Kinzie ranch house, and her stomach was so taut she thought she might throw up.

The trip from her place in town to the ranch took only fifteen minutes, but she'd held her breath most of the way and felt winded.

"It's gonna be okay," Bo said, pulling her close and kissing her temple. He raised his arm over her head, put the truck into park and killed the engine. Then he turned back to her, his moss-colored eyes crinkling at the corners with his strained smile. "You don't like something, all you have to do is say so. If you want to change your mind, just head for the door. I won't judge you."

Shanna gripped one of his hands and squeezed it, glad of the darkening shadows that hopefully hid the blush heating her face. "I can't believe this is gonna happen, and that you're okay with it."

His eyebrows lifted up and down in a quick, wicked waggle. "Why wouldn't I be? You want it. I want you happy."

"That's what friends do, huh?" she said, lifting her chin in challenge. "Find a group of men willing to gangbang their girlfriend?"

His sigh seemed to come all the way from his toes. "It's not gonna be like that, Shanna. I swear, it's not gonna feel dirty."



"How do you know? Are you a girl?"

His chin firmed. "You wannna leave? We can head to Shooters. I'm okay with that. We can drink ourselves shitfaced. I'll see you home and tuck you in safe—and alone."

Shanna glanced away, staring blindly at the sprawling white ranch house. "I've dreamed about this every night since you said they'd do it, you know. I dream that tomorrow I'm walking through Two Mule, but I'm naked and everyone can see me."

His arm snaked around her shoulders and he hugged her close. "On my honor, baby, this is just between us. No gossip. Not a word or a sly look will follow you after this. I know you want this, but I know why you're scared. That's one thing you won't have to worry about."

She cocked her head to the side and gave him a slow smile. "Oh yeah? So what will I have to worry about?"

His smile widened. "Walkin' bowlegged for a week."

Shanna couldn't help it, she snorted. Laughter spilled out. When they'd both quieted, she lifted her mouth.

Bo didn't have to be told what she needed. He gave her a quick chaste kiss. "Come on inside. The guys aren't gonna jump you. We can talk first." He reached for his door handle.

She reached for hers and opened her door. "This is embarrassing. I'm already imaginin' them all naked. They won't have a thing to be embarrassed about."

"Neither will you."

She slammed the door and met him around the front of the truck. "I'm too skinny. I've got no ass. And a sixth-grader has bigger boobs than me."

"You're slender. You've got the prettiest, softest skin, and your nipples are cherry-colored." He thumbed one of her little berries through her shirt.

Her pussy clenched. "Okay, I can do this."

Bo encircled her waist with both arms and pulled her into his chest. "Yes you can. I'll be right there with you. I won't let anything happen you don't want."

How could she tell him there wasn't likely to be anything she wouldn't want? She'd stored up a lifetime of sexual fantasies, never letting them loose because she hadn't wanted to be seen as anything like her mother. Even with Bo she'd stuck to plain vanilla, shying away from anything too wild.

She squared her shoulders.

Bo unwrapped himself from her and held out his hand. She took a deep breath and placed her trust in him. He'd never let her down. Never pushed her. He'd been the best friend a girl could have.

"It's gonna be okay."

When she stepped onto the porch stairs, the front door opened. Josh, the youngest of the Kinzie brothers strode out and clomped eagerly down the steps. He stood beside Bo and waited, staring her up and down.

"Be polite, Josh," Bo said.

"Can't help it," Josh said, eager as a puppy dog. "I've wanted to see you naked forever, Shanna Davies."

His lazy smile was infectious. Shanna couldn't help chuckling even while her cheeks burned. She let Josh take her hand and pull her up the steps.

Bo snorted behind her, but that only made her smile widen. He hadn't liked how easily she'd accepted Josh's hand, not after the fuss she'd made.

Inside the house, she glanced around, curious about the brothers' home. She'd never been to the Kinzie ranch before, would have loved seeing the corrals and horses during daylight, but the interior of the old house was pretty impressive too. Yellow stone and natural wood on the outside, inside the walls were a mixture of stone and plaster. Stone stretched along the far wall with a bump out for the huge fireplace. A cast-iron chandelier, shaped like interlocking longhorn cow horns, was suspended from a high ceiling. The floor was a warm yellow oak. The furnishings large and leather—masculine browns and golds.

"Everyone's out back," Josh said.

Everyone. She hoped to God he meant just his two brothers.

They walked through the living room to the French doors on the opposite side. The flagstone patio that surrounded a pool was enclosed by a tall wall and lit by tiki torches. Boulders at one end of the pool formed a natural waterfall.

"It's beautiful," Shanna said, stepping farther onto the patio.

Cade rose from a lounger beside the pool. Dressed in jeans, a tight tee and boots, his dark hair was slicked back, and he smelled of soap, like he'd just come from the shower. "Nice to see you, Shanna."

The deep rumble of his voice skittered along her nerve endings, causing her to shiver. She was doing this, really doing it.

His gaze didn't sweep her body like Josh's had in blatant sexual interest. However, the way he looked at her face, especially at her mouth, said sex was uppermost on his mind, too. And since both brothers had proclaimed their interest with a steady gaze, she eyed Josh and Cade, standing side by side, comparing the depth of the muscle that corded their arms and legs, the width of their shoulders. The youngest Kinzie, Josh, was tall and lean like Bo; his shaggy blond hair touched the tops of his shoulders. His face was beautiful, his chin manly, but the dimple in the center softened his look. Blue eyes twinkled but he held still beneath her perusal.

Something about Cade's expression settled her nerves. Made her feel safe. His energy wasn't as apparent as Josh's. His body was tight, his expression a little wary. His gaze was steady as she raked him with a quick glance, all she dared, because the silence was stretching uncomfortably among them. Still, he was the same height as Josh, a tad broader in the chest. His face wasn't pretty like Josh's, being more rugged and masculine, but he still had the power to leave her breathless.

Cade reached for her hand and pulled her deeper onto the patio, toward the pool where a figure swam laps from one end to the other, his long sleek body gliding beneath the surface and completely nude.

Her mouth dried as Ezra Kinzie reached the end of the pool at her feet and hauled himself out of the water.

She stepped back, her heart racing, and tried valiantly not to drop her gaze, but his cock was thick and wakening, demanding attention. He was large. Everything about him was bear-like and oversized—feet, hands, cock. Lord, her jaw sagged as the manliest part of him seemed to grow harder, bigger still, beneath her fascinated stare.

Ezra slid a finger beneath her chin and raised her face. "You're overdressed."

Yesterday's winner of a free download of Unforgiven is…Nichelle! Nichelle, congrats, and be sure to email me about delivery of your prize!

3 Days to Breaking Leather!

NaNo Day 19:

Viking-2—1717 words

TW—0 words

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I'm heading to Little Rock today to see my girlfriends at Diamond State Romance Authors meeting. Shayla Kersten and Myla Jackson should be there too. I'm taking a break from the NaNo wordcount, but just for a day. I have to wrap up all three books by next weekend. Not an easy task given that relatives arrive to stay for a week on Sunday.

