**Just a note before I get started with today’s post. NaNoWriMo is off and running. Many of my writing friends are busy slamming down pages to their next great novel. At the end of the second day, I’m at 5341 words. I finished chapter one of a sexy contemporary story for Ellora’s Cave and have the opening scene to the first Cat Tale story started.**
In case you didn’t know it, the seventh book in the vampire series I write for Ellora’s Cave will be released on November 11th. Between now and then, I want to remind you about the previous stories and give you a chance to win a download of each of them. You have to post a comment to win. If you already have the book, post a comment to let me know whether you want me to keep going with this series!
All Hallows Heartbreaker was the second book I published and was released in October 2003. The heroine, Emmy, was so much fun to write that she has appeared in every single installment of the series since.
From Romance Reviews Today: “…A wild romp of raunchy sex, laugh-out-loud humor, and suspense…”
From The Romance Studio: “…Ms. Devlin’s take on the vampire world is unique and creative…”
Emmaline Harris meets the perfect man at a Halloween party. After he rescues her from the unwanted attentions of another partygoer, she succumbs to his kisses and spends an evening engaged in wicked-sexy lovemaking. Sure she’s just a one-night stand, she tries to exit gracefully, but soon find she needs Dylan’s special skills when her world is turned upside down by a blood-drinking killer and his gang who target her for their next meal.
Dylan O’Hara only wants a night of passion to slake his sexual needs, but finds Emmy is a full-bodied, red-blooded siren whose innocence and humor draws this Master vampire like a moth to a red-hot flame. When Emmy attracts the attention of a serial-killing vampire, Dylan vows to protect her, but he fears he’ll lose Emmy once she discovers her “Dracula” has real fangs!
Note for Readers: You must be of legal age in your country of origin to read this excerpt.
Dylan stared at the woman Nicky was about to ravage. With her body crushed against his nemesis, Dylan had an excellent view of the lush curve of her waist, which blended into wide hips—and an ass a man would die to pump against. To his photosensitive eyes, her hair reflected the radiance of a sun in its blonde strands. The skin of her shoulders, rosy with blushes, made his mouth water.
His cock twitched behind the fly of his blue jeans.
Quentin coughed, breaking the spell the woman’s brilliant smile had cast.
“Nicky. You know the house rules,” Dylan said, his voice roughened by his instant attraction to the woman. “No civilians.”
“I like this one. So refreshing.” Nicky nuzzled her neck and grinned lazily. “She’s a meal and a half. We could share.”
The woman slapped Nicky’s shoulder. “Oh no. I don’t go for that kinky stuff.”
“Put her down. Now.” Dylan glared daggers at the younger vamp, even as he wondered at his sudden urge to rip Nicky’s arms off.
Nicky returned his glare, appearing nonchalant about raising Dylan’s ire. “Keep your knickers on—as you Brits say.”
“You damn well know—I’m Irish.”
Nicky shrugged. “I was only having a bit of fun.” He lowered the woman to the floor.
Unsteady, she grabbed Nicky’s arm then smiled thinly at Dylan. “Well, that was entertaining. I think I’ll go find my girlfriend, Monica.”
As she walked past Dylan, he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her to his side. “Are you talking about Monica with the brown hair and blue eyes?”
She tried to shrug out of his embrace, but only managed to set the fleshy tops of her luscious tits jiggling. “Are we doing this again? I’m tired of the game. And I won’t be surprised if you both haven’t left bruises. You guys must be doing some serious steroids.”
Dylan’s gaze lifted to her face. “You aren’t going to find Monica.”
Her wide hazel eyes met his gaze for the first time. Despite the sexy dress and the thick makeup on her eyes and mouth, there was a lively intelligence reflected in her gaze. And she was an innocent. She hadn’t a clue about the smoldering fire she’d lit in his loins.
“Why?” A frown creased her brow. “Has she already left?”
Dylan resisted the urge to draw a deep breath and bathe his hypersensitive sense of smell in her scent. “Listen, Monica isn’t your friend anymore.”
The sound of Nicky’s mocking laughter angered Dylan. To him, everything was a joke. Human life was cheap.
