December 12, 2017

The 6th Day of Christmas Giveaway!

 

I’m having a 12 Days of Christmas Giveaway.

I have a plan for December!

Christmas Music Videos!

No, that’s not my plan, though I am going to share some of my favorite holiday music with you.

The plan is to give away one of my ebooks for 12 days this December.

The catch is that it’s only on the even days.

 

Rules

Beginning, on December 2nd and ending on December 24th.

Winners will be selected randomly from whoever leaves a comment.

Each day’s giveaway will be left open for 3 full days.  All posts go up at 6 am EST.

Leave a comment if you’re interested in winning that day’s ebook.  No exchanges.

The final winner (for the December 24th giveaway) will be announced on December 27th.

 

Congratulations to the 4th Day of Christmas Giveaway!

And e-copy of  Hers to Own goes to …

Carolyn

 

Todays’s music video is…

All I Want for Christmas

 

The E-book I’m giving away today is…

The Final Quarter

Book 2

Excerpt: 

A shiver of anticipation vibrated through her. I can do this.

Rising once more, she picked up her drink and held the glass out to him. “Can you hold this for a moment, please?”

“Sure.” His deep rumble set her on fire. That was his sex voice. Each time she heard it, awareness skittered along her nerve endings. Her senses sharpened. And it had been a while since he’d used it, so the fact that he did now thrilled her and urged her on.

Serena placed the papers on her chair, then turned and dipped back into her briefcase. A low growl came from behind her this time. With an added wiggle, she retrieved a linen tablecloth from her bag and twirled around. His gaze shifted to her hands. “I don’t want to get the papers wet,” she explained. “Excuse me, please.”

She nudged his arms out of the way, careful not to jostle him too much so he wouldn’t spill their drinks, while she draped the white tablecloth over the round table. It puddled on the floor. “Perfect.” She flashed him another smile, set her papers atop the table again, and reached for her water, though she set it down without taking a drink. Her stomach was a pile of nerves.

“All set to get down to business.”

“And are you going to tell me what the business is?”

Her husband clearly remained leery. She couldn’t fault him for that. This was so out of character for her. He was typically the aggressor in their relationship. She’d always preferred to let others take the lead, even as a child. Maybe because her mother simply rolled right over everyone in her way, a trait of her legal position. Serena had simply found it easier to stay out of her path.

But whatever was going on with her husband was affecting their marriage, and that she wouldn’t stand by and watch while it withered away. She loved him too much to let him go that easily.

Which meant she needed to step up her game if her husband wasn’t prepared to. But maybe it was more than that. Maybe this was about her suggestion a few weeks ago. Didn’t he want a family? She needed to convince him she loved him more than anything, perhaps even more than fulfilling one of her own dreams.

“It’s like I said, Mr. Ryland, we need to discuss a few things.”

“What’s with this Mr. Ryland shit? What game are you playing, Serena?”

“I know you’ve always enjoyed game nights,” she said instead.

He shifted in his seat and looked down at his drink. His clenched the glass in his hand.

“The rush of the game, the physical and mental challenge, the excitement of a win. The devastation of a loss.” She felt bad that they’d lost tonight and almost regretted her words. “I bet the endorphins are flying through your system, even right now.” She cocked her head. “Is it like sex?”

He coughed, very nearly spitting out the mouthful of tea he’d just taken. “Excuse me?”

She put on what she hoped to be an innocent face and mentally prepared herself to forge forward. “Well, I think the high of the game must be like foreplay, then the party afterwards, like an orgasm. So game nights are like having sex.” At least she hoped, because she needed all the help should could get tonight. And she felt utterly foolish saying this crap. But how else was she supposed to lead up to her plan for the evening?

“Ah…”

Serena almost let loose with another giggle, watching Mitch trying to figure out where the hell she was going with this ridiculous conversation “You know,” she purred, “I’m well aware that you couldn’t actually play tonight.” She toyed with the papers. Spun her glass around a little.

“No.”

And her poor baby was pissed and hurting about that. Well, he needed to learn that she had his back. That when shit like this happened, he needed to talk to her. Knowing her husband, he was probably worrying himself sick that he was letting his coach down, his team down, the fans down. And he probably thought he was letting her down too.

The fact that he wouldn’t meet her gaze confirmed it. So she’d just have to help him forget for a while and remember the benefits that went with having somebody who cared for him. Somebody who loved him and was willing to fly across multiple states, plan some pretty special and erotic nights for him to take his mind off his troubles. If he wasn’t going to come home to her, then she would damn well to come to him.