I hope you enjoy the excerpt. I have a very special place in my heart for Cutter. He's hard as nails, but when he falls, he falls hard. Almost felt sorry for him when I was writing this story. Almost.

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"…UNFORGIVEN is beautifully written, with sex scenes that should only be read with an air conditioner at the ready. I don't plan on giving many five star ratings, but this one deserves it…"

5 Stars, Romance Overload

"…Delilah Devlin's scorching and unforgettable story UNBRIDLED, has been followed up by the equally hot and mesmerizing UNFORGIVEN… As with any Devlin tale, the sex is so hot it should come with a burn notice. But more importantly, you get pages packed with so much emotion it chokes you…"

4.5 Cherries, Whipped Cream Reviews

"…Delilah Devlin gives a sneak peek into the head of a sexy cowboy whose old fashioned values conflict with his unrelenting desire for a woman who he feels has not lived up to his ideals. We also see a woman who is willing to bend her code for a man who does not necessarily have a big enough heart to deserve her love. Watching the two try to find a middle ground is what makes UNFORGIVEN such an entertaining read."

5 Angels, Fallen Angels Reviews

"…Ms. Devlin managed to create real, compelling characters, which I don't often find in erotic romance…The bottom line: Loved the characters and found the story absolutely believable…Go forth and buy, you won't be disappointed."

Kwips and Kritiques

How does a man get over a cheating woman? Sweet revenge…

For Cutter Standifer, the pretty little redhead who opened a café in Two Mule, Texas was "the one." Until he caught her in a compromising position with the town's worst womanizer. To further strain his rigid code, his little sister just married the same damn bastard who shattered his world and is living in sin with him and another man.

A year later, he still can't forgive his ex-girlfriend. And forget? Forget, hell. He's ready kick his code into the nearest manure pile and take what he never had from her—full satisfaction.

That fateful morning, all Katie Grissom meant to do was use the bad boy's reputation to force Cutter to piss or get off the pot where their own relationship was concerned. But she went too far—deliciously too far—giving Cutter an eyeful she lived to regret.

When Cutter offers her a no-strings affair she jumps at the chance, hoping to either break through the rigid wall he's built around his heart…or get him out of her system for good.

Warning: When a hard-as-nails cowboy finally lets loose on the only woman he's ever loved expect the loving to get hot enough to melt a cold, cold, heart—toys, front and slammin' backdoor sex are only the beginning…

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She'd arrived late and sat to the side behind tall urns filled with lilies during the ceremony. She'd run to the bathroom when the band struck the first note in the ballroom in the old house. Not until she was sure everyone was deep into their drinks had she started to mingle, always with an eye for where Cutter was.

When she'd seen him and Wade head out the door, glowering at each other and rolling up their sleeves, she hadn't been able to resist joining the throng pushing through the doors to watch the fight.

She'd kept behind everyone, standing on tiptoe to catch a glimpse.

Cutter's back had been to her for most of the fight and she'd drunk in the sight of his broad shoulders and thick arms and thighs as his muscles tensed. Watching the two men go at it like latter-day gladiators had sent a thrill of heat through her body unlike anything she'd felt in a long, long time.

When Cutter's glance had panned the porch and honed in on her, she'd taken a step back, hoping he didn't know it was her because she didn't want to leave just yet.

Weddings were always roller coasters. Happy, tense times for the participants; poignant reminders to observers. She'd clutched a tissue in her hand throughout the ceremony, envying the smiles the bride and groom and best man had shared.

All the while she couldn't help thinking that she might have been the one up there, standing exactly where Dani stood, gazing into Cutter's eyes as he slipped a ring on her finger—if only she hadn't strayed.

Infidelity wasn't something Cutter would ever forgive. She couldn't forgive herself. So she'd been a little tipsy. She'd been more than a little frustrated with how slowly Cutter had taken his courtship. Grown angrier the more she drank that fateful night with the fact he held the reins in their relationship and didn't seem to notice she wasn't happy with the pace.

Justin hadn't had to work all that hard to get into her bed. But even before he'd rolled off her, she'd known she'd just made the biggest mistake of her life.

Katie slipped from the ballroom, and headed down the hallway toward the living room and the front door. She'd tortured herself long enough with regrets. It was time to go home.

Just as she stepped into the living room, an arm reached around the corner, fingers closed around her wrist and whipped her toward a massive chest. The scent of spicy cologne, dust and male sweat assailed her, and she knew who held her inside his tight grip even before she raised her eyes.

Cutter tsked. "Katie Grissom. Funny, I know you weren't on the list of invitees."

Reluctantly, Katie lifted her gaze from the open collar of his shirt to meet his cognac-colored gaze. The color had always seemed so warm, so inviting, but now with angry color in his cheeks, his narrowed eyes made her heart kick into a panicked flutter.



She licked her lips. "Maybe I'm a guest."

"Then where's your date? Maybe I should return you to his side." His narrowed gaze and the bruising on his cheek and jaw lent him a sinister air. "Just to make sure you don't forget who you came with."

Katie pulled on her hand, attempting to break his hold, but he was stronger, more determined to keep her captive than she was to escape. One side of his mouth drew up in a nasty smirk.

She stopped fighting and blew out a frustrated breath. "All right, so I crashed your party alone. I was just on my way out."

Cutter's face hardened and his thighs crowded against hers. "Why are you here, Katie? Did you miss Justin?"

Her body betrayed her, heat softening her core. Could he feel her belly quivering against his? She shook her head. "No, I'm happy for him. Although I really think Dani deserves better."

He grunted, and then pressed her wrists against her lower back, bringing her closer still.

Katie wished she hadn't had the wicked urge to go completely commando when she'd dressed. There was no way Cutter missed the fact her nipples were tight and digging into his chest.

"Miss me?" he whispered.

Katie opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell, but the anger in his taut expression halted her. Did she want him mad enough to goose walk her to the door or just mad enough to make him let loose some of the feral tension vibrating through his body?

Isn't this exactly what she'd wanted when she'd donned the little dress this morning, forgoing every scrap of underwear for a lavish coat of lotion to make sure every curve glided beneath the scrape of a callused palm?

She licked her lips and tilted her hips—just enough to brush her belly against the thickening ridge of his cock. Oh yeah, she'd felt it.

His darkening glance said he had too.

"Guess you did," he growled. "Or were you being that particular when you got dressed?"

His words stung, but her body trembled from sensory overload. Cutter was too much man for her to make the smart choice and shove away from him.

Katie dropped her gaze and tugged one hand free to slip the buttons of his shirt open, one by one. When the opening exposed his bronzed chest and crisp, brown curls, she slid inside it and smoothed her palm over his hot, sweaty skin. "I've always been…particular."

His chest expanded, and then he dragged her hand away, bringing it behind her back to shackle both inside one large fist. "Looks like you've got a choice," he whispered.

"Doesn't seem that way to me," she said just as softly, tugging at her hands—more for show, because she didn't really want to be free.

His face bent toward hers, and her lips parted. But instead of the kiss she craved, he nuzzled into her hair beside her ear. "You know where the door is. You decide one way—don't let it slam you in the ass."

