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Flashback: Prisoner of Desire
Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

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This week, I’m giving you an excerpt from my very first published book. POD was released in July 2004 by Ellora’s Cave and was the first in a three-book series.

Why pirates, you might ask? Geek-me had just finished reading a true story about a prison ship headed to Botany Bay in the 1800s that was captured by pirates. Female prisoners were taken by the pirates and never seen again. I like to think they enjoyed their abduction. 😉


From Romantic Times BOOKReviews Magazine: “…First-time author Devlin truly catches the reader’s attention with this hot and sensual book. The intense passion is accentuated by the goals of Adam and his men, making it a great read.”

From Sensual Romance Reviews: “…PRISONER OF DESIRE is Delilah Devlin’s first novel. I can’t wait to see what she can come up with next. This is a very erotic adventure that you won’t want to put down…I highly recommend this novel for anyone who loves pirates and romance.”

From Just Erotic Romances: “Devlin will definitely go on my auto buy list!”

Captain Adamarik Zingh and his pirate crew have captured many a ship, pillaged their cargoes, pleasured their women, while thumbing their noses at the Dominion’s authority. But pirating is a lonely business and Adam and his men have entered a pact to set down roots, self-govern without Dominion interference, and raise families on an uninhabited planet at the edge of the known galaxy. What they need now are wives.

Evena McClure is the elected Cell Block Captain aboard a Dominion penitentiary serving her time along with nearly 400 female prisoners. When pirates overtake their ship Evena resists, mindful of her duty to protect the women. When the pirate captain offers freedom to only a hundred of the prisoners, Evena and the women form alliances to broker a deal to free more of their sisters.

The pirates and the prisoners have only a week to seduce the other side to their will.


“Captain, pirates are boarding!”

Cold dread settled in her stomach. “Get to the security room. Arm yourselves. Sound the general alert.”

Evena raised her club and entered the room. It was overflowing with men—brightly dressed men. And more were climbing through the docking port. Four of her guards were struggling wildly to escape their captors’ arms.

“Release the women,” she shouted.

All eyes turned toward her. Evena wondered whether she should’ve waited for reinforcements as one man strode toward her. Unlike his comrades, he was dressed entirely in black. His dark, disheveled hair brushed the tops of his shoulders, and a many-days-old beard-stubbled his chin. Dark eyes swept over her in a single quick appraisal, burning her skin.

Evena’s pulse pounded loudly in her ears, and a quiver of awareness fluttered deep in her belly. He was a large man, broad-shouldered and heavily muscled, and despite his wary scowl, a handsome one.

She raised her club higher and bent her knees, sinking into a fighting stance.

The bearded pirate raised a hand. “I come in peace.”

Evena’s glance dropped to the laser sword at his side, before mocking his claim with a cynical lift of her brow.

He spread his hands wide and took another step toward her. “We couldn’t be sure who would be aboard.”

She snorted. “What? You couldn’t read the warning on the portal? This is the New Attica. A prison ship. The Dominion doesn’t have a sense of humor about intruders. And weapons aren’t permitted here.”

His frown deepened, and he took another step forward. “That isn’t exactly a toothpick you wield.”

Evena resisted the urge to retreat. “I’ll repeat. You and your men have trespassed on a Dominion prison. We’ve nothing of value to steal here.”

“I take it you’re in charge?”

“Yes, and I’m ordering you to depart immediately.”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that for at least another eight days, that is if we don’t want to be caught in the security beams and obliterated.”

“Not my problem.”

The corners of his lips twitched. “You’re a stubborn wench, and a bit bloodthirsty. I like that. Aren’t you curious why we’re here?”

“Nope,” she said, shifting one foot to the other. Aware of movement around her, she was unable to look toward it, as the bearded man was within the reach of her club now. “Like I said, we’ve nothing here of value.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. We’re here to conduct a little business with you and your fellow inmates.”

