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Squee! Squee!
Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

Today deserves two squeals. Maybe even three.

If you stopped by my blog during November, you know that I entered the annual NaNoWriMo challenge—thousands of writers banding together to get 50,000 words on paper. I made it yesterday with a little help from my friends who wouldn’t let me fail.

During November, I finished one novella (which I’ve already contracted with Ellora’s Cave), a proposal for a major publisher, the first chapter of my free read, the first two chapters of another proposal and the first five chapters of a second novella for Ellora’s Cave.

Not too shabby at all even if I do say so myself. And besides a slight headache, stiff fingers and a numb butt, I’m feeling pretty good about everything I accomplished. Yay, me!

The little tiny squeal is for the thirty pounds I’ve managed to shave off my plump physique this year. Yeah, it took a whole dang year to do it, but today I’m heading to the stores to shop for skinny pants for my cruise. Okay, still not so skinny, but I’m weighing in on the pleasant side of plump now. And I don’t have a thing to wear that I’m not dragging up over my ass a dozen times of day—because they are falling off!

The second major squeal is for my new very naughty release tomorrow, RAW SILK. Take a peek inside.


A wicked, no-strings one-night stand turns unexpectedly complicated when three lonely hearts collide…

Camille sacrificed romance for success long ago. Now that the lingerie company she and her best friend built is hugely successful, she has a few regrets. Wanting to let down her hair and explore the possibilities, she agrees to meet a man at a bar for drinks only to wind up needing help when she rebuffs his sexual overtures.

Jake and Daniel are two firefighters hitting the bar for a quick drink after a long shift when they see a classy beauty fending off an overzealous boyfriend. With a flex of biceps they chase him off then settle in to seduce the lovely woman whose eyes reflect a hunger they understand all too well.

What starts as a simple, pleasurable one-night stand, quickly burns up the sheets. While Jake knows he can’t let Camille crush their relationship because of age differences, Daniel still thinks he can walk—until he gets a whiff of Camille’s best friend Lacey. Suddenly three isn’t enough.

Reader Advisory: Burning up the sheets is putting it mildly! Inhibitions are out the door with scenes of m/f/m, m/f/m/f, f/f and m/m.

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Camille’s hands shook as she inserted the key in her apartment door. The two burly men flanking her hadn’t given her an inch of space to breathe, hadn’t left her alone a single moment to rethink this plan.

It had all happened so fast. One minute her focus was Malcolm and the contract his company had been on the verge of offering. Then in the blink of an eye, she’d been seduced away from her purpose by two slick firefighters with bodies to die for. Was she really going to make love with both of them? Was she that desperate?

The lock clicked. Jake reached around her and shoved open the door.

She shouldn’t have been excited by the urgency his action telegraphed. Alarm would have been a more natural reaction, but she did like the way he took charge. How long had it been since a man did anything other than follow her politely inside?

Danny pushed her through the door. His hands were already tugging away her jacket and going for her blouse, reaching around her to unbutton the long row while he touched her intimately down her front.

Too late, she remembered the creamy, ultrafeminine floral bra she’d donned at the shop. As soon as her blouse opened, her nipples peeked above the “shelf”.

Danny’s breath hitched, jerking his chest against her back. His hands cupped her bare flesh, squeezing.

Jake closed the door behind them and stalked past, pulling his t-shirt over his head. All she could do was gape. With a strong male body heating up her backside and all that luscious muscle to view while she was being stripped, she knew she was in way over her head.

When he glanced back, Jake’s face was taut, his gaze narrowing on her mostly naked chest. Looking at him was like eyeing a tiger at the zoo, only there weren’t bars between them to keep her safe.

Holding her gaze, he strode toward her and knelt, his gaze smoldering. He eased his hands under skirt.

Her breaths shortened when his fingertips traced the tops of her thigh-high hosiery. His fingers lingered, slipped inside the snug bands and let them go.

The snap and the darkening pleasure etched on his face made her knees weak. He rolled the hose down, lifted one foot at a time to slip off her pumps and the stockings. Then he was back under her skirt again, swooping upward. His hands stopped at the edge of her lacy panties then traced the elastic around her hips.