Katie shuddered as he inhaled along her cheek, like an animal scenting prey. "Or?" she managed to force through her tight throat.

He straightened and his glance cut to the stairway leading to the upper floor and the bedrooms.

Her eyes widened. "But you have guests."

"Who are busy sucking down alcohol at the moment. They won't miss me."

Cutter turned her in his arms and jerked her closer, pressing every inch of himself against her backside. His free hand skimmed up the hem of her short dress, sliding up her thigh to the curve of her bare bottom where his hand paused.

She stood still while his body tightened even more against her and his hand slipped forward, over the top of her thigh before gliding right between her legs.

His breath hissed between his teeth even as his fingers slid over her smooth pussy and into moisture.

Katie didn't care that at any moment someone might walk down the hallway and see them like this, with his hand under her skirt, her pussy exposed. She braced apart her legs and let her back bow around her bound hands to lay her shoulders against his chest.

His strong, thick fingers traced her outer folds, then tucked between them to skim over the sensitive inner lips. A single digit dipped inside her entrance and swirled.

Her legs trembled, her knees nearly buckling beneath her.

His hand withdrew from beneath her skirt, and Cutter loosened his grip on her wrists, freeing her, and stepped back. "Choose," he said, in an even voice.

Katie glanced over her shoulder, thinking fast. She knew this wasn't the answer to all their problems, but she wasn't backing down from the challenge in his rigid face. If she ever hoped for another chance…this was it.

She rubbed her wrists, stiffened her spine, then turned in her high-heeled sandals and sauntered toward the stairs.

Yesterday's winner of a free download of Unbridled is…Estella! Estella, congrats, and be sure to email me about delivery of your prize!

4 Days to Breaking Leather!

NaNo Day 18:

Viking-2—2255 words

TW—1260 words

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Did I mention that my Lone Star heroes are pretty raw? Don't believe me? Read on! Here's an excerpt from the first of the Lone Star Lovers series.

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"…In [UNBRIDLED]…we are following the sexy machinations of Justin, and he does sexy so well it isn't difficult to picture him doling out love to his two subs. It's also remarkably easy to see why they'd be eager to do his bidding. However, it is totally refreshing to watch Dani and Rowe slip the noose and insist on him obeying them for a change of pace…If you are seeking an intensely erotic short read, UNBRIDLED is the one for you…"

5 Angels, Fallen Angels Reviews

Tough…or tender? If she plays her cards right, she won't have to choose.

Dani Standifer arrives home at her West Texas family ranch a day early, ready to pick up where she left off with Rowe Ayers, her high school sweetheart. However, when she opens the door to their line-shack trysting place, it's clear she waited a day too long. Rowe's with someone else—another man. And not just any other man— Justin Cruz, the bad boy with whom she shared one wild encounter, years ago.

Justin's waited a long time for this moment. He knows his reputation, but since he seduced Rowe, he's been a one-man cowboy—waiting for Dani to return and become the delicious fulfillment of his and Rowe's needs. If she's up to the challenge.

To her own surprise, Dani finds she's more than ready to have both men in her life—as soon as she and Rowe teach Justin a lesson or two about love.

Their small town may not be ready for their kind of relationship. And Dani's brother Cutter's mile-deep grudge against Justin throws in a complication that could break the foundation the three of them have built…

Warning: Hold on for the rodeo of your life with rough ridin' male on male action; blazing hot m/m/f scenes; and melt-your-panties lovin' as each of these sexy cowboys gives it the way they know best to turn their woman inside out.

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"Jesus Christ." Rowe bent to grab his blue jeans from the floor, then held them in front of his gleaming cock.

"A little late now," Justin said. "I think she's already jumped to the correct conclusion."

Rowe's fist clenched around his jeans, then he dropped them to the floor and straightened his shoulders. A look of resignation entered his face; a silent plea for understanding glittered in his pale eyes as he returned her stare.



"I didn't know you were gay," Dani blurted out, ignoring Justin's smirk.

Rowe's crimson face tightened. "I'm…it's complicated."

"You're naked, obviously aroused. What could be more simple?" she asked, trying to gather anger around her, but mostly feeling confused. How could she not have known?

"She's got it almost right," Justin murmured.

"Shut up," Rowe bit out.

"Yeah, what'd I miss?" Dani snarled at Justin, hating him at this moment for rubbing her nose in her own naiveté.

"The fact I knew you were comin'," he said, his voice dropping to a sexy purr. "This is your homecomin' present, baby."

"Justin, you bastard!" Rowe said heatedly.

The larger, more rugged man shrugged. "She needed to know. She has choices to make here."

"I would have broken the news more gently."

"Doesn't look like she needs you to sugarcoat it." Justin's gaze pinned her. "She's not exactly looking ready to bolt or puke. Fact is, the thought of it, of watching us, turns her on."

"Does not," Dani denied hotly, heat filling her face.

"Your nipples always poke holes in your shirt?"

"You're a jerk." And yet, she barely resisted the urge to cross her arms over her breasts. She tilted her chin in defiance while heat crept deeper into her cheeks. She met his narrowed gaze, while images flashed through her mind. Since she knew what both men looked like naked, she couldn't help the raw, nasty pictures that flashed one after the other.

And yes, they aroused her.

"Prove me wrong," Justin murmured. "Leave now."

Dani shot Rowe a hot glare. "You gonna let him talk to me like that?"

Rowe's jaw flexed, but he didn't offer any response.

"He doesn't let me do anything," Justin said slowly. "He obeys me. In all things—here, at least. Rowan, your cock's flagging." Justin's gaze dropped, drawing all their glances to Rowe's sex, which pulsed and lifted again.

Rowe groaned.

"Get it ready for me," Justin growled.

Rowe's eyes closed briefly, then a look Dani had never seen slid across Rowe's face—something vulnerable and needy. "Justin, not now."

"Not now, what?" Justin said, his voice dead even.

"Please," Rowan whispered, his strong jaw flexing.

"Uh-unh." Justin shook his head. "You've carried around this picture of your innocent little sweetheart for years. But I don't think you really know her at all."

"And you think you do?" Dani bit out, hoping like hell the bastard wasn't getting ready to drop the other shoe that she'd succumbed to his bad boy charm herself. Rowe didn't deserve finding out that the two people he'd taken as lovers had a history of their own.

"The things you asked him to do, Dani," Justin said, his tone dropping to a raspy rumble. "The sexy little spankings, the special bonds you left underneath the bed… It's not in him to do that to you, but he did because he cares."

Dani's jaw dropped and her embarrassment caused her to tremble. "Rowe, you told him about that?"

Again, a muscle flexed along Rowe's square jaw. "I wasn't gossiping. It just slipped out. He found your things and asked. He's a friend."

"Friend?" Justin straightened away from the doorframe. "I'm a little more than that, aren't I? You don't keep any secrets from me."

But Rowe had kept one big goddamn secret from her. Dani's shoulders slumped.

"Don't take it so hard, Dani," Justin said, all traces of mockery gone now. "He loves you…almost as much as he loves me. But every time he was with you, every time he spanked that pretty little ass of yours, he was denying his own nature. Rowe's submissive. Just like you. He's just finally figured out he's not finicky about which gender offers him the kind of sex he craves."