“Then you’ve wasted your time. What exactly do you think we have to bargain with?”


“Explain that before I beat in what’s left of your brains.”

“Very well. We seek wives.”

Adamarik admired the woman’s fearless stance. Never mind she didn’t stand a chance and probably knew it. Even now, Darak and Ivan crept along the wall, outside her peripheral vision, ready to pounce and disarm her when he gave the signal. First, he wanted to test her mettle. He needed a strong woman for his mate.

That she also possessed the body of an Amazon only sweetened the pot. The sleek, black reclamation suit she wore clung lovingly to her curves, revealing long, muscled flanks, a flat stomach and a full, luscious ass that inspired an immediate hard-on. The suit outlined the aureoles of her breasts and the buds springing from their centers expanded with each exhalation of her chest.

His gaze returned to her eyes, now narrowed green slits, as she rotated the club in a figure eight above her head. He realized she couldn’t fight her body’s instinctive response and was pissed about it.

He grinned.

“Get whatever’s going on behind those black eyes out of your head,” she warned, swinging the club in a sudden arc at his shoulders.

He leapt to the side with a bark of laughter, raising a hand for his men to hold them back. “I could cut that club in two with a single slice of my saber.”

“Only if you’re fast enough.” She stressed her point with a sudden feint to the left, and swept the club at his knees.

He jumped over it, but didn’t get out of the way in time to miss the backstroke that clipped him in the ass. “Ooomph!” He needed to end the game before either of them was injured.

“I think you need to lose a few pounds before you can give me a real fight,” she taunted.

Fat, was he? With an imperceptible nod to his men, he offered her a target she wouldn’t be able to resist. He stepped forward within striking distance and grimaced as the club arced toward his head.

Darak lunged at her back and tapped her with the electro-stun. Adam caught the feisty beauty in his arms as she crumpled wide-eyed and slack-mouthed toward the floor. Having felt the effects of the electro-stun himself, Adam knew she was aware of everything happening around her, and likely distressed by her sudden paralysis. Smoothing his hand over her auburn hair, Adam crooned, “Shhh, now. Give it a few moments. Darak only stunned your body. You’ll regain movement.”

He took her to the ground, cupping the back of her head to lay it gently against the floor. A wisp of fire-colored hair caught at the corner of her mouth. He pushed it away with a finger, tracing a path along the cream-colored skin of her cheek. Hot color bloomed in her cheeks—anger he was sure.

“Tsk, tsk. Spitfire, I bet you’ll be ready to carve my heart out with a spoon when you come back to full strength.” To give her something to really be angry about, he chuckled and traced her lips—pink, pouting lips.

“Now that I have your full attention, you will listen to me,” he said, placing his face close to hers. “I was telling you the truth. My crew and I are looking for mates—willing mates.”

He admired the fierce concentration that produced the frown drawing her dark brows together.

“We’re pirates, yes,” he continued, enjoying the advantage he held, “…but still we’re honorable men.”

Her green eyes glared back at him.

“I really don’t make it a habit of using electro-stuns to get women to fall into my arms,” he said with a wicked smile. “They are usually quite willing.”

A faint gurgling sound emanated from the back of her throat.

Adam stretched out beside her on the floor, resting his head on his palm. With a finger, he tilted her chin toward him so that her gaze met his.

He marveled at her expressive cat-green eyes as she stared mutinously back at him. Her show of spirit pleased him, and he felt his loins stir.

Casually, he raked a thumbnail across the nipple nearest him. “Yes, I can tell you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together.”

The gurgle was now a low growl that increased in volume when he palmed her breast and gently massaged the round mass. The bud at the center rose against his hand, and he rewarded its response with a tweak.

“Getting into the spirit of things so soon, Captain?” Darak interrupted his play, a lopsided grin on his face. “The men are aboard, and the breaching craft has returned to the Intrepid.”

“Well, love,” he said with another quick tug of her nipple. “Looks like you are stuck with us for the next eight days.”

