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1 Day to get ENSLAVED! (Contest!)
Monday, October 3rd, 2011

Today, I’ll be flying back to Arkansas. Romanticon is over. I had a great time hanging out with my sister, daughter and friends. But I’m ready to be home.

Yesterday was more restful than I expected. For whatever reason, the powers that be didn’t think I’d be there for the big booksigning event, so there wasn’t a place for me. That’s the third time this has happened to me this year. I can’t figure out where I earned that kind of karma, but a couple of you will benefit from my bad luck. I went up and down the line of authors there—and I think there were around 60 of them—to get signatures on cover flats and the conference book bag. I have tons of things to fill two bags actually. I’ll give the first one the day after tomorrow—keep posting!!

I also picked up some interesting jewelry for giveaways. So stay tuned. In the meantime, I have one more little excerpt. A nasty one, since I don’t think you’ll believe me that it’s sexy. ;-) If you’re not over 18, don’t read another word! Our hero and heroine are still in the brothel, being forced into “entertaining” the guests.

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The whore-mistress stepped between them, her face red and her eyes glittering. “Finish it.” She dug a finger under his chin to lift his glance. “You really don’t have a choice.”

Shaking now with fury, he ground out, “I am not an animal.”

“Don’t pretend you’re anything but what you are. A barbarian. The women you will serve want nothing less than every bit of your strength.”

“Do they wish to be raped?”

She gave a feminine snort. “It’s not rape. They want to be overcome. To be forced, yes. But they surrender to your mastery of their own free will. Do not disappoint us. There are far worse things that can befall you if you’re stubborn.”

Her gaze whipped to Fatin. “You wish an agreement. I won’t even consider it unless you prove the men you brought me are every bit as feral and savage as you promised.”

Fatin’s gaze held his for a long, tense moment before falling away. With slow moves, she opened the buckle of the belt at her waist, then peeled down the slide to loosen her trousers again.

Standing, she toed off her boots, pushed down her trousers, and slid off her socks off until her lower half was nude. Then she slowly eased down the torn shirt still hanging from her shoulders, baring the rest of her body.

Arousal crept across his skin. She was every bit as lovely as the day she’d knelt beside the fire pit in the mining camp. Bronze skin. Large brown nipples on her small, rounded breasts. Her nude pussy shone with dampness.

And this time, Eirik didn’t need a burst of electrical current to cause his cock to swell.

Fatin took a seat on the chaise and turned, lying lengthwise on the wide, bench-like bed.

The loin skirt loosened at his side, and he glanced down at a plump Helio woman who gave him a shy grin and swept away the linen garment.

“Let me serve you, Viking.”

He grunted, bemused at the woman’s eagerness to assist a slave, but he shook himself and dropped a knee onto the bench, flattened his hands on the mattress on either side of Fatin’s shoulders, and climbed over her.

The crowd shuffled, whispers sliding around them, but all his attention remained on the woman trapped beneath him.

He thrust a knee between her legs, and she resisted for a moment, clamping them together tightly, her chin beginning to wobble.

When her eyes filled, he wondered if she cried from embarrassment or regret. He hoped she regretted every moment and every action that had brought her to this. She deserved to never feel a moment’s peace for her crimes.

And yet, when he lowered his body over hers, the softness of her skin and her feminine frame eased some of the anger flowing through him. Again, he found himself wanting to go gently. He lowered his face toward hers, focusing on her mouth.

Fatin’s dark eyes held his gaze. “You can pretend,” she whispered. “Let them think you will woo them. You will earn their adoration.”

“I don’t want your adoration. I don’t want theirs.”

“Think, Viking.” With shaking fingers, she loosened the band that held his hair and spread it over his shoulders. Low murmurs of appreciation echoed in the chamber. “I know you want your freedom. Do whatever you must to earn it.”

He didn’t want to hear her advice, didn’t want to think about the way her voice thickened as he gave her more of his weight, the way her soft body yielded. “What acts would interest them?” he asked, pretending to play along while he tried to master the desire raging through him.

“A man who finds pleasure in tasting every corner of a woman’s body will be coveted above all.”

Eirik slid his lips over her cheek, inhaling her spicy scent, and then roamed lower, gliding over the delicate collarbone to the tops of her small breasts. “Like this?” he asked, pretense quickly becoming true desire as his tongue stroked her warm skin.

Her fingers dug into his scalp, and she tried to center his mouth over one straining breast.