"How the hell did you figure that out?" she bit out. "I've known him all my life."

"Because I watched him…with you. When you dared him into spanking you, he didn't get off on the act. He only got hard when you told him what it did to you, what it made you feel."

Her mouth suddenly went dry. The thought of Justin's dark, hungry glance raking her body as he watched her with Rowe caused another distressing wash of arousal to dampen her panties. She licked her lips. "You watched us?"

"Sometimes," he said softly. "You weren't as careful as you thought. Had to run interference a time or two with your big brother."

"Cutter knows?" she asked, her voice rising. "About Rowe and me?"

"He suspects. But he never got close enough to the cabin to ever know for sure. You have me to thank. And if I happened to catch a glimpse or two of your…sessions…well, I think I earned the right."

"Pervert!"

"Who's the pervert? Me for watching, or you for wanting his hands to leave your ass pink?" He lifted his chin toward Rowe. "Or him for needing the same damn thing from another man?"

"I don't believe you. Not about Rowe. This…" she said, gazing at the mattress in the middle of the floor, "…is just him experimenting a little. But I'm back now." Her gaze locked with Rowe's, pleading with him. "It doesn't mean anything. Not to us."

Rowe's glance fell away from hers, and her stomach dropped. What he had with Justin was important. Special enough that he hadn't bothered dressing because Justin didn't want him to.

"Dani, I never wanted to hurt you." Rowe's tone was low, aching.

Like the lump filling the back of her throat.

"Tell yourself whatever lies you need to stay in happy land, Dani. But we're about to get busy." Justin opened his belt and stripped back one side then locked gazes with her. "Now's your chance. You can run out the door. You don't have to see anything that might traumatize you."

Why was Justin being so cruel? He'd won. He didn't have to rub her nose in this mess. "I'm not a scared little virgin," she said, her voice shaking.

"But you're also not faithful to your boyfriend here either, are you?"

Dani stared at Justin's hard face through shimmering tears. "Justin…don't."

"He can't fulfill you," he said softly. "Not those dirty needs that keep you restless even after he's fucked you."

"Shut up," she said, tears filling her eyes.

Justin pulled apart the snaps of his shirt, letting it fall open to expose the dark fur of his broad, muscular chest. Then he unsnapped the top button of his pants. "Last warning…"

She stood rooted, unable to move as he scraped his zipper down.

"Rowe, take out my dick," he said, never looking away from her. "Now."

"Fuck." Rowe's tone was agonized, but his cock bobbed eagerly between his legs. "Dani, get out."

But she couldn't. Part of her died a little in that moment. But another part, one only Justin had ever touched, caught fire.

"Rowe, don't disappoint me," Justin said, his gaze never leaving Dani's.

Rowe's naked feet dragged across the floor. His expression was taut, his cheeks a brighter red than they'd been moments ago.

Justin firmed his jaw. "Can't turn back now. She knows. Let her see what it's like. If she hates you afterward, she isn't worth cryin' over."

Dani narrowed her eyes, knowing he expected her to bolt. She braced apart her feet and lifted her chin higher, even while she questioned whether she really could do this—watch the only two men she'd ever known intimately have sex.

Rowe didn't glance her way, but his chest rose sharply. Then he slipped his hand inside Justin's pants and slowly drew out his cock. His fingers clasped the shaft gingerly, but his thumb rubbed slowly over the smooth cap. Justin's cock thickened.

"Push down my pants," Justin said, his voice tighter than it had been before.

Both of Rowe's hands slid over Justin's narrow hips and shoved down the faded jeans.

Dani hated to admit it, even to herself, but watching Rowe do such an intimate thing to another man, knowing how the scrape of his rough palms felt on her own bottom, caused her sex to melt.

"Get on your knees and take me in your mouth," Justin rasped.

Rowe groaned, and Dani understood the feeling. Shame and arousal roiled together. Her own body was hot, moisture seeping into the crotch of the lacy undies she'd worn just for Rowe.

Rowe knelt, his hand shaking as he gripped Justin's cock and brought it to his mouth.

Justin cupped the back of Rowe's head with one hand, his fingers threading through Rowe's honey brown hair with surprising tenderness. For long moments, he stared as the other man's lips closed around the tip of his cock and sucked.

Rowe's cheeks hollowed, his eyes closed tightly, but his hesitation ended there. Surrendering, he groaned and opened wide his jaws, gliding along the thick, veined shaft.

"That's it," Justin said softly. "Take me deeper," he said, stroking his hips forward, his cock disappearing into Rowe's eager mouth. Then his gaze rose. For a moment, something almost haunted entered his expression. That wicked brow rose again. "He does it because he knows the rewards. But so do you, don't you, sweetheart?"

Dani didn't answer. She couldn't have pushed a word through her tightening throat if a rattler had slithered over her boot. Watching both men, engaged in such a carnal act, caused unexpected emotions to rise inside her.

Sadness, because she'd never guessed Rowe wasn't fully satisfied with her. Jealousy, because Rowe never made those hungry sounds when he went down on her. And shame, because she wished she were brave enough to approach them and sink to her knees beside Rowe.

How she wished Justin would command her to, take the choice away from her. The hard edge of his voice when he'd cut through Rowe's objections had caused her own body to react with an instant, juicy response.

Justin braced his legs apart, and his face darkened as Rowe's strokes, forward and back along his shaft, picked up the pace. The slippery suctioning sounds and choked excitement gurgling in Rowe's throat caused Dani's whole body to vibrate.

Forgotten for the moment by both men, she wet her lips with her tongue as she imagined how Justin might taste. Moisture flooded her channel as her inner muscles clenched hard.

When Justin flung back his long, black-brown hair, her breath hitched. Starkly masculine elation softened his expression for just a second before his head lowered and his hard gaze met hers, issuing a wordless challenge.

Only Dani wasn't ready to accept. She lost her nerve, turned and fled through the door of the cabin, stumbling down the steps in her haste, before catching herself on the rail and bolting toward her horse.

Booted heels bit into the wood porch, but she didn't look back. With the sun sliding below the horizon, she nudged her heels into her mare's sides, kicking up dust behind her and leaving both men in her wake.

Yesterday's winner of a free download of Saddled is…Diane Sadler! Diane, congrats, and be sure to email me about delivery of your prize!

5 Days to Breaking Leather!

NaNo Day 17:

Viking-2—2472 words

TW—1085 words

One quick note! I received official news yesterday, that my short story, Dreaming by the Sea, was accepted for the Dream Lovers anthology to be published by Cleis Press next May! ~DD

Post a comment and be entered to win a free download of this book!

Next Tuesday, if you head on over to Samhain's bookstore, you're gonna find a new cowboy ménage in town. Something sinfully hot with a trio of brothers who will melt you like butter. To celebrate my new release, I'm going to give you a chance to win every cowboy story I've written for Samhain, beginning with 2009′s Bestselling eBook, Saddled.