The rise of his eyebrows and the amused quirk of his lips was all the reaction he gave. Hidden under his skirt, he tugged the slender elastic, tightening it between her buttocks.

She bit her lips rather than bleat a breathy “Jesus” because she had the feeling she’d be praying for release over and over again this night.

How the hell had she gotten herself in this situation? Did she really want rescuing? Maybe she just needed them to slow down so she could catch her breath—or so she could savor the scandalous delight.

It was her sister’s fault. Amy’s newfound happiness with her husband had Camille rethinking her own life choices. Including the one that had excluded any long-term relationships. How could she have known she’d have such a long drought of partners?

She’d wanted the career and the opulent storefront. However, the soft chubby-cheeked baby she’d held in her arms last weekend had reminded her that time was marching on and she wasn’t getting any younger.

If she was going to find Mr. Right, she had to get out more. Malcolm had seemed an appropriate choice. She’d mistaken him for a gentleman.

These two enthusiastic men weren’t on her agenda at all, but then again, she needed some practice. What would one night of freaky sex hurt anyway?

It wasn’t as if they were ever going to see each other again. They didn’t run in the same circles. They could have their choice of women given their attractiveness and sheer maleness. So it wasn’t likely that either of them would give her another thought past this delicious moment.

She could do this…let some of the pent-up yearnings she’d ignored unravel a bit. And she couldn’t think of two better candidates for the job.

Jake was the taller of the two, his shoulders nearly as wide her doorway. He’d had to duck to step inside. He was handsome in a rough-hewn way with a blunt nose and chin. His eyes were a startling blue. Even his close-cropped brown hair appealed. For as large as he was, he moved with grace. She remembered the way he’d danced, his body surrounding her, supporting her with his thigh and the tender crush of his fingers.

Danny, only slightly less tall and broad, was still mouthwateringly masculine. His brown eyes danced with easy humor until aroused then glinted darkly, his expression growing almost feral. Scary, in a completely sexy way.

And she was going to experience them both. Somehow, she knew they wouldn’t be one-minute wonders. And that the competition between them would only spur them to provide her greater delights.

If Lacey could see her now, she’d be shocked. And beside herself with laughter. Steady, much-too-sensible Camille was about to be the filling in a very naughty sandwich.

“You’re thinking too much,” Jake said, still kneeling at her feet. Her blouse was open, her bra hanging off her arms, and Danny was peering over her shoulder at her breasts while he played.

The corners of Jake’s mouth curled, and he grabbed the hem of her skirt and began to roll it upward, baring the length of her legs then passing her crotch until the fabric bunched around her waist.

Out of reflex, she pressed her knees together, but he wasn’t having any of it. Jake slipped his hands between her legs and pushed apart her thighs.

Danny pinched her nipples, distracting her, and then Jake leaned closer and pressed kisses on her upper thighs. When his fingers grazed her sex through the delicate lace, she jumped, gasping. But he only smiled and planted his thumbs on her outer folds, pressing through the fabric to spread them open. He gave a quick glance upward and winked, catching her open-mouthed expression.

She swallowed hard as he stuck out his tongue and touched her there. Rubbing it over the lacy fabric above her hooded clit. Just that one little spot when she was ready for him to plunge deep. But the teasing little flicker sent darts of electric pleasure zinging toward her womb.

Danny pinched her nipples harder and she quivered, jerking softly against his chest.

Jake burrowed deeper and latched his wicked lips around her clit and suckled, the moist sounds obscene in the silence that surrounded them. She was the only one nearly naked. The only one exposed.

“Are you close, sweetheart? Tell me when you’re close,” Danny whispered in her ear.

“Almost there,” she moaned. Her breath caught and her eyes widened because amazingly she was beginning the spiral.

Jake leaned back and smoothed his hands up the outside of her thighs, soothing her while she caught her breath. He lurched upward and grabbed her waist, hoisting her off the ground. Danny’s hands fell away.

“Put your legs around me,” Jake growled. “Where’s the bedroom?”