“Like I’m going to listen to you.” She struggled against his embrace, then frowned when he didn’t let her go. “She’s been my friend forever.”
“Right now, she’s only thinking about her hunger.” He knew—his hunger had hardened his dick to stone, and his fangs inched down from the roof of his mouth.
“You know, you’re right. Why whenever we have lunch together, she doesn’t go on and on about her boyfriends or her bad Brazilian wax job. No, she goes straight for the breadsticks!”
The urge to shake her until her teeth rattled warred with the need to take her to the floor. Dylan realized she was aggravating the shit out of him, but he wasn’t bored. And there was only one way he could think of to make her shut up. Ignoring Nicky’s avid stare, he leaned down and kissed her.
For him, the contact was electric. Her lips were soft and lush. Her breath sweet and minty. Her tongue hesitantly traced the fangs on either side of his mouth, and he thought he’d never been so hard.
He retracted his teeth. He wanted to savor her innocence.
“Nothing like broadcasting your interest to the world,” Quentin mumbled.
Dylan opened his eyes to see Nicky walk away. He pulled back from the woman. “You didn’t see me from the front, Quent. There’s no way he missed this hard-on.”
The woman’s mouth gaped, and her glance fell to his groin.
“Good work shutting her up.” Quentin’s expression was once again irritatingly droll.
“Just make sure Nicky doesn’t get up to any more mischief tonight,” Dylan said. “He’s already staked a claim on her.”
“Righto. I suppose you’re going to look after the girl?” Quentin drawled. “About bloody time.”
“Sod off,” Dylan snarled.
“Hello! I’m here,” the woman said. “I don’t know why men think they can talk over a woman’s head just because she’s blonde.”
Quentin’s gaze was alight with humor.
“You’ve better things to do, Quent. Get lost.” To the woman, Dylan said, “You’re coming with me.”
“Now look here,” she said, pushing against the arm that anchored her to his side, “I don’t know you from Adam. I don’t even know your name. Why the hell would I go anywhere with you?”
“Name’s Dylan O’Hara,” he said flatly, then lifted her off her feet and headed toward the stairs.
“Wait a minute. Where are you taking me?” Her legs scissored and the sharp spikes of her heels found his shin.
Exasperated, he put her down and glowered. “Dammit. I’m rescuing you.”
Her hazel eyes rounded. “You think you’re saving me from the bad guy?”
He stepped close, forcing her to look up at him. “I’m saving you from a badder guy.”
“Oh!” Her eyelids dipped, lashes concealing the thoughts her eyes appeared to always betray. “You really think he would have hurt me?”
Touching a finger to her soft cheek, he said, “He wanted more than just your blood, sweetheart. You wouldn’t have been able to stop him.” He slid the finger to the side of her neck and felt her blood thrum as her heart beat faster.
“That’s an odd way to put it. Can I stop you?” she asked, her breath shallow and rapid.
“Anytime you want. But you have to tell me you don’t want me.”
Her gaze lifted to his face. Fear and excitement warred in her expression. “I’m Emmaline Harris. Emmy, if you like.”
His hand slid behind her head, combing through her hair, and then he tugged to tilt her face back. “Tell me to stop, Emmy.”
“This is crazy. I just swore off men,” she whispered. “I didn’t want this.”
His lips hovered an inch above hers, giving her time to change her mind.
“Didn’t want what, Emmy?”
The heat of a blush stained her cheeks. “To fuck.”
“Bloody hell.” Dylan clenched his jaw and willed himself not to pounce. His cock had been painfully hard before—now his balls felt ready to burst. And he’d thought she would be safer with him!
“Was I wrong?” she asked. The uncertainty in her voice produced a slight quaver. “I thought you wanted me too. It’s like I conjured you. You’re everything I ever wanted, and there you were. Just for me.”
“What a coincidence. I thought you’d been made for me.” Dylan’s hand fisted in her hair. “I may hurt you.”
A seductive smile tilted the corners of her mouth. “I’m counting on it. In fact, if what’s pushing against my belly now is any indication, I think you’re going to ruin me for any other man.”