The woman surprised him with a blow to the side of his face. It lacked power for she had yet to regain control of her body, and her arm fell back limply to her side.

He rose over her, straddling her middle, applying only light pressure to her arms to restrain her. Averse to causing real damage or distress to a woman, nevertheless he had a job to do. Her continued resistance would only alarm her shipmates. The sooner they understood he and his band meant no harm, the sooner he could move forward with his plan.

Sighing regretfully, he said over his shoulder, “Darak bring me rope. This one’s not going to listen to reason.”

She squirmed weakly beneath his spread thighs, and his cock reared uncomfortably high within the confines of his breeches. Damn, but wasn’t she a feisty wench? Taming this one would be pure pleasure. She’d sheathe her claws and purr, and he’d soothe the ache she was building in his groin. But first things first, he had to subdue her—for her own safety.

She squirmed again.

He cursed and stretched his legs beside hers, before nudging them apart to nestle his groin between. His cock rode the crest of her mons and surged. “Move again, and I’ll consider it an invitation,” he growled, at the same time he ground his cock against the apex of her thighs.

Her eyes widened and her lips moved slowly to form words. “Bu…Bu…”


She snorted.

“Need a hand?” Darak dropped rope on the floor beside him.

Regretfully, Adam lifted himself off the woman, then rolled her to her stomach. “Darak, be prepared. Their security force will attempt a rescue. No one must be harmed.”

He tied her hands together. Then with an arm encircling her middle, he hefted the woman to her feet. Immediately, she sagged against his side.

Suddenly, the door to the docking station slid open. A large black woman stormed inside, followed by a contingent of guards. They looked mad as hell.

The black woman’s gaze flickered over the woman at his side whose head lolled on her shoulders. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Bastard!” she spat at him. “You wanna fight? You’re gonna be sorry you ever messed with us.”

Hoisting his hostage until she stood on wobbly legs in front of him, he slid a knife from the top of his boot and held it against her throat. He hoped they wouldn’t guess his bluff. The last thing he was looking to do was spill her blood.

The black guard stilled instantly, as did her companions.

“Drop your clubs,” he commanded.

The guards looked to the black woman. Her mouth tightened, but she nodded. Clubs thudded against the floor and rolled away from the group.

Instantly, Adam realized the woman in his arms was the key to a peaceful capture.

His hostage protested incoherently, “Hmmm. Looks as though your friends hold you in some esteem. I’ll be keeping you near.”


“Yes, my dear. I expect I am, but be a good girl and shut up. You’re exciting your guards.”

* * * * *

Evena seethed, silently condemning her captor to die a torturously slow death. At her own hands, of course. Her face would be the last thing he saw. When he cried out for mercy at the end, she’d laugh. Then she’d stomp on the fingers clinging desperately to the door of the garbage hatch—just before she jettisoned him, and the rest of the refuse, into space.

She clung to that wistful dream when the needling pain began to usher sensation back into the muscles of her body.

How she wished the electro-stun had been as effective at numbing the rest of her. How dare he use her own body against herself? Well before her muscles began to flare back to life, every erogenous zone she possessed had awakened, screaming with awareness.

And he’d known—the bastard! The fingers that had gently twisted the tips of her breasts knew exactly how much pleasure-pain to apply. She’d been unable to hide the telltale signs of her arousal. Heat had flushed in a red-hot wave across her skin, raising goose bumps and constricting her nipples to form nerve-rich points.

When he’d lowered his body over hers to restrain her movement, his weight drew an anguish from her soul she didn’t recognize. She felt small and feminine. Helpless. Aroused. Unlike the person she’d made herself into. Her hard-fought independence and confidence in her ability to resist all temptation–gone in an instant of male domination. His immense size was a blanket of hard, pulsing heat. While overwhelming to her starved senses, it was also strangely comforting. Why in the galaxy did that appeal?

