Bestselling Author Delilah Devlin
HomeMeet Delilah
BookshelfBlogExtrasEditorial ServicesContactDelilah's Collections

Blog



Snippet Saturday: Holiday
Saturday, November 26th, 2011

Silent KnightEnjoy an excerpt from my one and only Christmas story! Post a comment and enter a drawing for a free download of Silent Knight!

“…The perfect holiday read! Delilah Devlin took a Christmas tale to a whole new level when she crafted SILENT KNIGHT.”
5 Stars, Heather, eCataRomance

“…[SILENT KNIGHT] is a sizzling hot vampire story tht will take you on a short escape — the perfect read for a busy holiday season. Sexy and fun, make sure Silent Knight is on your holiday “must read” list!”
4 Kisses, Karen Steele, Romance Divas

“Erotically decedent and thrillingly carnal, Noelle and Magnus’ story is enough to make a person self-combust with want.”
4 Roses, Angel, A Romance Review

In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, Noelle Moyaux questions her gift of sight until a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger sets her on a path to save his soul.

Magnus Thornton is a millennium-old vampire who has found evidence of an old foe’s evil at work in the demolished city of New Orleans . Weary of the fight, he decides to greet the coming dawn after a night reveling in his favorite things–a bottle of Bordeaux and a willing woman.

Noelle seems the answer, but she quickly creeps into his heart-the vampire, so jaded from life he never speaks, must now persuade Noelle to flee the city before it’s too late.

Noelle Moyaux flicked off the battery-powered Christmas lights that ringed her metal cart, folded her purple tablecloth into a small tidy square and tucked it and the folding table inside the cart before latching the lid closed.

She wheeled the cart across the busy street and waved to her friend Gerard, the owner of a small Cajun restaurant. Continuing around the back of the eatery, she stowed her palmistry kiosk in the storage unit she’d rented from Gerard since before the troubles.

Today’s earnings were slim, despite the unseasonably warm weather that allowed the thin-blooded residents of the city to roam the streets in light jackets. No one believed in a future amid the chaos–and some questioned her ability since she’d received no divination of the coming catastrophe. Indeed, Noelle questioned her gift daily as she sat beneath her umbrella in front of the embroidered cloth advertising “Noelle’s News”.

If not for the little nest egg of money she’d saved from substitute teaching before the flood, she’d be in dire straits.

Clutching her purse close to her side, she headed down the street toward home.

One last night. One last chance to lose myself in The Hunger, a fine glass of wine and the body of a willing woman. Before my last sunrise—the first I will see in nearly a thousand years…

Noelle heard the quiet, fleeting thought as she passed through the crowd ambling along Bourbon Street and spun to find the owner. The inner voice that accompanied the thought was masculine and raspy. Added to the familiar spark of connection when her skin had brushed against his was a wash of the blackest melancholy she’d ever sensed. It nearly drowned her in despair.

But whose? No one stood out among the evening crowd of construction workers, disaster-junkies and uprooted residents looking for diversion from the daily serving of desolation New Orleans had become. Was he an out-of-town contractor lonely for his home and family during the holiday? Or a N’awlins native who’d lost his friends and community to the terrible storm with the pretty name?

Whichever, she had to find him. She’d spent months second-guessing her place in the world, wondering if her gift served a higher purpose or just provided a distraction from true contribution. This brief glimpse into another’s pain seemed the answer she’d been seeking.

Filled with a renewed sense of purpose, she reminded herself God didn’t give away special gifts without expecting extraordinary sacrifice. The man was clearly demented. He believed himself a thousand years old. And he meant to end his life– with a sunrise?

Perhaps he only felt a thousand years old, so great was his sadness. And maybe she hadn’t understood the flash-burn of light and the acrid scent of singed flesh that accompanied the dour thoughts. But if someone intended to blow himself up or set himself ablaze, it was up to her to save him. He’d touched her. Now his fate belonged to her.

She walked back the way she’d come, letting her hand drift out from her side, skimming the tourists and garbage collectors, finding nothing darker than desire for the buzz of alcohol and a quick, illicit screw. Then she touched him again and instantly recognized his painful soul.

She paused, suddenly overwhelmed. Dark, erotic pictures blurring like an out-of-focus film spooled through her mind–limbs sliding sinuously apart and together, lips and fingers gliding over sweat-slick skin, powerful, full-shaft surges into warmth so tight and hot Noelle’s nipples beaded in response to the lustful images.