“Come upstairs with me.” He released her hair and moved away. “It’s your choice.”
With a slow rub of her hip against his cock, she stepped past him and climbed the stairs.
He was right behind her—the sway of her hips, from side to side, the sole focus of his attention. Black velvet hugged her bottom as she climbed, revealing the faint indentation of her panties. Each step produced a tiny jiggle of her ass, sending a jolt of awareness right to his groin.
Before they reached the top of the stairs, Dylan adjusted himself to let his cock rise along the zipper of his jeans, popping the snap at the top for relief. Thankfully, his leather vest covered the head of his penis. He brushed by her to unlock the door, welcoming the darkness inside the room. He became aware of her clutching the back of his vest, so he reached for the blinds and rolled them,
letting in the light from the dance floor.
When the door closed behind them, silence fell over the room. Emmy walked to the window. “Can they see us?”
“No. It’s one-way glass.”
She pulled up the blinds, exposing the window. “I didn’t realize there were so many people here. Can they hear us?”
“No more than you can hear them. The room’s soundproof.”
She looked over her shoulder and her skin pinkened. “Dylan, lock the door.”
With his heart pounding in anticipation, he complied. When he turned back, he found her standing in front of the window, peeling down the top of her bustier. Her breasts sprang from their confinement, milky-white globes, crowned by large rosy areolas. As he walked toward her, he noted the large circles were dimpled and her nipples pouted.
Emmy leaned forward and pressed her breasts to the glass, then raised her arms and flattened the rest of her upper torso against it. “Oh, it’s so deliciously cool. You’re sure no one can see me?”
Dylan closed in, standing just behind her. With his nose pressed to her apple-scented hair, he widened his legs and pressed his cock to her backside. “No one can see us. Is this how you want it?”
“My skin aches. Could you untie the laces of my bustier?”
Hunger clawing at his belly and groin, Dylan’s hands shook while he plucked the silk laces along her back to loosen the corset. Finally, it fell to the floor leaving her creamy back bare. He smoothed his hands around her shoulders and down her spine, achingly aware of her fragile body and the warm,
fragrant blood just beneath her skin.
She moaned and pushed her velvet-covered bottom against his cock. “The button. There’s a button and a zipper. Open them.”
Dylan found them easily and pushed the skirt past her hips to the floor. He’d been right about her ass. Round and pink—he gave it a little slap and watched its delicious jiggle. His body screamed with the need to ram deep inside her.
Now, the only thing between his cock and her ass were red silk panties. He shoved them down her legs, then knelt to pull them off, lifting one foot at a time.
When he rose, he licked the back of her thigh, the crease where her legs and buttocks met, then the dimples above her heart-shaped ass. He skimmed his hands over her from shoulders to her round buttocks and squeezed.
She shuddered. “Dylan, I’m feeling things.”
He smiled, and dipped to kiss her shoulder and the tender corner of her neck. “You bloody well better be.”
“Strange things,” she said, her voice ending on a whimper when his hands circled her hips to play with her pussy. “It’s not like I’m a virgin, but…I’ve never felt like this.”
“Tell me what you feel,” he said, and deliberately licked away Nicky’s scent from her neck.
“Tingly, hot—like something’s going to explode. I’m scared.”
He scraped his teeth against her neck and groaned. The blood was just beneath the surface. Not yet. “Sounds like the buildup to an orgasm, love. Haven’t you ever had one before?” To remove himself from temptation, he knelt behind her and nudged her legs apart with his hands.
Her buttocks rose and she gasped. “I thought so. At least, my heart raced and I felt wet…down there.” A tremor ran down her legs.
With both hands, he parted her buttocks and leaned forward to lap at her down-covered pussy. Her seam oozed a fragrant gift of excitement. “You’re certainly wet now.” Dylan licked between her labia, tasting the salty-sweet cream.
She jerked, and then pushed her hips back and higher, giving him greater access to her soaking cunt. “Ooh! Keep doing whatever it is you’re doing. Don’t stop.”
