Secret Ambitions

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RT TOP PICK! - for SEDUCED BY DARKNESS
Current mood: bouncy
Category: Romance and Relationships

From Romantic Times BOOKReviews Magazine, reviewer Gail Pruszkowski:

4.5 stars and TOP PICK!

"The electrifying follow-up to Into the Darkness is a breathless read. Devlin's intricate vampire society is filled with compelling personalities. The chemistry between the characters is explosive, and the horrific villain will give you goosebumps. Highly charged sex scenes, including oral, anal, M/F/M, bondage and submission, will raise your temperature, and the ending will leave you begging for more…"

(4.5, BTW, is their highest award–then add the "Top Pick!"–OMG!)

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EXCERPT from My Immortal Knight-7: Knight Dreams

MY IMMORTAL KNIGHTS

Quentin Albermarle's beloved wife, Darcy, lies in a coma after being savaged by a werewolf. Fearing she might never waken, or worse that she will be a maddened beast, Quentin returns to the Cayman Islands seeking the one woman who can save his wife. In the past, this powerful vampire and witch seduced him with magic and turned him into a vampire to provide herself a mate, but he freed himself from her spell and fled her influence a century and a half ago. Returning now, seeking her help, he is reminded of their strange relationship and must resist her attempts to enslave him again. The price she demands for her help may cost him his love.

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"'Bout time you come home, husband."

 

Quentin Albermarle steeled himself against the sudden thrill that quickened his heartbeat and heated his sex. He couldn't see her yet, but the scent of honeysuckle and mint strengthened. "Don't call me that, witch!" he spit out.

 

"Husband," she enunciated slowly, closer this time. "Husss-band," she whispered now into his ear.

 

He forced himself not to flinch away, but already her scents wafted, thinned. He relaxed as she moved silently away. Although his night vision was keen, he couldn't see her yet and knew she'd used glamour to tantalize and tease him. "We never married," he said keeping his tone flat, emotionless.

 

"You called me wife."

 

"You played with my affections—tricked me into loving you."

 

"So angry still," she said in her throaty, lilting tones. "So scared." At last she circled to stand in front of him.

 

She was as lovely as the night he'd finally broken free of her spell. Nearly his height, her eyes rose only slightly to meet his steady glare. A deep, bottomless brown, her wide-set gaze stared back, unblinking...:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

Quentin knew her tricks and drew himself back, shifting his glance to look beyond her shoulders, sweeping the shadows of the tiled patio to see whether they were alone.

 

"All alone, we are," she said, lifting her hand to trail a long finger along the crest of his shoulder. "Aren't you going to ask me, hussss-band?"

 

Quentin drew a deep breath, slowly, trying not to let her see how important his request was to him. A foolish wish, naturally. The witch "saw" everything. Had likely scried his arrival on the island in a bowl of blood-kissed water. "I need your help."

 

Her gaze swept sideways and her lips curved in a close-lipped, feline smile. "You know what I will demand, husss-band."

 

Knowing the cost might be more than he could bear, Quentin bit out, "What do you want?"

 

She turned, looking back at him over the shoulder bared by her loose, silk caftan. "Three times…you must bring me satisfaction. You must make me scream with want of you. Then, and only then, will I…consider…helping you save your other woman. The one who lies asleep. The one you fear will waken snarling over your betrayal."

 

Quentin closed his eyes briefly. She's asked the one thing he most feared. Darcy would never forgive him. "Don't ask me this. I love her."

 

"You love her, yet you let them take the one thing she will never forgive you for losing."

 

"I couldn't save it," he said quickly. Too quickly.

 

"Perhaps, you did not want to save it. You chose her, over his child."

 

"I chose life over inevitable death."

 

Her head canted in her odd way, as though listening to whispers. Her gaze narrowed. "Are you so sure the little one is lost?"

 

"He was pierced by a wolf's fangs. He's as good as dead."

 

"And yet, you stand here, asking me to save her—when she too, was savaged by a wolf."

 

Quentin ground his jaws together, so fierce was his desire to do something—anything--to save her. "She's strong. So are your powers. It's the only reason I'm standing here now."

 

"You want a chance," she said softly, moving again, pausing in the shadows beside a potted hyacinth to stroke its petals. "Maybe I can give it to you." When her gaze sliced back, her eyes glittered, her mouth formed a rigid line. "But first, you must please me. Do you remember how to do that, lover?"

 

Oh, he remembered. She'd enslaved him, taught him exactly how to ease the ache that accompanied a ravenous appetite for sex. Too many times, she'd left him drunk on the flavours of her arousal. He'd feasted on her feminine flesh countless times—still dreamed of it in his nightmares.