All you have to do is show up. That easy. And whether you're reading me on my blog or on Facebook, doesn't matter. Let me know what you like about the cowboys you're taste-testing…

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"…I couldn't put this story down! It was danger, betrayal, sexy and fun all rolled together into the perfect erotic romance. The plot was brilliant, and the characters unique…The sexual scenes will make you clamp your knees together and dream of a sexy cowboy or two of your own…"

5 Stars, Just Erotic Romance

"…What starts out as an innocent effort to warm Kate up turns into some of the most erotic sex I have ever read along with some of the best dialog I have seen in a book so far this year…The chemistry and interaction between the three of them is well written and keeps you chuckling and turns you on. The characters themselves are so well written you feel for them and you want them to make their alternative relationship work….Saddled is heart-stopping and fascinating!!!!!!!…"

5 Stars, Vixen Reviews

"…Delilah Devlin's storylines never fail to pull readers into the story and SADDLED is no exception…Of course the sex scenes are scorching and adventurous with the perfect blend of emotional turmoil to ensure readers keep Ms. Devlin's name at the top of their 'must read' list."

4.5 Blue Ribbons, Romance Junkies

Slippery when naked…

When Bobby Blackhawk and Cale Yancey see a car slide off the highway and into an icy creek, they've got only minutes to get the beautiful driver out alive. And only one way to save her from hypothermia: take her to their isolated cabin, get naked…and hope like hell that when she wakes up, she doesn't scream the place down.

Katherine Duvall opens her eyes in a strange bed, and the tingles flooding her body aren't entirely due to restored circulation. She's snuggled between two handsome men, one a gruff, gentle giant, the other a sexy, playful Native American. Having just left her fiancé romping with another woman, she's not quite as shocked as she might have been.

In fact, these two lonesome cowboys could be the perfect bookends to satisfy her hunger for revenge and bolster her dented self esteem. It's not long before their raging hormones are melting the snow on the cabin roof.

To their surprise, they find something else is melting, too. Their hearts…

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Katherine Duvall awoke as sensation flooded her feet and hands—sharp prickling pinches that made her moan.

"Yeah, it's gonna hurt. But it's a good sign sweetheart," a man whispered against her hair. "And there's no frostbite. I checked."

He'd checked? One fact penetrated her pain-filled fog. He'd done a lot more than checked. She was naked. And his bare-naked body was pressed up against her back, a penis nudging her bottom.



"Where are my clothes?" she gasped, choking on outrage and fear.

"Had to shuck 'em. They were soaked."

She remembered the car sliding into the water. But why wasn't she in a hospital? "Where am I?"

"In my cabin. Couldn't chance taking you back to Wellesley. Snow's comin' down too hard."

Her fingers stung, and she pulled her hands from under the covers to peer at them in the inky darkness. "How long have I been here?"

"Maybe an hour. Was worried about you two. You both passed out."

"Both?"

"Bobby went into the creek after you. He's not in much better shape."

She edged carefully away from his body, instantly missing the warmth and rolled onto her back to get her first view of her "rescuer". What she saw didn't do a whole lot to alleviate her fears.

The man lying beside her was enormous—a broad-shouldered shadow. Her heartbeat thudded against her chest as her alarm grew, and she wondered what else he might have done while she'd been out.

"Let me get the lamp. You sound like you're about to freak out."

About to?

He leaned away. A light flickered on from a bedside table, and she got her first clear glimpse of the stranger in the bed beside her. He leaned on his elbows, his expression taut as she stared back. Shaggy, brown hair, thick dark brows over deep-set eyes. His skin was deeply tanned, his chest and abdomen a study in light and shadow as muscles rippled as he breathed. The thick fur covering his chest glinted with red and gold where the light struck it.

Then she caught a glimpse of another body outlined beneath the covers on his opposite side. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"It's not what it looks like," he said softly, a smile turning up the tips of his mouth. "Swear. I had to get you both warm."

She pulled the edge of the blanket higher over her chest and scooted away from him, caught by a hard shiver.

"You're still chilled. The electric blanket's set low. Didn't want to damage tissue as I heated you both up."

A groan sounded beyond the bear-like man. "Goddamn, would you both shut up? Fuck, everything hurts."

"Bobby, you need to wake up. We got a problem here."

The figure huddled under the blanket stirred and rolled toward them with a moan. When he came up on an elbow, air hissed through Kate's teeth. The man was even more attractive than the first, and she was wondering if she'd woken up on the wrong side of heaven. This one wasn't as large but was every bit as ripped. And his wide chest was hairless, his face austere, scraped clean over high cheekbones and a jutting jaw. An Indian by his bronze skin, even without seeing the long black hair that filtered around his shoulders.

Still, they were both naked. And sharing a bed with her. And she didn't know if she was safe or about to be molested. After all she'd felt an erection prodding her bottom.

She took a quick, silent inventory. The parts of her that weren't busy thawing didn't feel any different. She'd know, wouldn't she, if he'd already taken advantage of her?

"We're not going to hurt you, lady," Bobby said. "We saved your life. Get back under the covers and snuggle close. You'll warm up faster. Can't have you getting sick, seeing as how you'll be stuck here for a while."

Her heart stuttered, then began to race. "What? I can't stay here."

"Don't know if you noticed," Bobby replied, "but there's a storm outside. The roads are closed. No one's getting in or out."

She opened her mouth to make another protest, but she shivered again and moaned as the pain intensified in her fingertips.

"You're gonna have to trust us," the big guy said. "If something comes up between us, you'll just have to ignore it. My body's warmer than yours even though I've been stuck between two blocks of ice for an hour."

Color filled her cheeks. She shivered for another few moments and then gave in to the offer of warmth.

Facing away, she settled on her side and held her breath as he snuggled close again. When his arm came over her waist, she jumped but calmed as he shushed her gently.

The embarrassment and fear was a small price to pay for the heat his body generated.

"Just go to sleep," he muttered. "This is as close as I'm gonna get."

It was close enough. Again, his cock was upright and poking at her bottom.

"Don't know how it's staying hard," he whispered. "Your ass is cold."

A gust of laughter surprised her. "Serves you right. Should have kept your underwear on."

"Lady, you always this grumpy?" came Bobby's slurred whisper.

"No. I'm just not used to waking up in bed beside strangers."

Guest Blogger: Paisley Smith

NaNo Day 15:

Viking-2—1958 words

TW—1045 words

I'm super excited about the release of my first lesbian historical romance, Beguiled. Although I've written a few contemporary girl on girl stories, this one was really a book from the heart. I've always been fascinated with women who summoned the courage to break out of society's bonds in order to discover their true selves.

After seeing a segment on the news about the alarming number of women veterans who'd been wounded in the Middle East, I was inspired to write Beguiled. I was astounded by the vast number of women returning from war after losing limbs or being told they'd never walk again. Faced with such a situation, I expected most women would harbor resentment. I was surprised to see how many had risen above their circumstances to not only thrive, but to help others in their same situation.

I wondered what would happen if a woman had been wounded while fighting during the American Civil War. How would the men have treated her when they discovered she was a woman? How would other women view her? How could she ever go back to life as a normal woman after having fought alongside men?