But he nipped the tender underside and nuzzled into the fragrant crease.

Her nipples were erect, the tips quivering with her ragged breaths. “Don’t be too gentle or tease too long.”

“Do you want the savage again? Is that what will fire your blood?”

She yanked his hair and pulled his head closer. As she locked her gaze with his, her eyes narrowed to furious slits. “I did what I had to do,” she whispered harshly. “You don’t understand.”

He felt her hands soften in his hair, her fingers tunnel through the strands. “Soon, you will tell me what drove you to this. But, sweet Fatin, for now, you will serve my pleasure.” He grabbed her hand and forced it between their bodies, pushing it down toward his cock. “I want your mouth on me, working me like a whore.”

He jerked back and knelt in the center of the chaise, then grabbed her braid and wound it around his fist.

Her face tightened, her lips lifting in a snarl, but there was no one willing to rush to her aid as he forced her down. “Use your teeth on me, and I will beat you.”

Knowing the scene he must create, he pushed her face against his cock, pinched her chin to open her mouth, then shoved the tip between her lips.

Her body quivered; her teeth clamped around him.

At the sensation, he held his breath, cupped her jaw, and feathered a thumb along her lower lip.

She was tempted to deliver a bite—he could read her intent in the flare of anger in her dark eyes. Instead, her tongue touched him, then swept over the plush cap. A thin moan vibrated around him.

He slowly stroked forward, testing her, ready to pull free if she tried to harm him, but her lips wrapped around the sharp edges of her teeth and began to suction, her eyes closing as she pulled and sucked.

Eirik’s head fell back, his eyes wide wide-open and trained on the ceiling above them. On the gilt-covered plaster, on the whirling wooden blades of the fan.

She was skilled, the suctioning strong and rhythmic, tugging his arousal into a blazing heat that had him thrusting into her mouth, past her wicked tongue, to butt against the back of her throat.

Again, he looked down to watch her mouth consume him.

Her eyes opened, glancing up. Something sparkled, a hint of challenge, and she swallowed around him, the deep, intimate kiss massaging the crown;, then her throat eased open for him to slide even deeper.

A whore’s trick. He’d do well to remember Fatin had secrets. If she pleasured him, the act was to fulfill her own agenda. Nothing more, he reminded himself.

Watching the billow and hollow of her cheeks as she worked him, his focus narrowed on the sensations, on the tension building in his balls.

Her teeth strafed him, and he pulled her hair, pushing her off his cock.

Eyes flashing, she straightened, wiping the back of her hand across her swollen mouth.

Eirik breathed slowly, taking in the restlessness of the crowd around them, the breathless silence of the women. From the corners of his eyes, he saw the faces of the men—hard, savagely tense. They wanted him to punish her.

And punish her he would, but not in any way that would leave him feeling empty at the end. He grabbed her forearm and pulled her toward him, over his lap.

“Viking!”

With one arm anchoring her over his knees, he raised his hand and slapped her bare bottom, the sound loud and shocking in the quiet.

A giggle erupted, followed by murmurs rising, blending. The sounds of deeper rumbles from the men, hard chuckles at his manner of domination, fueled his anger. He spanked her soft, rounded bottom until his palm burned and her bronze skin grew pink. Realizing how aroused he was becoming as he spanked her, disgust twisted inside and he shoved her off his lap.

Tumbling onto her knees, she looked upward, glaring, her chest quivering on choked gasps.

Yet when he reached for her again, she melted against him. He took her down to the chaise, climbing over her, and slid his legs between hers, angling his cock to thrust against her wet folds.

He slid as smooth as a knife through butter into her body, lost in the wet heat, in the womanly warmth that surrounded him. Wet lips trailed along his cheek, and he turned to rub his mouth against hers, forcing his tongue inside for a deeper taste.

But she welcomed him there, stroking her tongue over his, then sucking it as she began to undulate beneath him, encouraging him to drive deeper into her body.

Pushing off the sofa, he braced his weight on his arms and gave her long strokes that exposed the length of his cock to the watchers. Again, and again he drove deep, his movements languid but strong. Her channel warmed around him, melting, moisture easing his way through the tight confines.

Her vagina was a perfect glove. Hot, moist, rippling along his shaft.

He shifted, bringing in his knees. He thrust a hand beneath her and lifted her as he sat back on his haunches and kept her impaled there, their bodies facing each other.