 

He'd been young, reckless…stupid. Led by his cock and his thirst for adventure.

 

She'd been elusive, mysterious. Appearing at the edge of Lewis's estate gardens, then disappearing with the next blink of his eyes, fascinating him with fleeting glimpses of her long, taut body and lovely face.  He'd dreamed of her before they'd actually met. Made love to her in a dream world where every fantasy he'd ever conceived, and many more he'd never thought of, came true under her tutelage.

 

God, he remembered her taste, the feel of her satiny, oiled skin, the scent of honeysuckle, mint and her womanly musk. "Stop it!"

 

Her laughter was low and sultry. She stepped fully from the shadows into the moonlight and drew her shift over her head, dropping it to the patio floor.

 

Naked, her body was everything he'd remembered. Honed, powerful muscle. Sleek curves. Full, luscious breasts, tipped with dark brown nipples, slightly oval. The stems were tight and long as though a lover had already plucked them.

 

Below, there was one change. Her pussy was waxed, the brown folds plump and glistening.

 

She trailed a finger between her nether lips and brought it to her mouth, licking it clean like a cat. "Yes, I knew you'd come. I've waited. Longed for this. Now, you will taste my devotion, my lust for you."

 

Quentin's whole body tightened in rejection. "Don't ask this," he ground out.

 

"Because she won't forgive you?"

 

"Because I won't ever forgive you if you demand this."

 

Her hand speared the air, her fingers fluttering in a beckoning motion that tugged his cock into full erection.

 

So quickly, he hissed between his clenched teeth.

 

"You think you have a choice?"

 

His heartbeats growing leaden inside his chest, he knew he didn't. His resistance would be overcome, whether by her magick or by his need. To fight her now would only anger her.

 

And he had to please her. Make her come three times…screaming. He knew how to draw her arousal so tight her whole body would bend in a fierce arch, her fingernails would rake his skin, her pussy would clench around his cock so tight he'd give up his seed, helpless to resist.

 

This was how it had always been between them.

 

Fierce. Fucking like animals. Once, long ago, he'd thought he found his soul mate in a dark-skinned woman. Instead he'd surrendered his soul to a demon.

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Invite Me In -- My Harlequin Spice Brief

You must invite me in...

I awoke from my dreams, emerging through the dark strata to find my heart pounding against my chest, my soft cotton sheets tangled around my limbs. I noted the hour on my digital clock—midnight. Listened to rain pinging on the tiles of my balcony. Yes, I was awake.

Invite me in.

The voice wasn't a part of any sensual dream. I felt it like a physical caress. The rasp of his words and insistent tone slithered sinuously along my hip, wrapped around my spine, creeping upward like the glide of a warm palm to lift goose bumps on my naked skin—until, at last, he whispered in my ear.

Open to me.

I recognized the deep tones and slight inflections of an indiscernible accent. I'd heard it before, several nights ago, echoing in my mind.

Even then, I'd known he was different. Never had a voice reached me without my seeking it first.

Perhaps, that was the reason his dark, primal passion resonated so deeply inside me. Only I knew that wasn't the whole truth. I shied away from the fact I found him every bit as irresistible as did the woman next door who had more men passing through her door than the Saint's locker room.

He was back—the one with the wicked kisses and silky caresses—and soon he'd be sliding into bed with her. Although why, when she'd barely satisfied him the last time, I didn't understand.

I told myself I was on a deadline. I couldn't afford to lose sleep, but her delight was palpable. What was it about him that made him such an overwhelming temptation?

Curious, I relaxed the defenses I instinctively threw up to ward off the sensations that swept through my body when people nearby began to warm and grow more urgent as they lost themselves to passion.

For once, I waited eagerly for the intrusion of carnal thoughts drifting in the ether. I reached out, finding the slender threads of their spirits as they lifted, intertwined, and followed them back into her room. Because I could only meld myself with one, I chose her.

Her eagerness flooded me with heat. Already, her breasts tingled and tightened…as did mine.  

He stepped closer, I knew because she inhaled sharply, dragging in the fragrance clinging to his cheeks and dampened hair. His scent, redolent with the aroma of fresh rain and heated, male musk, slowly filled my nostrils.

In moments, his lips glided across her mouth, fastening to suction softly before he thrust his tongue inside. He tasted of mint and coffee, and something else I didn't recognize because he moved on too quickly, sliding his firm lips along her jaw and lower.

Her sighs deepened, her slender frame trembled. He pushed her down to the mattress and covered her, head to toe, like a soft blanket of solid muscle and masculine heat.

Anticipation shortened our breaths and made our hearts pound faster. He reached out to snag her wrist. His thumb swept back and forth as he pushed her hand above her head and pressed it into the pillow—a silent command to submit.