The man didn’t waste words on sweet talk, but she wasn’t complaining about the lack. She wound herself around him and nodded toward the hallway.

“Not too late to kick us to the door,” he said against her ear.

“I’m okay with this,” she said, her voice muffled against his neck. As long as he held her, she wasn’t willing to end this until she had the pleasure his taut voice promised.

He strode through the open doorway. The light flickered on above them, and inwardly she groaned because she’d hoped they might do this in the dark.

But guys liked to look, didn’t they? And the lamp light was golden, forgiving of any small flaws. Compared to their masculine perfection, she felt herself at a decided disadvantage. Men didn’t swarm her. Women couldn’t take their eyes off either one of them.

Or maybe they didn’t give a damn that her attractiveness didn’t quite meet their standard. She’d been an easy mark. A damsel in need of rescue. And they were the heroic kind, weren’t they? What they didn’t know was they’d saved her from more than just an overzealous lounge lizard.

She’d started the evening staring at a long weekend and knowing she needed to make plans. A professional planner with the ultimate project in mind—a major life makeover. Only she’d been afraid she’d back down, decide it might be too late to set another course.

Her two husky firemen had saved her from her own cowardice. Now she hoped she’d have a little self respect left after a night of debauchery. And God, she hoped she was about to be debauched.

She wanted what they’d promised with their hot stares, masculine swaggers and strong hands—hot, silky-slick sex.

11 comments to “Squee! Squee!”

  1. Aimee
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      · December 1st, 2009 at 11:27 am · Link

    Congrats on all of your accomplishments!! And I feel you on the weight issue, it’s so easy putting it on and HELL getting it off. Having to buy smaller pants, it’s a dilemma I’d like to have :grin:



  2. Linda Henderson
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      · December 1st, 2009 at 12:13 pm · Link

    This book is HOT. Did you need the firefighters to put out the fire on the pages? Can’t wait to read it.



  3. Brandy W
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      · December 1st, 2009 at 1:15 pm · Link

    Congratulations on everything Delilah. You’ve accomplished so much this past month. Your upcoming vacation is well earned.



  4. Jodi Olson
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      · December 1st, 2009 at 1:21 pm · Link

    Wow congrats on the weight loss.That is wonderful. Congrats on the book tomorrow too. Way to go girl.
    Jodi



  5. Jodi Olson
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      · December 1st, 2009 at 1:22 pm · Link

    Oh I forgotto tell you yesterday I ordered one of your books the one with the firefighter on cover.
    Jodi



  6. Delilah Devlin
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      · December 1st, 2009 at 2:27 pm · Link

    Aimee! I just got back from shopping. I went from the Women’s section to the Misses–dropping three numbers!!! Actually, one pair I bought dropped 5!

    Linda! And you’ve only got a little nibble of what’s to come. Firefighters know how to bring the heat! :mrgreen:

    Brandy! I think that after the ups and downs of this year, my vacation is just what I need!



  7. Delilah Devlin
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      · December 1st, 2009 at 2:28 pm · Link

    Jodi! Thanks, hon. You must be talking about TO SERVE AND PROTECT—the one with the hairy man chest that I just love!



  8. SonyaM
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      · December 1st, 2009 at 5:50 pm · Link

    Congratulations and a Big Kudos to you! You definitely deserve the new clothes!



  9. Estella
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      · December 1st, 2009 at 6:15 pm · Link

    Congrats on the book and the weight loss!



  10. Fedora
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      · December 2nd, 2009 at 1:03 am · Link

    Wow, Delilah! You have SO much to be proud of! Hooray for you for so many fantastically incredible accomplishments, and the year’s not over yet! Hope you enjoy shopping for that new wardrobe ;) Celebrate!



  11. Delilah
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      · December 2nd, 2009 at 12:46 pm · Link

    Sonya! Boy, I’ll be paying for this trip all year long! But sooo worth it!

    Estella, thanks!!

    Fedora! I will. But today’s the tailor shop. I am trying to be extra good until I leave so that I don’t outgrow my new jeans!