“I have a something that might take your mind off your current situation.” Serena pulled her gaze from the man across from her and scanned the bar. Nobody paid them a bit of attention. She slipped off the stool, dropped to her knees and scurried under the table, letting the cloth provide the cover she needed.

“Serena.” Mitch’s harsh whisper reached her ears, but she chose to ignore him, instead she tucked her hands beneath his pants and ran her hands up his legs.

He jumped. “What the fuck?”

 

 

 

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Today’s question: What’s your favorite holiday movie? 

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Winner will be announced on December 16th.

 

 

 

December 11, 2017

It’s a Collection of Giveaways!

 

 

It’s time to play.

A photographer who likes to play games entices a professional ball player into spending the evening in front of her camera – naked.

Click on the cover above, and you’ll head straight to Instafreebie,
where you can download your e-copy of Game Night.

Check out an excerpt from Game Night

 

High powered, high ranking…and in high heels.

The term sex object brings to mind a curvaceous starlet on a casting couch or an iconic, bee-stung-lipped beauty being pursued by a powerful, capable man. In Sex Objects, Devlin turns that concept upside down by allowing the woman to objectify a handsome, sensual man, using the concepts of role reversal and power play, but from a female perspective, to create something evocative and fun for the feminine, romance-reader.

 

Throughout the month of December, Deliah Devlin and the numerous authors who’ve contributed to her collections over the last few years are giving away our stories.

 Delilah Devlin’s Collections

If you’re interested in collecting any or all of them, simply subscribe to the Collections blog.

Look for the sign-up in the right column of Delilah’s Collection Website where it says “Subscribe To Blog Via Email”  You  don’t want to  miss a single offering.

BUT, these free stories will only be available for a short time, so jump on them now!

Game Night first appeared in the Sex Objects anthology, which features 17 stories by some extremely talented authors.

 If this collection blurb entices you, grab your free copy of Game Night now, and then perhaps check out the entire Sex Objects collection, and the others, at  Delilah Devlin’s Collections 

Happy Holidays!

 

December 10, 2017

The 5th Day of Christmas Giveaway!

 

I’m having a 12 Days of Christmas Giveaway.

I have a plan for December!

Christmas Music Videos!

No, that’s not my plan, though I am going to share some of my favorite holiday music with you.

The plan is to give away one of my ebooks for 12 days this December.

The catch is that it’s only on the even days.

 

Rules

Beginning, on December 2nd and ending on December 24th.

Winners will be selected randomly from whoever leaves a comment.

Each day’s giveaway will be left open for 3 full days.  All posts go up at 6 am EST.

Leave a comment if you’re interested in winning that day’s ebook.  No exchanges.

The final winner (for the December 24th giveaway) will be announced on December 27th.

 

Congratulations to the 3rd Day of Christmas Giveaway!

And e-copy of Sliding into Home goes to …

Jessica

 

Todays’s music video is…

Oh Holy Night

 

The E-book I’m giving away today is…

Her Choice

Excerpt: 

 

He placed one large hand flat on the wall next to her head. “Yes?”

Her heart raced.

He leaned in closer. His eyes dropped to half-mast.

“I was wondering if…maybe…you might…”

He dipped his head to the right and brought his nose to the curve of her neck. He sniffed and nuzzled her skin. “You smell nice.”

The whisper of his words tickled her skin. Goosebumps broke out along her body. She gulped.

“What were you wondering, Lena?”

God, his voice—low, raspy, sexy—made her think of tangled sheets and sweaty bodies. His tongue lightly traced the sweep of her ear. She moaned and tipped her head slightly. He sucked her lobe between his teeth and nipped. She gasped. “I was thinking that…” She swallowed. He tucked his face into the space between her shoulder and her head. His breath warmed her flesh. Her nipples hardened to achy points beneath her shirt. She wanted his hands on her. She couldn’t stop from grasping his waist and clinging to his leather belt.

“Lena?”

“Hmm?” Wasn’t she the one trying to ask him a question?

“Look at me.”

She lifted her chin and opened her eyes, hesitant to see the look on his face, the desire she wished for in his eyes. When their gazes finally connected and locked, she couldn’t hold back a groan at the ravenous look he gave her.

“I’m going to kiss you.”

“Okay.” Was there any other answer?

His slow and sexy smile stripped away her breath. His hooded eyes mirrored the passion coursing through her veins. All sorts of naughty thoughts crowded inside her head.