Could he feel her pulse leap beneath his gently chafing thumb?

I could. My own pulse skittered, and then rushed screaming through my body to plump the folds of my sex. He brought me to the brink that fast.

Something about him drew me helplessly into her bedroom, kept me trapped beneath his long, rangy frame, my mind and body opening to the wicked delights he rained upon her warm skin.

I closed my eyes and let the fingers she trailed along his body tell me how sleek and hard his muscled back and flanks were.

When she plunged her fingers into his thick hair, I learned its silky texture and length. When he leaned over her to kiss her mouth, I felt it sweep forward to brush my cheeks.

The weight of his body crushed the breath from her, and made me gasp with pleasure. The pressure of his clothed, rigid cock burrowing between her folds drew a lusty wash of liquid arousal from her body…and mine.

My legs splayed open. My knees came up to hug the sides of his hips and encourage him closer, deeper.

"Too many clothes…" her soft words intruded…or were they mine?

A hot, hard palm cupped a naked breast; his thumb scraped a ruched nipple. I arched my back to press against his hand, demanding a rougher exploration. When his lips latched onto a nipple and drew hard, I gasped.

My hips rolled, beginning a rhythm that slowed the beats of my racing heart, and my hands fell to the pillow beside my head as I let him lead me—no, lead us—toward completion.

"I need you naked…please…inside me…" I whimpered. Already the walls of my vagina clenched and rippled, readying for his penetration.

He murmured, nuzzling my neck until I turned my head to the side to allow him to trail a wet kiss along my skin. His teeth scraped, eliciting a moan, his lips drew on my skin, suckling hard for a moment, and then I felt a sharp, piercing pain—

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Check it out!! SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY is available now!!
Current mood: accomplished

Sleeping with the Enemy
HarperCollins Avon Red
ISBN-13: 9780061493799

A lone rogue vampire mingles among his hunters in a blood bar, undetected…then a beautiful woman snares his attention. Suddenly, he's running, leading her on a chase until she corners him, stake dangling from her slender fingertips. 

Now he has a couple of choices, play it sexy or safe?

Related to the world of Into the Darkness.

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Into the Darkness out in mass market paperback!

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Sold to Harlequin Spice!!

Just letting you know...I sold a short to Harlequin Spice!!!!! My BFF Kim Kay Terry and I challenged each other to write a short story for them when we saw HS announce they wanted submissions. We will be among their launch authors! And of course, we've submitted some other interesting projects. Will let you know what we hear!

My short for HS is a nasty little paranormal--my specialty!

DD

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Into the Darkness -- excerpt

Into the Darkness

By Delilah Devlin

"Natalie, let go."

This time his plea lacked conviction. He was succumbing to the desire, just as she was. His hips rolled, and he rubbed his rigid cock, still clothed in rough denim, against her delicate skin.

She opened wide her legs and reached for the top of his jeans. Her fingers curved like talons around the waistband, and she jerked them to open his zipper and shoved them down his hips, past his hard, round buttocks. His cock emerged from the parting zipper to fall against her belly.

Engorged, his thick shaft felt heavy and hard. Although she hadn't any experience with sex, her body instinctively sought connection. Her belly curved, rubbing and caressing his shaft, and her knees rose on either side of his hips.

"No!" he gasped, and tried to hold himself away, but his action only aided her intent, giving her room to reach between their bodies and grasp his cock and push it between her legs.

When the blunt, rounded head of his sex brushed between her slick folds, he stilled. "Not gonna happen, dammit!" he seethed.

She sucked harder on his neck, punishing him, drawing on him until he trembled again and lowered his hips which forced him between her folds.

Natalie took him the rest of the way. Bracing her feet on the bed to lift her bottom, she circled on his cock, screwing him deeper inside, working his thick cock past her virgin walls.

She gasped at the pressure, gloried in the fullness. She pulsed her hips, reveling in the deepening pressure and the friction building between his shaft and her passage.

When his round, blunt head butted against the obstruction deep inside her vagina, he groaned.

Pain pierced through the sensual haze that had gripped her to this point. Tempted to force him deeper, one last shred of conscience caused her to hesitate.

Rene had been nothing but kind. Twice he'd risked his life to rescue her. How could she take away his choice in this most intimate act?

Although her body protested, growing rigid with denial, she withdrew her teeth from his neck and lapped to stem the flow of blood from the tiny wounds, finding that they closed quickly under the glide of her tongue. Skimming her tongue across the tips of her teeth, she felt them retract, like a cat's claws within their sheathes.

Rene pushed up on his arms and glared down. The fury banked in his eyes made her shiver with the first frissons of fear.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, not knowing how to explain what she'd done. "I didn't mean to—"

"Shut up." His jaws clenched tight, and his body trembled.