Her expression was questioning, her eyes wide and searching. Eirik didn’t know what she saw, but her chin firmed; her fingers dug into his shoulders. She lifted herself, then slammed down his cock, the shock of her violence spurring his own as he pounded upward to meet her rough strokes.

The crowd around them grew silent, seemed to breathe as one, but Eirik pushed aside the thought of them watching, judging. He didn’t care anymore, couldn’t think beyond the moment of enjoying her sweet body.

Fucking Fatin with an audience wasn’t any different from the hundreds of other public sessions he’d reveled in at home. All that was missing was the sound of familiar voices calling out lewd suggestions, spurring him on by inciting his competitive nature to be the best, the strongest, last the longest, drive the hardest. Sex was often just another sport, another way for men to prove their prowess.

He thrust and burrowed, screwed in circles, then thrust hard toward her core again, gauging by her breaths and the convulsions rippling up and down her channel just how far along she was.

In this circumstance, he shouldn’t care whether she came, but he was hard-wired to succeed. Always standing in the shadow of his brother, he’d had a tough standard to meet—in warfare, in governance, and in lovemaking.

He slammed upward, forcing a hiss from Fatin, which pulled him back to the present.

Angry color flooded her cheeks. “Just finish it,” she whispered.

26 comments to “1 Day to get ENSLAVED! (Contest!)”

  1. Peggy
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 7:04 am · Link

    wow wow wow wow wow…….just WOW !!!!!!!!!! :) oh we are going to love this book !



  2. Viking Princess
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 7:22 am · Link

    That was hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



  3. Amy Stansbury
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 7:45 am · Link

    You aren’t pulling any punches. I re-read the first book just to be prepared (although it wasn’t hard to do:). Cannot wait.



  4. kirsten Ferrigan
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 7:49 am · Link

    Book sounds fantastic! Love reading your excerpts!

    Kirsten F
    Cowgurlz_14@hotmail.com



  5. Tanja Haack
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 7:50 am · Link

    Um, wow. Speechless…. Um, wow. I…want…this…book…wow.



  6. Proserpine
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 7:59 am · Link

    I think we all fall for this book after THIS excerpt!



  7. Betty Hamilton
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 8:09 am · Link

    Damnnnnnn that is super HOT!!!!!



  8. Nicole Passante
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 8:26 am · Link

    Oh um, yeah, wow ;-)



  9. Regina Ross
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 8:29 am · Link

    sounds really hot !!!



  10. CrystalGB
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 8:49 am · Link

    Super hot. :)



  11. Diane Sadler
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 8:57 am · Link

    I’ve got to go to work now, how?



  12. Marika Weber
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 12:50 pm · Link

    Okay…I really need this book. Totally hot and where’s my hubby? That’s right, we are at work. :wink:



  13. tammy ramey
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 1:04 pm · Link

    wow! i can not wait to read this book. :-P



  14. Shadow
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 1:25 pm · Link

    wow! hot! cant wait to read more!



  15. Ilona
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 1:34 pm · Link

    *Wipes brow* Niice excerpt Delilah :D



  16. Fedora
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 2:49 pm · Link

    Oh. MY! Delilah, you outdo yourself all the amazing time!! Can’t wait to get this!



  17. June M.
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 3:50 pm · Link

    I am thinking this book should not be read around anything flammable! That is HOT!



  18. Emily Tardy
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 4:00 pm · Link

    Loved it! I need this book lol



  19. Stacy Wilson
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 5:22 pm · Link

    Holy moley! *fans self* HAWWWWT!

    Stacy Wilson
    dragn_lady at yahoo dot com



  20. elaing8
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 5:55 pm · Link

    That was just…WOW



  21. Natalie
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 7:48 pm · Link

    I agree, that was a hot excerpt.



  22. Jen B.
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 8:02 pm · Link

    Aaaaa…..I caught myself reading as a scrolled. No! I will not read the excerpt. Be strong! Be Strong!



  23. Diane Sallans
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 8:13 pm · Link

    You are a Naughty girl!



  24. Lorraine
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      · October 3rd, 2011 at 8:58 pm · Link

    I am so excited to read this book!!!



  25. Becky W
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      · October 4th, 2011 at 3:02 pm · Link

    Wow! Loved this hot excerpt. This is going to be a very good book to read.



  26. red headed hellion
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      · October 4th, 2011 at 5:43 pm · Link

    Mother! (lol)