He brushed his lips lightly across hers. He didn’t try to gain entry to deepen the kiss. He simply applied more pressure. He licked along her bottom lip and then the top. Then he pressed his mouth tight to hers.

Just as she was about to open to him, desperate for a taste, he was gone, taking his delicious heat with him. She opened her eyes. She didn’t remember closing them. She blinked to regain clarity.

“I’d like to see you tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Wow, what a witty conversationalist. Her teachers would be so proud.

He smiled again, but this time it was quick and more amused than carnal. He backed up, swiveled on his heel, and walked toward the front door, the bottom of his fitted jacket caressing his tight ass.

She fisted her hands. “Hey, wait.” The fog finally lifted, clearing her senses, presenting her with a larger vocabulary.

He turned and cocked an eyebrow.

“I thought you wanted a glass of water.”

“I got what I came for.” He gave her a cheeky wink. “Don’t forget to lock the door and set the alarm.” Then he was gone, the door closing with a soft click behind him.

Lena remained leaning against the wall. What had just happened? She gave her head a shake, pushed away and crossed the hallway to do as he’d told her.

Halfway up the stairs, on the way to her room, she paused and looked back to the front entrance. Perhaps getting him to fall for her would be much easier than she’d thought.

She just needed to remember she was in this for a short-term husband only. Not a friend. Certainly not a soul mate. She simply needed a marriage certificate with his signature on it.

 

 

Leave a comment below for an opportunity to win the e-book Her Choice.

Today’s question: What’s your favorite holiday treat? 

Post will remain open for comments for three days.

Winner will be announced on December 14th.

 

 

 

December 8, 2017

The 4th Day of Christmas Giveaway!

 

I’m having a 12 Days of Christmas Giveaway.

I have a plan for December!

Christmas Music Videos!

No, that’s not my plan, though I am going to share some of my favorite holiday music with you.

The plan is to give away one of my ebooks for 12 days this December.

The catch is that it’s only on the even days.

 

Rules

Beginning, on December 2nd and ending on December 24th.

Winners will be selected randomly from whoever leaves a comment.

Each day’s giveaway will be left open for 3 full days.  All posts go up at 6 am EST.

Leave a comment if you’re interested in winning that day’s ebook.  No exchanges.

The final winner (for the December 24th giveaway) will be announced on December 27th.

 

And the Winner of the 2nd Day of Christmas Giveaway!

An e-copy of Friends with Benefits goes to …

Robyn

 

Todays’s music video is…

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

 

The E-book I’m giving away today is…

Hers to Own

Excerpt: 

 

“My God, you are so fucking sexy.”

Brie sighed and tipped her head back on the pillow, trying to see his facial features in the shadows. “You like?” She pitched her voice low, hoping to come across sultry, like the vixen she’d always wanted to be, then held her breath waiting for his response, anxious for his appraisal.

The man lowered his large body over hers, caging her between his arms. His muscular calves brushed along the outside of hers. He held most of his weight above her, but she reveled in the heat coming off him. With a slight bend of his arms, he leaned down close to her ear and growled, sending a shiver of desire rolling through her.

He nipped her earlobe. “Oh, yeah, baby. I like. A lot.”

He stroked his tongue along the outer rim of her ear, dipped in and swirled around. Even though she couldn’t see him well in the dark, she knew him. Knew all about him. Wanted every inch of him.

His warm breath fluttered over her face. She let her eyes drift closed as she rolled her head to the right, pressing her chin into the pillowcase, giving him better access.

He trailed that wet tongue of his down to the spot on her neck, right smack in the middle between her ear and the slope of her shoulder, the one spot that after all these nights he knew drove her crazy. His mouth opened, heat scorched her skin, and his lips latched on. He stilled and she held her breath in anticipation. He sucked and she arched into the exquisite sensation, while fighting the instinctive urge to pull away before it became too much.

His weight dropped down, pinning her hips in place. She’d waited for this, wanted it forever.

“I’m going to eat you up, baby,” he whispered roughly. “This tiny scrap of lace you’re wearing is gorgeous and highlights your sweet nipples and luscious breasts, never mind your hot-as-hell pussy. But I’m going to strip it away faster than you can blink and lick every sweet spot on your body. I’m going to tie you in knots, fuck you hard and fast until it’s only me your body craves. No other man, Brienna. This is all mine. You are all mine.”

“Yes.” She gasped as he returned to his mark on her neck and increased the pressure. “Yours. All yours.”