The scent of him nearly drove her mad. Faint traces of soap mixed with male musk had filled her nostrils with every intake of breath.

The long ridge of his cock had made her feel powerful and weak. Moisture pooled between her thighs. Then he’d ground his cock against her crotch, and the muscles deep inside her belly had contracted, instinctually seeking to draw him deep inside her.

She hadn’t had a man between her thighs in five years. The first would have to be a ravaging pirate.

When her guard had entered the room to find her subdued, humiliation painted her cheeks a deeper red. She’d struggled too hard for their respect.

“You can let her go, now.” Mary Grogan wasn’t suggesting. Her tone demanded.

“I don’t think I will. I like this one,” Evena’s pirate replied silkily. “I may keep her for a while.”

An inarticulate gurgle rattled in the back of Evena’s throat. Sheer willpower would not return the function of her limbs. She dangled in the pirate’s arms like a boneless rag doll. And she was beginning to feel just as witless.

“What have you done to her?” Mary demanded.

His arm shifted, circling her like a steel band, her breasts resting on his forearm. “This woman’s in no danger. She’s merely stunned. Are you next in command?”

Evena knew by the silence, that Mary wore her bulldog expression. The pirate wouldn’t get his answer from her.

“God’s ballocks!” he swore. Abruptly, he turned her in his arms, his fingers snaking through her hair to bring her face close to his. “Are you all this stubborn?”

Evena could only groan as another wave of pain rolled over her.

“Darak!” the pirate barked, his eyes never leaving hers.

Footfalls sounded behind her. “Aye, sir!”

“You’re in charge. I’ve got to get this one to a bed,” he said, a speculative gleam in his eyes.

“Ummmm!” Evena groaned, the only evidence of her silent scream of protest.

“Organize the men. The women who aren’t quartered must be brought into a common area. I’ll find you there.”

Evena heard a click of heels, then footsteps retreating. In a movement that left her head swimming, she suddenly found herself dangling over his shoulder, the ground before her eyes.

“Ladies,” the pirate addressed her guard, “you are to do precisely what my crew orders. No one will be harmed. I’ve business to conduct.”

As the pirate exited the docking station and strode down the corridor toward the living quarters, Evena’s view was limited to his impressive ass. Almost giddy from the rush of blood to her head, she’d never pondered a man’s ass before, but she supposed his ranked among the galaxy’s most prodigious. Hard and deeply muscled, it flexed enticingly with each step. What would it look like flexing to drive his cock inside her overheated flesh?

Where was he taking her? Would he “take” her? Could she resist? Regardless of her diminished strength, she wasn’t sure whether she’d want him to stop. He’d primed a fire inside her that threatened to consume any remnant of common sense. This prime specimen of a man could scratch her five-year-old itch.

They entered a cell, and he dumped her on a mattress, then sat down on the bed beside her. His black eyes swept over her, lingering on her breasts. “I’ve never seen a reclamation suit before. I’ve heard about them, but only deep spacers use them. Look damned uncomfortable.”

The muscles of Evena’s face spasmed and she gasped.

He leaned forward and pressed his fingers to her temples, slowly rubbing circles that swirled lower to her cheeks. Her lids fluttered shut, and his touch swept softly over her closed eyes.

She sighed as the muscles in her cheeks relaxed, and the pain ebbed from her face.

“You must stink.”

Her eyes opened to glare at him, then the next spasms racked her torso and legs.

His hands cupped her shoulders, pulling, lifting—easing the cramps. “I’d guess that if it breathed, it wouldn’t do its work. But you have to reek.”

She realized he was deliberately baiting her. Was he trying to keep her mind off the agony? She found she could open her mouth, “Lining of suit…absorbs water…pulls it away from skin…Don’t stink!”

“Well, I’m going to find out,” he said, reaching for the fastening at the neck of her suit.

“Like…hell…you are.” She tried to rise up, but her belly clenched in a paroxysm of agony.

