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Are you BEGGING FOR IT yet?
Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

I’ve gotten a string of fantastic reviews for Begging For It. I want to share them in case you’ve been on the fence about the story or didn’t know that it’s out there. Here are some review snippets, and following them is an excerpt. A dirty one, so be sure to be alone when read it! Cross gives over control to TJ—but that doesn’t last long! :)

“This was the most gripping, emotionally charged sexy foray into BDSM (heavy on the S&M) I’ve ever read. If you are a reader who thinks there could never be pain with pleasure, then this story will change your mind…in the end, you’ll be so gripped by the brilliance of Ms. Devlin’s storytelling abilities, that the final pages will twist your guts in knots. I breathed with both Cross and TJ. I ached with them. And when it was over, I couldn’t stop thinking about them.” A “10” for Story, Seriously Reviewed

“…I absolutely loved this book… With these two dynamic characters, the emotional pull of this story was outstanding… Emotions ran the gamut and reached out to draw you in.” 5 Stars and Top Pick!, Night Owl Reviews

“…This story is an emotional rollercoaster that will make you laugh, cry, and overheat… Devlin weaves an enthralling tale… It’s a novella that’s impossible to put down, a definite gem worth reading again and again.” 5 Hearts, The Romance Studio

“…Delilah Devlin is at her finest with BEGGING FOR IT!… It is heartbreaking but real. Yes this is a very hot erotic novella but the story really spoke to me… BEGGING FOR IT is outrageous and perfectly delicious!” Joyfully Reviewed

What the story’s about…

She needs punishment…before she deserves pleasure.

Tragedy scarred TJ Lipton. Now, the only way she can find pleasure is when its delivered with a heavy-handed dose of S&M. But finding a lover who can give her what she needs proves an elusive quest—until she finds the sex club Unfettered and a Dom named Cross McNally.

Cross understands all too well what drives TJ. He takes command of her body to give her everything she needs—restraint, the stinging kiss of a flogger, the thrill of a three-way—a sexual adventure that pulls her beyond her painful past and has her begging for more of his tender brand of domination.

She released him and sat back, wiping a hand across her mouth as she looked up.

His eyes were narrowed slits. Skin stretched taut around his square jaw.

TJ backed away and stood, quickly stripping off her clothes until she was nude as well and panting with excitement.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked with another slow up and down glide.

Lord, who the hell was in charge here? Not her. His strokes made her jealous of his hand. She wanted all that thick hardness crammed up inside her.

“We need a condom,” she said, quietly, urgency straining her voice.

“The bedside stand,” he said, aiming his chin toward it, giving up even a pretense that she was still in control.

Eagerly, she went to the stand and opened the top drawer. She found the box of unopened Trojans and fought with the plastic and the lid then drew out a packet. Her hands shook, so she held it out to him.

His lips crimped into a small smile, but he bit the foil and drew out the latex circle, rolling it skillfully down his massive shaft. When it was in place, he glanced her way and quirked an eyebrow.

“The bed,” she bit out. “I need you on the bed.”

He sat on the edge then slid his thickly muscled legs over the side. Was there anything about him—his toes, maybe?—that didn’t make her melt? She’d never felt so feminine, so weak beside a man before. “Scoot,” she said then climbed onto the mattress to kneel beside him.

She bent over his cock, slid her nose along his cloaked shaft, nuzzled the crisp, curling hairs at the base of his cock then trailed the length with her tongue to learn by feel every little ridge and vein.

When she came to the cap, she sucked it between her lips and teethed it, careful not to pierce the latex. “I wanted to do this without the condom,” she murmured, “but I knew I wouldn’t last. I want you inside me. I want you to come for me. I need to fuck you hard, Cross.”

“Will you come?”

“You know how to make me come, so hold off until you’re close.”

He nodded, his gaze dipping to watch her pussy as she spread her thighs over him and funneled his cock inside.

He was broad at the tip but arrowed. He stretched her opening, filled her better than the cold, hard stick his friend had stroked inside her. “Have you and Tanner been friends a long time?”

“Long enough.”

She swirled her hips to wet the tip of his cock. “He the guy you had fuck my mouth last night?”

“Yeah, does it bother you, putting a face to the dick?”

A shallow pulse forced him inside an inch. “Yes, I didn’t want him last night. I wanted your cock.”

“I was a little busy giving you what you really needed.”