She whimpered when he drew away to place kisses down in the valley between her breasts, his face buried between the generous mounds, near, yet so far from her rigid nipples.

Then he paid those nipples homage. He teased each one, moving between them, tempting them. Leaving them wanting, begging for attention. Like two little soldiers they stood straight and tall, poking through the lace she’d spent a small fortune on, eager for his praise. Some things were worth the sacrifice.

He made them wait. Instead he lavished an assault down the inside of her left arm, stopping at the crease of her elbow to lick and suck, leaving tiny love bites, marks she’d happily wear.

He continued his journey until he reached her hand. While she watched, he sucked each finger, one by one, deep into the warmth of his mouth. His tongue swirled around the digit, lapping at the web of skin between each and then leaving the gentlest of kisses on the very tip of each before he moved on to the next. Even though his face remained in the shadows, she sensed his eyes focused on her the entire time.

He treated her other hand with the same dedication and then started down her legs.

Brienna squirmed.

“Stay still, Brienna.” He chuckled, a low, dangerous but oh-so-sexy rumble. “Or I’ll have to start all over.”

 

 

Leave a comment below for an opportunity to win the e-book Hers to Own.

Today’s question: What’s your favorite holiday treat? 

Post will remain open for comments for three days.

Winner will be announced on December 12th.

 

 

 

December 6, 2017

The 3rd Day of Christmas Giveaway!

 

I’m having a 12 Days of Christmas Giveaway.

I have a plan for December!

Christmas Music Videos!

No, that’s not my plan, though I am going to share some of my favorite holiday music with you.

The plan is to give away one of my ebooks for 12 days this December.

The catch is that it’s only on the even days.

 

Rules

Beginning, on December 2nd and ending on December 24th.

Winners will be selected randomly from whoever leaves a comment.

Each day’s giveaway will be left open for 3 full days.  All posts go up at 6 am EST.

Leave a comment if you’re interested in winning that day’s ebook.  No exchanges.

The final winner (for the December 24th giveaway) will be announced on December 27th.

 

And the Winner of the 1st Day of Christmas Giveaway!

An e-copy of Worth the Risk goes to …

Annette Schleihauf

 

Todays’s music video is…

Joy to the World

 

The E-book I’m giving away today is…

Sliding into Home

Book 1

Excerpt: 

What the hell am I thinking?

She wasn’t a one-night or even a two-night stand kind of girl. She didn’t do fantasy sex. Hell, she didn’t really do sex, period. It was okay. It wasn’t great. Isn’t that why Roger had fallen into the arms of another warm body? Well, that and the fact that her aspirations didn’t match up with his.

She needed to get out of there. She’d pay her friends back for the room—somehow. Devyn took a step toward the door that appeared to be a mile away.

The water stopped, freezing her mid-stride. Panic swelled. She spun in all directions. Oh, God. Typically, she considered herself a strong woman, but at the moment, she felt so out of her element, and a strong sense of foreboding rolled over her. She needed a place to hide. Dive behind the sofa or behind the heavy curtains?

A door opened and steam rolled into the hallway. The slap of wet feet against ceramic tile pulled her gaze back to the hallway but didn’t encourage her feet to move. Then the soft thud of footfalls on carpet and a deep hum preceded the man about to make his entrance.

Devyn began backing up, hands out at her sides to avoid tripping over furniture. The closer the humming got, the quicker she stepped, until she smacked into the patio door, and sucked in a breath, just as he entered the main room.

She couldn’t stop the immediate flood of arousal that shot through her when she caught sight of the gorgeous hulking male specimen strolling into the room, head down, large hands adjusting a fluffy white towel slung low on his hips, his damp hair curling around the edges of his ears.

She licked her lips. Instinct. Gut feeling. Whatever it was—she knew.  She couldn’t look. Yet she couldn’t close her eyes. She noticed every little detail starting at his sexy feet. The dark hair covering his legs. Could knees be sexy? Every hard line, every muscle of his tight abdomen, as her gaze swept up, up and up, until she reached his face.

That face. She must have moaned, must have made some small noise announcing her presence. His head jerked up and his eyes rounded in surprise, his skin flushed from the shower, or from finding her in his room?

Oh God, this has to be dream. Or maybe it was her fantasy after all.

“Devyn?”

“Jack.”

 

 

Leave a comment below for an opportunity to win the e-book Sliding into Home.

Today’s question: What’s your favorite holiday memory? 

Post will remain open for comments for three days.

Winner will be announced on December 10th.