Despite her protest, he opened her suit and peeled it from her body. Then his hands settled on her tummy and kneaded gently, until the convulsions resided.

He moved down to massage her thighs, then her calves. When he reached her feet, she didn’t care he was a pirate, or that he had been the cause of her pain in the first place. Drifting toward sleep, she was just grateful the pain was finally gone.

She heard him inhale deeply. “Amazing,” he said.

She opened her eyes to find him staring at her, his nostrils flaring, ruddy color staining his cheeks. Control over her limbs was fully restored, but every place he’d touched her remembered his teasing rubs and tweaks. When his gaze traveled down her naked body, she felt the caress to her toes.

“Just a little musky.” His voice sounded strained.

“Bastard!” Her voice lacked conviction.

“You need a bath.”

Her heart stuttered, then began a pounding rhythm that grew so loud in her ears she was sure he would hear.

He swung a leg across her middle, straddling her, his cock heavy on her belly. Her breath grew ragged. He’d do it now. And the size of him and the determined set of his jaw told her he knew exactly how to wield his “weapon.” Her cunt softened and grew damp.

Please do it now. He leaned forward, nuzzling against her ear, then she felt the moist, hot lap of his tongue along her jaw. An explosion of pleasure erupted inside her. Yes! I want this. I need this. The years of self-imposed abstinence while she’d tamped down any hint of desire was swept aside. Her head rolled to the side, giving him access to her neck and signaling her surrender.

When he licked her collarbone, then moved lower to cleanse her breasts, Evena didn’t care she didn’t know his name. Didn’t care he was a ruthless pirate. He was a man. A man with a prodigious ass.

A man who licked his way around her breast, but missed the point. Raising her arms, she clamped her hands to the back of his head and guided his mouth to her nipple. “Christ…do I have…to draw you a map?”

His shoulders shook with a single bark of laughter.

She gasped when his teeth latched on, nibbling and swirling his tongue around the tip, until she pushed him to the other breast. This time he fluttered his tongue against the nipple, frustrating her, denying her a deeper pleasure.

Evena lowered her hands to his waist and tugged desperately at the fabric of his shirt, freeing it from the waist of his breeches. His skin was hot as hers and firm. Hard muscle tensed. Plunging her hands beneath the cloth, she raked his back, reveling in his sharp intake of breath that told her he enjoyed her touch.

I’ll make you burn too. Then she pulled him down on top of her.

25 comments to “Flashback: Prisoner of Desire”

  1. Wesley Nichols
    · August 4th, 2009 at 7:25 am · Link

    Your Prisoner of Desire Novel really looks intruiging.

    Have you had a chance to look at the list I sent you?

  2. Heather D
    · August 4th, 2009 at 7:54 am · Link

    POD does sound intriguing! It is going to the wish list pile!!

  3. Amanda V
    · August 4th, 2009 at 8:45 am · Link

    :grin:i can’t wait to read this!

  4. Delilah Devlin
    · August 4th, 2009 at 9:01 am · Link

    Wesley! All I did was look at the topics so far and print out the list.

    Heather D! I hope you do give it a try. Then I think you’ll have to read the rest to see what happens to my sexy pirates and ex-cons!

    Amanda! Maybe you’ll win the copy!

  5. Crystal B.
    · August 4th, 2009 at 9:09 am · Link

    Sounds great. 😀

  6. Brandy Walker
    · August 4th, 2009 at 9:35 am · Link

    Awesome….that is all.

  7. Lisa J
    · August 4th, 2009 at 9:45 am · Link

    I almost picked this one up last week when I bought Lion in the Shadows, but I was buying too many already.

    It sounds great.

  8. Afshan N
    · August 4th, 2009 at 10:56 am · Link

    Prisoner of Desire Sounds Hot!!
    I loved the excerpt!
    This series is definitely going on my TBR list!