Growing up in the South, Civil War history is just a part of the local scenery, and while authors are often told to write what they know, I also choose to write where I know. I've experienced the deafening sizzle of cicadas in the trees on a sultry summer night. I've smelled earthy red Georgia clay and felt the stifling humidity that hangs oppressively in air so thick you can hardly breathe. I grew up playing on acres of rolling farmland and wading through the cotton stalks when the cotton bolls were so white they'd blind you in the sunlight. So I couldn't think of a better setting for Beguiled than war-torn Georgia. And no better time than the 1860s to write about two enemies—two women—who struggle to find the strength and the courage to be together no matter what it takes.

Here's a taste of Beguiled ~

"I have something that might fit you." I slid off the bed to rummage in the chest of drawers. When I pulled open the bottom drawer, Dalton's scent filled my senses. I breathed it in, longing to feel his strong arms, yearning to feel safe and sheltered again.

Missing…

A lump welled in my throat as I withdrew one of his neatly folded nightshirts. "This was…is…is my husband's," I said. "It should fit you."

Again, those stormy eyes collided with mine and held. The way she studied me with that deliberate stare unnerved me. She winced as she shifted in the bed to drag her shirt out from under her bottom. At once, I moved to help her, placing Dalton's nightshirt on the bed as I gathered up Alice's shirt and dragged it off over her head.

I easily saw how she passed herself off as a man now. Her broad, angular shoulders looked as strong as any man's. Muscular biceps defined the shape of her long arms. But my gaze drew magnetically to her breasts. All peaches and cream, they were small and boasted dark, velvety nipples. I swallowed thickly, realizing I couldn't stop staring — and also realizing Alice didn't seem to care.

Instead, she leaned back slightly as if to give me a better view. Her nipples rose as she inhaled a deep breath. If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought she intended her pose to be provocative. Was she that shameless?

A wave of heat settled in my neck, and, hands trembling, I unfolded Dalton's nightshirt and slipped it over Alice's head. At the same time, we both reached for the ties at the neck. Our hands clashed once and then twice, and I let out a nervous laugh. I swatted her hands away. "Let me."

Her hands dropped to her lap, and she watched me as I looped the thin ties into a perfect little bow. I sat beside her once more. "What was it like?" I asked. "Fighting?"

I fell utterly in love with Alice while writing Beguiled. If you'd like to read more of Alice and Belle's love story, you can purchase the book here: Buy the book

Thanks Delilah, for allowing me to introduce your readers to my characters!

Paisley Smith ~ http://paisley-smith.com ~ Aren't you just a little curious?

Princess Poop

NaNo Day 14:

Viking-2—2328 words

TW—1257 words

As you can tell, a very productive day yesterday, despite one very, very naughty little 23-month-old…

I live for her naps. They last at least a couple of hours every day. While she sleeps, I slam pages. Yesterday, she was taking an unusually long nap. I'd sneak by her door and listen—not a peep—and head back to work.

Finally, I knew I couldn't leave her there longer, otherwise I'd never get her to bed that night. When I opened the door, I wanted to back right out and wait hours for her mother to come home. In her boredom, little princess had stripped off her clothes and her diaper. Then she'd pooped in the center of her bed.

That wasn't enough. Apparently, warm poop feels really good between your toes because she couldn't help herself. There wasn't an inch of bed bottom that didn't have little poopy footprints. Still not enough?

She'd decided she was an artist. Bright orangey-brown poop was smeared into the sides of the bed, over the top. And poop makes for a fabulous facial becasue she had in her nose, across her cheeks, in her hair…

Oh yes. One of those moments when I wonder why I didn't tie my tubes after the son. At the time, I was too horrified to think, but now I wished I'd taken one picture as revenge. Someday she would have brought a date to the house and introduced him, and I would have pointed to the picture over the mantle and told him all about Princess Poop.

But y'all don't want to hear about my adventure. You want to know who won yesterday's prizes. I'll wait to hear from Adele, but the winner of my Access Romance contest is…Tracey D! Tracey, congrats and be sure to email me!

Guest Blogger: Adele Dubois

NaNo Day 14:

Viking-2—2130 words

TW—574 words

While Adele is playing here, be sure to catch me at Access Romance for a chance to win a free book! ~DD

Fast Motorcycles, Hot Cars

by Adele Dubois

I like to write about fast motorcycles and hot cars. Most of my books include a Harley-Davidson motorcycle driven by a sexy, handsome hero. My REV ME TWICE hero, Tomas, personifies the hunk on a chopper and I hope that readers love him.

My heroines tend to drive convertibles, like I do in real life. For me, there's nothing more exhilarating than driving fast on an open road with the ragtop down. My REV ME TWICE heroine, Crystal, likes to savor the feel of the wind in her hair, the sun shining on her face and the thrilling sensation of speed.

I live vicariously through my sexy, fearless characters in REV ME TWICE and it's stand-alone first REV ME UP. I hope you will, too. If you think my REV books are for you, please leave a comment. One reader will win a motorcycle key ring in the mail to celebrate the release of REV ME TWICE. USA residents only, please. I'll name the winner in the comments section with instructions on how to claim your prize.

Thank you for your support!

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.

REV ME TWICE: Excerpt

Rose petals washed down the shower drain in whirlpool wisps of pink. Crystal shampooed her hair and glided a soapy washcloth over her nude flesh to smooth away the body paint. Leaning back, she let the warm jets splash rivulets the length of her body. Moment by moment, the steam and moisture soothed her tense muscles and eased her worried mind.

"Crystal!" The bathroom door muffled the sound of her name, but Crystal would have recognized Tomas' voice anywhere. Footsteps rushed up the stairs and down the hall. The bathroom door burst open. Heavy shoes plunked on the floor. Clothes ruffled. The shower stall opened.

Tomas stepped naked inside the oversized square of cool, amber tiles and wrapped his arms around Crystal's waist from behind. He kissed the curve of her shoulder and trailed his lips up the length of her neck. "I'm so glad you're all right," he whispered into her ear. "The police told me what happened." He took the washcloth from her hand and draped it above the shower nozzle. "Let me do that."

After filling his hands with liquid body wash, he smoothed his palms over her torso and up over her chest. Her nipples grew tighter at the circular movements on the slippery skin of her breasts. Tension trickled from her neck and she relaxed her head against Tomas' shoulder. His fingers pinched and pulled her nipples, shooting pleasant sensations down into her groin. The steel-like hardness of Tomas' cock pressed against the tip of her tailbone and between the cheeks of her ass.

While she enjoyed the feel of Tomas against her and delighted in the magic of his hands, something she'd said to the police officers brought an inward smile. She'd called Tomas her boyfriend. That was the first time she'd described him that way.

She shivered lightly after he rinsed his hands and then slid fingers between her legs and into her passage. Was it possible? Could she be… falling in love? The concept both fascinated and terrified her. What did she know about healthy relationships?

Absolutely nothing.

"I'm going to make you come. Hard." Tomas said against her hair. "Then I'm going to fix you something to eat and put you to bed."