Two fingers parted her outer lips, and he fluttered his tongue against the thin, tender folds inside. He drew them between his teeth and sucked.
Instantly, Emmy shrieked and bucked. “I’m gonna die. Ohmygod, I’m gonna
Her body shook with her sobs, but Dylan didn’t stop. He slid his tongue inside her juicy cunt and speared in and out while his thumb rubbed in circles over her hooded clit. When her breath came in rhythmic pants, and her thighs stiffened against his cheeks, he sensed she hurtled toward her climax.
Teeth slid from the roof of his mouth a moment before he turned his head and sank his incisors into her quivering pussy, piercing her clit and inner lips.
Emmy screamed a long ragged howl. Her cunt throbbed with pleasure.
Small capillaries burst and spilled a trickle of blood into Dylan’s mouth. As he sucked, he continued to mouth her tender flesh—until long after the pulses tightening her vagina slowed. Retracting his teeth, he healed the tiny wounds he’d made with the lazy lap of his tongue. He turned his head and kissed her inner thigh.
“Did you just bite me?” she asked, her tone incredulous.
“Yes.” He leaned away from her. “Did you like it?”
“I didn’t know you could do such a thing. And it hurt! But…” Still pressed to the glass, she glanced over her shoulder. “…is that what an orgasm’s really like?”
Not knowing which issue he should address first, Dylan rose painfully to his feet. One need had been partially slaked, but by now his cock had to be turning blue from constriction. He unbuttoned his vest and shrugged it off, not caring where it landed on the floor. Gritting his teeth, he willed his shaft to relax, and then he reached for his zipper.
“Good lord! You’re not wearing underwear. Should you be doing that?”
His hand hesitated and he opened his eyes, hoping she wasn’t asking him to end their interlude.
Emmy had stopped hugging the window and was staring at his groin.
From the front, she was proving lethal to his self-control. He’s always been partial to blondes—and she was the real thing. “Should I be doing what, Emmy?
Do you want me to keep my pants on?” He grimaced against the pain. “I’ll stop now, if you tell me.”
“That’s not what I meant. But your zipper.” She pointed at his groin and blushed a deeper rose. “Won’t you hurt yourself with the zipper?”
“Stop talking about it, and I might be able to get him down a bit.” He closed his eyes against the sight of her and took a deep breath.
“Oh. Can I help?”
“No!” Taking another deep breath, he eased the zipper down slowly, wincing as the metal teeth scraped his cock.
He heard her gasp. “Holy shit! Now I’m not sure which will hurt worse, your bite or your dick.”
Dylan jerked, and the zipper pinched his cock. “For fuck’s sake!” He ripped the zipper down the rest of the way, then doubled over in pain. Air left his lungs in a single strangled gust.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Emmy’s hand patted his head. “What can I do? Can I help?”
Still clutching his groin, he raised his head and stared at her.
Her eyes were wide with concern. “Your face is bright red. Are you all right? Can you breathe? I know the Heimlich.”
“What the fuck?” He shook his head in confusion. “Just sit!”
When she sank onto the edge of the leather sofa, Dylan felt it safe enough to turn his back. He reached for the edge of his desk to steady himself. Gradually, the pain ebbed, and he straightened.
Nervous laughter bubbled. “Oh! I meant CPR, not the Heimlich. No wonder you looked at me like I’d grown two heads.”
Dylan shook his head, and then surprised himself with a single bark of laughter. He turned back to the sofa. Emmy still hugged the edge, her skin ghostly pale against the dark leather.
She bit her lip and raised her arm to cover her breasts. “I suppose the mood’s gone, huh? What with you injured and all. I’ll just get dressed.”
His gaze swept over her breasts, rounded belly, and the nest of pale hair between her legs. “If you give me a minute to recover—”
Emmy chewed on her lips, and then bounced from the sofa and walked
toward him, stopping just in front of him. With eyes on her breasts, he pushed his jeans down his hips and struggled to free a leg.
“I could…” Emmy’s gaze fell to his cock, widened, and she licked her lips.
Dylan hopped on one foot and pulled a leg from the jeans.
“…could kiss it better.”