  9. Paula
    · August 4th, 2009 at 11:54 am · Link

    I love learning about past works. Read Lion in the Shadows last week. I really liked it. Will have to go download this trilogy. 😎

  10. booklover1335
    · August 4th, 2009 at 12:10 pm · Link

    I have a thing for pirates, and have been collecting a few books in order to read them all together. So far the ones I have are tamer historical romances, so would love to win this one to spice it up a bit.

    Pirates and Cowboys….yum!

  11. Bella
    · August 4th, 2009 at 1:15 pm · Link

    Wow, that was your first!?! Very impressive! {{Adds another series to TBB list}}.

    Happy five-year anniversary of publishing!


  12. Jody F.
    · August 4th, 2009 at 1:31 pm · Link

    Absolutely love pirates and thinking this sounds really great! I’ll have to add it to my tbb pile, unless (wink, wink) I win it here.

  13. Fedora
    · August 4th, 2009 at 2:04 pm · Link

    Wow. Delilah, I need this one! That was a terrific excerpt–got to love these space pirates! And I love strong heroines–this is a winner!

  14. Estella
    · August 4th, 2009 at 2:58 pm · Link

    POD sounds great!

  15. Mari
    · August 4th, 2009 at 5:17 pm · Link

    Delilah I have never read this book, but I am a big fan. Good Luck to all!

  16. iokijo
    · August 4th, 2009 at 5:22 pm · Link

    This is a great one.. I got it when it first came out at E. Cave…
    Unfortunately it was lost with alot of others when my computer crashed a couple years back… hard way to learn the importance of backing up your files….
    It is definitely worth moving to the top of the TBR pile.. 😉
    Please enter me in the contest, I would love to replace this.
    Thanks for the chance to win it..

  17. Delilah Devlin
    · August 4th, 2009 at 7:10 pm · Link

    Crystal and Brandy! Thank you, ladies!

    Lisa! I hope you enjoyed Lion!!

    Afshan! If you like pirates, you should!

  18. Delilah Devlin
    · August 4th, 2009 at 7:12 pm · Link

    Paula! I’m having fun going through the archives for excerpts!

    Booklover! Yeah, nothing tame about my story. I started the same way I intended to fly.

    Bella! Impressive? HeHe, I was scared to death no one would read it. 😆

  19. Delilah Devlin
    · August 4th, 2009 at 7:15 pm · Link

    Jody! Maybe if you rig the random number generator… Ha!

    Fedora! Evena was another incarnation of my daughter, although she hated thinking that because Evena did so many “gross” things. Geez, like she’s never done “gross” things. LOL

    Estella and Mari! Thanks so much!

  20. Delilah Devlin
    · August 4th, 2009 at 7:16 pm · Link

    Iokijo! Oh, poor thing. I hate the thought of losing files. Reminds me I haven’t backed up everything lately…

  21. yolaine
    · August 4th, 2009 at 8:49 pm · Link

    I love everything you write. What a great read. You keep writing I’ll keep reading.

  22. Fedora
    · August 4th, 2009 at 10:42 pm · Link

    LOL, Delilah! That’s hilarious 😉 Have you written her as any other characters yet? “Gross” things… Hee!

  23. Delilah
    · August 4th, 2009 at 11:19 pm · Link

    Yolaine! I will!

    Fedora! I have featured her in other stories. Her personality is stamped all over Chessa from the Dark Realm stories. And she was my inspiration for the cop and the prison guard in SIN’S GIFT and LOCKDOWN. LOCKDOWN she loved because “Billy” is her husband.

  24. Heather Brewer
    · August 5th, 2009 at 12:16 am · Link

    Another book to add to my TBR list. I am never going to catch up with all of your books.

    I love the fact that you started out in the direction you wanted and have been able to stay true to yourself and your writing style through it all.

  25. Delilah Devlin
    · August 5th, 2009 at 11:44 am · Link

    Heather! I only know how to be me. 😈

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