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Sunday Report Card

NaNo Day 13:

Viking-2—2062 words

TW—0 words

Tomorrow's the half-way point for NaNo, and I'm moving along nicely.

* Since this time last week, I've added 62 pages to Viking-2, and have thoroughly edited through ch 7. My goal was to finish through the rough draft of chapter 17, and I did that, so woohoo!

* I haven't made as much progress with Girls Who Bite as I would like. I am up to page 93 with stories I like so far, but I still have a ton of reading to do.

* I have the first three pages of TW roughed out, but had hoped I'd have the whole first chapter done.

* I finished writing and editing my contribution to Girls Who Bite.

So a mixed bag, mostly good news.

This next week, I want to finish through chapter 20 of the Viking book, plus get through chapter 15 of edits. I want to write through chapter 3 of TW, and I want to done with weeding through the GWB entries. It's a lot, but I can do it. I just have to knuckle down, spend my time wisely, and bribe Mr. Muse with tons of coffee and chocolate. I can diet in December.

Snippet Saturday: Make Me Laugh!

NaNo Day 12:

Viking-2—0 words

TW—0 words

While I'm busy making up for the words I didn't write yesterday, enjoy this excerpt from Bad, Bad Girlfriend. Here's what happens when a desperate woman goes a little too far to get her man's attention (with the help of a magical pair of stilettos).

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Jolie heard the music, tried to catch the beat, but she'd never been so scared, so embarrassed in her life.

She knew she'd made a huge mistake the minute she'd entered the stripper's dressing room. Lexie had ushered her in after Guppy, the skinny, bespectacled manager of the strip club, let them in the back door and showed them to the women's dressing room. She already wore her costume under a tightly belted trench coat, but getting her first up-close look at the other women awaiting their turns on the stage made her lose her nerve.

She turned back toward the exit.

Lexie stood behind her, her arms crossed over her chest. "No you don't. Not after I paid him a hundred dollars to let you do this!"

"You paid him?"

Lexie shrugged. "He prefers professionals, but he's not above a bribe."

"Great. You had to pay him to let me take off my clothes. Get out of my way."

Lexie's chin firmed, and her eyes narrowed into the meanest look her friend could manage. "You talked me into this. You convinced me this was a good idea. No way are you going to chicken out now."

"They'll laugh at me," Jolie whispered furiously.

The other women, even the curvier ones, weren't as well-padded.

One the women nearest them, eyed Jolie in the glass as she applied a wide streak of eyeliner. "We've had big girls before. Some of the men prefer 'em. Give it a go, hon."

Jolie didn't appreciate the advice and straightened her spine, ready to walk right through Lexie if she didn't get the hell out of her way.

Lexie lifted her chin. "You want a ring, remember? A commitment. You want him to notice you, know you're desirable for more than your cupcakes."

Jolie swallowed, her eyes filling. "I'm scared."

Lexie's militant expression softened. "You'll do fine. In ten minutes, it'll all be over. And you'll know whether the shoes were meant for him."

Jolie nodded slowly. "I couldn't get the pasties to stick, the adhesive didn't work on top of the body lotion I applied."

The stripper eyeing her in the mirror turned and held out her hand. "Give 'em to me. I'll show you my little trick. Works every time."

Reluctantly, Jolie pulled the little gold-glittered pasties from the pocket of her coat and handed them to the woman who towered on a pair of platform PVC boots.

"Get out of that coat. Have to show your boobs. It's just us girls here."

The other girls laughed, but their smiles seemed friendly enough. Jolie didn't like being the center of attention and especially didn't like the fact her "girls" were everyone's focus, but she opened her coat and let Lexie slide it off her shoulders.

"The bra too. Can't paste 'em on top of those cones. Nice bra by the way."

"Thanks," she said faintly. "The Whip and Tickle had a sale."

"Name's Angie," the redhead said, grinning, "since we're about to get friendly."

Jolie's eyes widened. The woman took a small bottle of glue sitting beside her open makeup case, circled the pasty then twisted it onto Jolie's boob.

Jolie held her breath, shocked to her core. Her nipple beaded beneath the little circle and the pasty began to fall away.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Angie said. "Happens all the time to me. It's cold out there." Angie peeled the pasty off the rest of the way, carried it to her mouth and licked it then twisted it back onto Jolie's nipple.

Jolie knew she must have earned a ton of bad karma as the women laughed around her.

"They're just laughing at your expression," Angie said. "We all have our little tricks for keeping these things hiding the pearlies."

Jolie suffered through Angie twisting on the second one, and didn't even blanch when she licked it.

But she didn't dare give Lexie a glance. She could feel her shaking beside her, clinging to her arm as she got ready to let loose with howls of laughter.

"Just remember," Jolie clipped, "I know where you live, Lexie Burns."

"Sorry," Lexie gasped, covering her mouth with a hand. "You should have seen your face."

"Yeah, it was pretty funny," Angie said, her smile stretching. "You're ready. Get that bra closed. You're up next. Give that boyfriend hell."

Lexie tossed Jolie's coat over the back of a chair and grabbed Jolie's waist, pushing her out the door and down the corridor toward the side of the stage. The curtains were closed.

Guppy signaled to her from the far side. "Get in the middle and I'll open 'em up."

Jolie dug in her heels. Lexie pushed harder, and Jolie couldn't get the traction she needed with the tiny stiletto tips scraping across the wooden floor. When she was behind the curtain, Guppy gave her a thumbs-up, and Lexie darted back.

The curtains started to open, but Jolie grabbed both sides and held them closed. "Oh hell no." She'd gotten a glimpse of the crowd when the curtain waved.

The bar was packed. A dozen or more heads and shoulders peering above the edge of the stage. They'd be looking up her ass.

"Let go of the curtain," Guppy yelled.

Jolie shook her head. "No way in hell."

Hands slipped over hers. "Let go, Jolie," Lexie bit out, trying to peel back her fingers. "I paid for ten minutes but you can do five and I won't even make you pay me back."

She squeezed Jolie's hands, but Jolie gripped the fabric tighter.

They stumbled against the curtain, and she felt the curtain give a little from the top.

"You girls tear it down, you're payin' for it!" Guppy yelled. "Still got your credit card, missie."

"Let go!" Lexie growled.

"I changed my mind. Musta lost it. No man's worth the humiliation."

"Give…the shoes…a chance." Lexie dug her fingers under the waistband of Jolie's shorts in the back and tugged.

"You tryin' to give me a wedgie?"

"Worked in high school."

The elastic at the back of her thong popped and Jolie let go to give Lexie a glare when the curtains swished open.

Lexie hid behind the edge as it retreated, leaving Jolie in the center of the stage, pushing the remnants of her thong down her crack. The movement thrust out her chest and the men around the stage began to howl.

Jolie crossed her arms in front to hide herself, but only managed to press more of her boobs over the top of the shiny cups.

"Bump and grind! Bump and grind!" Lexie shouted from the side.

Well, she was already out there in her underwear. What the hell? Jolie closed her eyes and listened for the music again, this time she felt it and took a couple of shaky steps forward. The stage narrowed to a catwalk, lights trimming the edge. Hands reached high, shaking dollar bills. One grabbed her ankle, but she shook him off and continued forward.