He said it in a gruff, masculine tone that clued her to the fact he was just as tightly wound as she was. She pressed down, taking the cap inside another two inches. Her thighs flexed, and she fought the urge to shove downward. She wanted to savor the stretch—this fuck had been a long time coming. And because she was a little annoyed that he’d made her wait, she asked, “Do you like fucking?”

His smile was a quick, tight flash. “One of my favorite things to do.”

Her nipples were hard, aching, but she resisted the urge to cup them. She wanted his hands there but wasn’t able to command him. Her voice would lack strength. She feared he’d laugh if she tried because she shook with need. “Why didn’t you take me? You knew I wanted you to do it.”

“I told you, baby. It was about you. What you needed. And I wanted to build your trust.”

She came up but missed the solid heat of him filling her and pushed quickly down again, taking him deeper. Sweet Lord, she was wet. He slid inside with a succulent sound. “You don’t need my trust. Not for this,” she said breathlessly. “You can have me. Have me any way you want, so long as you do one little thing for me. You know what that is.”

“Have you any time? More than just today?”

She shook her head but dug her fingers into his chest as she gave him another shallow stroke. “Don’t go getting possessive. I don’t need promises. You don’t want mine.”

“You don’t want to see me again?”

Her mouth gaped as she slid down a little farther, almost dizzy with relief, feeling as though every inch she consumed deepened their emotional connection. She shook her head, waging an internal battle for control. “I don’t want to make plans. Don’t want promises,” she lied. “But I wouldn’t mind you knocking at my door some night.”

His jaw flexed. “For a quick fuck but not a date.”

“This isn’t good for you?” She was wetter now, and the glides were faster, getting deeper, her breaths shortened and her face flushed with heat. His strong hands took some of the burden from her straining thighs.

“This isn’t enough for me, TJ,” he said, slamming her down his cock now. “I want the whole woman.”

She slowed, shuddering hard. “That’s the problem,” she said, smiling with tears in her eyes. “I’m not whole.”

His palms slid up to cup her breasts, gently kneading them. “Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me why.”

She blinked away the moisture. “Just be quiet. Please.”

His lips closed, forming a thin line.

Closing her eyes to his disapproval, she continued to rock, but even though her body melted all around him, even though arousal curled inside her, she knew her limits. Her thighs gave way and she sank against him. “Cross?”

“Open your eyes when you speak to me.”

She gave him a glare but knew the corners of her mouth were pulling downward and that her bottom lip was trembling.

“What do you need?”

Her shoulders fell. Her head bent. “For you to take over. For you to punish me.”

“Do things my way?”

She nodded.

“Will those legs hold you up if I tell you that you have to stand?”

She nodded again then gave a little, gasping hiccup. She hated being so needful, so out of control. He’d think she was a complete basket case, but maybe that was already too late.

His hands cupped her ass and he lifted her. His cock slid from inside her and bobbed against his belly. “Go stand under the hooks.”

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9 comments to “Are you BEGGING FOR IT yet?”

  1. tammy ramey
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      · July 12th, 2011 at 9:32 am · Link

    wow!looking forward to reading this book.



  2. Delilah
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      · July 12th, 2011 at 9:41 am · Link

    I hope you love it, Tammy!



  3. Becky W
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      · July 12th, 2011 at 10:56 am · Link

    Great excerpt. Just what I needed to read to start my day off. I will definitely be getting this story and looking forward to reading it.



  4. Estella
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      · July 12th, 2011 at 3:00 pm · Link

    Great reviews!



  5. Shadow
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      · July 12th, 2011 at 5:23 pm · Link

    i loved this book delilah! it was good! actually good isnt a good enough word! it just was…wow! congrats! i loved this story! its nice to know everyone else did too! yay!



  6. Diane Sadler
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      · July 12th, 2011 at 6:24 pm · Link

    AW! it’s hot! And now I’m hot too!



  7. Jen B.
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      · July 12th, 2011 at 9:10 pm · Link

    Sounds so good! It’s on my TBR list. Maybe I need to move it up…



  8. savonna
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      · July 13th, 2011 at 4:47 am · Link

    I can’t wait to start this one!!



  9. Taryn Blackthorne
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      · July 13th, 2011 at 5:26 pm · Link

    I just finished Breaking Leather and have this one in line…hmmm maybe Jen B is right…moving on up! :-P