He landed on the carpeted floor on his backside, and then laid back, his arms stretched wide. “You are a menace! I give up. Sex with you may be the death of me.” He felt a tug on his calf and looked down the length of his body, eyebrows raised.
Emmy was pulling his pants the rest of the way down his second leg. She blurted, “Well you don’t think after seeing that dick that I could just walk
Emmy pulled off his pants, relieved that finally they were on equal ground. He was flat on his back. Naked as she was. Although, equal wasn’t exactly the right word for him. His dick was extraordinarily above equal. Stellar and mythic were better words that came to mind.
Redder than the rest of his skin, his cock rose from a nest of straight black hair. Hair that appeared the same color and texture as the fur on his chest.
Something she’d noticed as soon as he’d taken off his leather vest.
On closer inspection, she noted his penis was thicker than her wrist and long with deep veins running down the side. It was crowned by a smooth, round head and as beautiful as the rest of him.
While she was naked and ordinary. Only ordinary wasn’t the right word, either. Über-ordinary, maybe. No, ridiculous—that’s what she was. Her ass was enormous. Her breasts were flabby. And she hadn’t shaved her bikini line.
Perhaps she’d better get dressed.
Her gaze fell again to his mighty sword.
“Don’t get shy now,” he said. “Or are you forgetting the part about kissing it better?”
How had she ever had the nerve to say that? Of course, she was always saying the first thing that came to mind. Then again, he sounded a little worried.
Like he was afraid she might not go through with it.
A dick of mythic proportions didn’t come by twice in a lifetime. She bit the edge of her lip and knelt beside him. “You’ll have to show me what you like. My ex-boyfriend said I do it all wrong.”
“He was a bloody idiot.” Dylan reached for her hand and pulled it toward his cock. “Start like this.” With his hand over hers, he moved her up and down on him.
The skin that slid over the rigid shaft was velvety-soft and hot. “I’ve done this before.” She increased the speed.
His eyes closed tight. “If you use some spit, you can move faster and squeeze while you do that.”
Seeing his eyes closed, she felt slightly less self-conscious. Ready to try something new. Cupping her free palm to her mouth, she spit, then slid both hands around his cock. “Squeezing is good?”
“Oh yeah. A little twisting too.” His hips lifted off the floor at her first sideways caress. But his eyes stayed closed.
She must be doing it right. Relieved, she twisted her hands in opposite directions as she pushed and pulled. “What about the other thing?”
“Other thing?” he gasped, and opened his eyes.
“A blow job. I’m not very good at that either.”
“God help me.” Dylan sighed and put an arm behind his head. With his head raised, his green eyes could see everything she did.
Her hands slowed and she waited for his next instructions, determined to get it right.
“Stop moving your hands,” he said, his face taut.
Startled, she stopped instantly. Maybe, she’d hurt him.
“You were doing it right, Emmy.” He raised his hand to comb his fingers through her hair. “Too right.”
She let out a relived sigh. “Would you like me to do the other thing now?”
“Just put your mouth wherever you want,” he said, his voice gruff and low.
The “wherever you want” confused and excited her. Her ex had always insisted on her swallowing his cock right away.
She leaned over him and tried to decide where to start first. Head, shaft, or the sac below?
She kissed his balls, smoothing her lips over them. Only, it wasn’t enough.
She stuck her tongue out and laved one, but it rolled away. Determined to hold it still for a licking, she sucked one into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue.
A deep moan and lift of his hips told her she was on the right track. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the other into her mouth.
“Emmy,” he said, his voice strained. “Straddle my face.”
“Huh?” So surprised by his request, she let him pull her around, until her pussy hovered above his mouth and his penis tickled her collarbone.
The now familiar stroke of his tongue had her back curling like a cat to press her pussy into his face. His mouth closed over her labia, and he sucked and stroked, making her forget her purpose until the shaft of his dick nudged her chin.
She tilted his penis and lowered her mouth over the silky-smooth head.
When his teeth sank into her tender flesh, she squirmed and moaned—and bit into his dick.
With a single, deafening roar, he lifted her from his body and pushed her to the side. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”