She caught a glimpse of two figures closing in from the front of the club, two tall, broad figures wearing dark uniforms.

Dear God, they were here. Gabe's face was tight, hard. His fists curled. And he was coming fast.

The look on his face shouldn't have excited her, but it did. She shook back her hair, turned on her heel and shook her ass for the crowd.

"Jolie!"

She heard his shout, but it only served to spur her on. She turned, squatting near a handsome dude whose eyes ate her up as she bounced and leaned forward.

His fingers slid under the edge of her bra and stuffed a dollar in her cleavage. She gave him a wink and glided up, turning to bend over and stare at him between her legs before easing up again, and rolling her hips, popping them to the music.

"Take a twenty!" another man shouted.

She strolled like a runway model, putting a finger in her mouth and standing in front of him to trace a wet path down her belly to the snap of her shorts.

"Show us some more skin!" he shouted, waving that bill.

Jolie gave him a wink, feeling more assured of her attraction, squatted in front of him and leaned forward to get the money. However, he grabbed for her boob, nearly pulling her from the stage.

A bouncer ran up and pulled him back.

Jolie gave Gabe a sideways glance. You see that, baby? Your precious milk-and-cookies mama is gonna start a riot.

She bent toward the man seated next to the one who'd been hauled backward from the stage. He stuffed a cool, crisp twenty into her shorts. She went to her knees and opened the top toggle of her bra.

Shouts and whistles started and she leaned back, smoothing a hand down her belly and back up then opening another latch. One more to go. Would she have the nerve?

"Jolie, don't do it," Gabe shouted.

But Gabe didn't own her ass. Didn't own her boobs. He hadn't claimed an inch of her skin.

She opened the last clasp and held the edges closed over her breasts, and slowly rose, walking to the end of the stage right in front of Gabe. With his hot, angry stare locking with hers, she opened her bra wide, flashing the crowd and shaking her glitter-topped tits. Take that, Gabe Devine.

A hand reached up and grabbed for her ankle.

Jolie tried to kick it loose, but the man was rising from his seat. "Come here, baby. Rub those titties on my face."

She teetered and let out choked scream, falling toward the man. But he flew backward and another set of arms caught her.

A shoulder hit her belly and she folded over a wide, muscular frame. Gabe's butt flexed beneath her gaze as he stomped toward the doors.

The doors whooshed open and he carried outside and down the steps. Cool, wintery air prickled her skin, drying her sweat immediately.

"Put me down," she said. "It's cold!"

But he didn't slow his pace, not until he reached the squad car and opened the back door and flung her inside.

Jolie landed in a sprawl of legs and arms and climbed up from the floorboard to kneel on the seat, staring back at Gabe who hunched over to glare inside the car.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he blasted.

Jolie shoved both hands on her hips and yelled back, "That it was about damn time I started looking for another man."

"In that place? Did you want to get raped?"

"I wanted someone to notice me."

His eyes narrowed to angry slits. "All you have to do is breathe deep to get a man's attention."

Jolie realized her bra still gaped open and that Tyler was walking up behind Gabe.

"Gonna ride in the back?" he asked Gabe. "Or are we gonna book her?"

"For what?" Jolie said, lifting her chin to dare Tyler to stare. "I didn't break any laws."

"Gimme a minute," Tyler drawled, his gaze sweeping over her chest. "I can start with inciting a riot."

"Indecent exposure," Gabe bit out. He slipped into the back seat and slammed the door closed.

Tyler spoke into the mike up front, telling dispatch they were taking a break. Then he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Wait!" Jolie said as they entered the road. "Lexie's still back there."

"Lexie knows she's in a heap of shit," Tyler said over his shoulder. "She's on her way to her car. If she doesn't pass me in three, we'll go back for her."

A car pulled up alongside them, and Jolie stared at Lexie who gave her a cheerful wave and passed them.

She gulped down several deep breaths and slowly turned back to Gabe. His gaze was glued to her nipples. He lifted a finger and traced the edge of the pasty.

His movement was slow. Too slow. And then she saw his hand was shaking.

She raised her head slowly and locked glances with him.

His face was still tight, his lips pressed into a straight, narrow line. His eyes bored into her, his body radiated hot fury. "You did this on purpose. You knew I'd be there."

She raised her chin. He'd have to drag the details out of her only if he tortured her. Unfortunately, she had a very low pain threshold.

"Almost there," Tyler called over his shoulder.

A muscle alongside Gabe's jaw flexed. When the car slid into her apartment parking lot, he held perfectly still, waiting as Tyler got out and opened the trunk of the car. The door beside her opened and Tyler handed her a blanket, which she wrapped gratefully around her shoulders.

She'd forgotten how cold it was. The air stung her naked breasts.

Tyler opened Gabe's door, and Jolie decided to make a dash for it, running on the stilettos toward the door, trying to beat him to it. But boots slapped the pavement behind her, closing in.

Gabe grabbed her hand, swung her toward him, ducked, and once again she was reeling as he upended her and carried her toward the door.

"How'd you think you'd get inside?" he growled. "Have a key stashed in your underwear?"

She didn't like the nasty edge of his voice, but she opted on the side of caution and kept silent. Besides she could barely catch her breath because she bounced on his hard shoulder as he stomped across the foyer, passed the elevators and stalked up the three flights of stairs.

Jolie was staggered by his strength. He wasn't out of breath. She couldn't help it, but the caveman act was doing it for her.

Moisture flooded her channel but didn't wet a thing because gravity was holding the warm liquid inside her.

Her breasts scraped against the itchy woolen blanket and she prayed they'd get there soon because she was ready to explode. Ready to go wild.

At last he pushed through the door that opened onto her floor and strode toward her apartment. But he didn't put her down; he unlocked the apartment and hurried inside, kicking the door closed behind them.

Then she was sliding downward. He caught her between the door and his large body. He shoved her upward as soon as her heels hit the floor and from the rustling below, she knew what was coming next.

Her shorts opened and he shoved them down. His pants opened and then his cock was pressing at her portal, ramming past her entrance, stretching upward as he brought her down his shaft.

"What the fuck were you doing?" he whispered, leaning into her, his hips beginning to hammer against her, his mouth just above hers, still tight, his teeth bared.

Jolie quivered against him and lifted her legs, clinging to his hips and pressing her chest against his to force him back and give her room to move, but he wasn't having it.

He jerked and tunneled, so close she couldn't drag in enough air. Her head swam, her eyes filled, and only when the tears streaked down her cheeks did he lower his head and cover her mouth.

But he didn't deepen the kiss. His eyes were open, those blue orbs glaring.

She blinked to meet that stare, but couldn't stay stubborn for long because she was coming—fast, hard, her body vibrating and writhing against his in the shallow space between him and door.

The sound of her thrashing, knocking against the door, was overloud, masking her gasps and whimpers.

When she finally hung limp against him, he came out of her and let her slide down to the floor.

He stepped back, stuffed his swollen cock into his pants and zipped up. "Don't go out tonight. You be here. We're not done."

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