Tears filled her eyes, blurring the features of his face. "It was too strong—the need—I couldn't help it."

"Just shut up!" he ground out. He didn't press inside her any further, just held himself perfectly still, grinding his teeth with the effort.

But he didn't withdraw his cock.

That little fact took a couple of seconds to register. She kept silent, not wanting to anger him further, letting him take the time to decide for himself which way this would end.

"What the fuck did you do to me? I can't stop." His forehead fell against hers. "I'm so damn hard for you. I'm gonna hurt you, chère."

She shook her head, but bit her lip afraid to speak, and removed her hands from his shoulders, lowering them to the pillow beside her head. This was his decision—his alone. If he found the strength to fight the same overpowering urge to mate that she felt, she'd lose her chance to be with him.

His gaze dropped from her face to sweep over her breasts and lower to where their bodies joined. His nostrils flared and his jaw tensed. His whole body shuddered. "Damn you."

Then he withdrew—a slow slide that had her clenching inner muscles around him to hold him inside—all the way until only the head of his cock remained between her swollen lips.

Natalie held her breath, waiting, hoping—dying as every second ticked by. Her body quivered, anticipating, aching to be filled.

Rene closed his eyes, his jaws grinding closed, again. Another shudder rippled through him, vibrating the blunt crown poised at her entrance.

Her sex relaxed then clasped around him, emitting a succulent sound that embarrassed her.

"Ah God," he groaned and adjusted his hands, one at a time on the mattress. "I can't stop. I can't—" He slid back inside with a firm flex of his buttocks—this time a smooth, easy glide.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" she cried out. She was soaking wet, oozing a creamy invitation.

His cock lapped and twisted in it, tunneling side to side, stretching her to take his girth.

Natalie's bottom quivered as she held herself high to take his strokes.

Rene twisted gently, rotating his hips, holding back, but unable to withdraw. His tight, rigid features reflected the helpless urge gripping her own body to finish the act.

When next he butted against the proof of her innocence, he opened his eyes. Searing heat and regret intermingled in the hard glare he leveled on her. He lowered his chest and bracing on one arm, reached beneath her to cup one buttock, pressing down with his hips to wordlessly urge her to the mattress.

Then tucking his face in the corner of her neck, he rocked against her, going only so deep. "Put your legs around my waist," he rasped.

Natalie awkwardly clasped his slim waist with her legs, hooking her ankles behind him. She found the movement angled her hips to ease his sliding movements, and she sighed.

Her arms closed around his shoulders, and she hugged him tight, resting her cheek against his sweat-slick skin.

Once, twice, he stroked inward, tapping her hymen. "Ready?"

"Please," she whimpered.

"Fuck me," he groaned and rammed forward, pushing hard against it.

The stubborn membrane guarding her womb relented, tearing away, allowing him to slide deeper until his cock filled her to bursting.

Natalie gasped. The pain wasn't great, just a stinging sensation that subsided as he continued to glide inside her. However, the girth of his cock stretched her tight channel as he pushed himself deeper and deeper, his strokes coming faster now and sharper.

His breath gusted against her neck, and the muscles along his back and shoulders bunched. The tension building in her core matched the strength of the thrusts he levered his hips to deliver. He lifted his head above hers, staring into her face. His expression was angry and strained at the same time. As he worked, stoking a fiery friction between them, his cheeks reddened, and sweat broke on his forehead and upper lip.

Faster, harder—both their chests jerked as their breaths hitched and gasped. Then the coil of desire, the one he'd taught her to recognize, curled inside her belly, tighter and tighter.

She sobbed and ground her hips against him to take him deeper still. "Jesus, harder, Rene! Please," she keened.

With his hands planted on the mattress, he lifted his upper body to give himself greater leverage and powered into her pussy, the force of his strokes driving breath from her lungs.

Hips braced high, she welcomed the slap of balls against the crease of her ass and the friction burning her pussy as he hammered faster and harder.

At last, Natalie shattered, crying out as a dark wave crested over her.

Rene spilled liquid fire into her womb, pumping to bathe her inner channel with his release. "Merde!" he muttered, pounding a fist into the bed even as his hips continued to rock. His forehead fell to the pillow beside her.

Natalie panted like a cat, the ripples gripping her channel slowing as the trembling in her thighs increased. She eased her legs to the mattress.

"Shit. That wasn't supposed to happen."

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Cowboy -- excerpt

Cowboy

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Three Days to INTO THE DARKNESS
Category: Romance and Relationships

Just three days left until INTO THE DARKNESS releases! And I can't wait to see what you all have to say about it! Here's what reviewers are saying:

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