A finger trailed down her cheek, taking away her breath, and she blinked back into focus. He stood close. Large, black Spanish boots, polished so well they reflected lamp glow, were braced apart.

Afraid to look up, she swallowed, tempted to continue past and forget all about trying to save his soul from a terrible sin.

Then he lifted her chin, dragging up her face until their gazes clashed.

Amid the bustle, called greetings and the jazz blaring from several bars, a blanket of quiet fell around her, around him, as she stared at his stark, rugged beauty. She blinked, unable to hold his steady blue gaze and instead, let hers drift over him.

Lamplight reflected against curling brown hair with glints of gold interwoven in the shoulder-length strands. His height and the breadth of his shoulders made her wonder how she’d ever missed him in the crowd. Clad in black from head to boot, he must have seemed like one big shadow. A square jaw and blunt nose emphasized the strength evident in his frame.

But those blue eyes disturbed her most. Bleak, wintery blue that pierced the space between them, drawing her closer like a fishing reel–only she was the trembling catch.

When she stood so close his breath stirred her hair, she drew a shaky breath.

His gaze dipped to her mouth, and Noelle felt the heat of his glance lick a searing path across her lips. She touched them with her tongue, half expecting to feel blisters.

His eyes narrowed, nostrils flared, and his hand slipped around her wrist.

You’ll do.

* * * * *

Be sure to check out the snippets on these other authors’ blogs:

Lauren Dane
Anne Rainey
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Selena Blake
Taige Crenshaw
TJ Michaels
Vivian Arend
HelenKay Dimon
Lacey Savage

14 comments to “Snippet Saturday: Holiday”

  1. vickey r
    Comment
    1
      · November 26th, 2011 at 1:28 pm · Link

    SOLD!… :-D yup i must get this, another great one!! now where can i find a sexy vampire for myself!! :)



  2. Becky
    Comment
    2
      · November 26th, 2011 at 1:32 pm · Link

    I love your books, can’t go wrong with your reads. Would love to win a free book.



  3. Laura bowles
    Comment
    3
      · November 26th, 2011 at 2:44 pm · Link

    I love your books I just wish more were in print.



  4. Ebony Morton
    Comment
    4
      · November 26th, 2011 at 2:47 pm · Link

    cool !!! shes right your books are hard to find in print. :)



  5. Ilona
    Comment
    5
      · November 26th, 2011 at 2:50 pm · Link

    Love it! Where’s the rest?



  6. Beth
    Comment
    6
      · November 26th, 2011 at 3:01 pm · Link

    Don’t enter me in the drawing. Already have this in the print anth from the publisher. Loved it. Hope whoever does win enjoys it too.



  7. Christiana
    Comment
    7
      · November 26th, 2011 at 3:05 pm · Link

    Must go download….
    I’ve had a hard time finding a book I really want to read lately. Thank you.



  8. AprilR
    Comment
    8
      · November 26th, 2011 at 3:16 pm · Link

    This sounds great. Would would to finish reading this. Just placed on my TBR list. Thanks for sharing.
    AprilR :roll:



  9. Meagan B
    Comment
    9
      · November 26th, 2011 at 4:19 pm · Link

    Yummy! On my TBR list!

    mconnolley@yahoo.com



  10. tammy ramey
    Comment
    10
      · November 26th, 2011 at 4:31 pm · Link

    gorgeous cover and an excerpt that pulls you right into the story. i am putting this at the top of the TBR and hoping that i win. fingers crossed. :)

    trvlagnt1t@yahoo.com



  11. Ashley Applebee
    Comment
    11
      · November 26th, 2011 at 5:12 pm · Link

    Gorgeous cover!! The excerpt definitely makes me want to read more!!
    ash_app@hotmail.com



  12. Becky Ward
    Comment
    12
      · November 26th, 2011 at 6:31 pm · Link

    I forgot that you had this story. I will have to double check to make sure I don’t have it. If I don’t, I will be getting this story. I love reading your stories.



  13. leisa prater
    Comment
    13
      · November 26th, 2011 at 7:17 pm · Link

    I now have Five Ways til Sunday on my Kindle..going on a cruise in December I plan on reading while at sea!!!..Would love to add another to my Kindle.Thank you!!!



  14. Becca
    Comment
    14
      · November 27th, 2011 at 3:16 am · Link

    Yeah, gotta love me some free! ….lol!