Two contests have ended. Tons of winners are listed here, but first, you have to read to the end—or at least, I hope you read to get to the end! 🙂 ~DD
If you’ve never read the My Immortal Knight series, Monday will be a great opportunity to dive in. Not sayin’ why–okay, yes I will. All Hallows Heartbreaker, Book 1, will be offered for free—for two weeks only! Since the publisher would love to introduce you to the series and entice you to read the rest, covers for the first four books have been redone (yeah, I need to get them changed on this website ASAP), and…on March 23rd MIK-8, My Sweet Succubus, releases.
On Monday, I’ll post an excerpt from All Hallows Heartbreaker, but for now, here’s something to enjoy from Book 2, Love Bites.
“…congratulations to Ms. Devlin for creating a masterpiece. This story has all the elements that a Gold Star book has in it. The novel has intense suspense that was thrilling and delightful,…”
Gold Star Award, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“… LOVE BITES is a delicious, emotional romp of a story, a tale that builds powerfully on the old, often-used love triangle and succeeds beautifully in creating something new and exciting.”
On the trail of a serial killer, vampire Quentin Albermarle is mistaken for the killer by a police special task force. Once the smoke clears, Quentin finds himself in a delicious position-atop one of the unit’s crack officers, Darcy Henry.
In need of Quentin’s access to the vampire sub-culture, the task force leadership invites Quentin to join the crime unit as a special advisor, much to the chagrin of the men in the unit, and especially, of Darcy.
A no-nonsense cop with no time for romance, Darcy suddenly finds herself embroiled in a steamy love triangle between her mortal partner, Joe, and the handsome vampire. Going from abstinence to wantonness, she is unable to resist the two men’s relentless seduction or her own sensual curiosity about a vampire’s special “kiss”.
When the real killer threatens the life of someone close to her, Darcy makes a choice that forever binds the three of them together.
Darcy entered her house quietly and set the bags she’d retrieved from Quentin’s hotel room on the floor. He could carry them the rest of the way to his bedroom when he woke. His bedroom. Already, the house felt alien. Invaded. As soon as she’d deposited Quentin and Joe on her front doorstep earlier, she’d hotfooted it out of the house. Retrieving his things had only been an excuse to put some distance between the vamp and her raging hormones. Why him? Why did her body come alive at just the sight of him?
Sunshine poured into the large open space of her Florida room, and she grinned. Joe was a devious man. He’d opened every blind and shutter to ensure the vamp remained trapped behind the guest bedroom door. Joe was on the couch sleeping, a tangle of covers knotted around his waist. His chest bare. With his arms flung above his head, she had an excellent view of his washboard abs and the arrow of black hair that stretched from nipple to nipple and down below the edge of the sheet.
Cursing herself for noticing, Darcy tiptoed past him. Her sexual libido had rotten timing. The vamp had awakened feelings she’d tamped down for three years.
Thankful she had Joe around to save her from herself, Darcy headed to her bedroom. Inside, she stripped off her clothes and padded on bare feet into her bathroom, intent on showering away the sand she was sure had worked itself into every crevice.
Reaching behind the shower curtain, she turned on the water. She brushed her teeth, and rummaged beneath the cabinet for the scented soap her mother had given her at Christmas. The raspberry-perfumed soap would be her secret indulgence. No matter she normally used only plain bar soap for a quick scrub. She wondered if the vampire’s keen sense of smell would detect her change of routine.
She reached in to lift the stopper and stepped beneath the shower’s spray.
“I thought you’d decided to find yourself another place to stay.”
Darcy nearly screeched at Quentin’s husky whisper. She whirled and then remembered she hadn’t a stitch of clothing on. Her hands covered her breasts, but she quickly realized she had to look ridiculous. The rest of her was bare, and his hot gaze devoured every exposed inch.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed, keeping her gaze glued on his face.
“Availing myself of my hostess’s amenities?” he said, a smirk tilting one corner of his mouth.
One glance down and she’d be toast. She was already having problems breathing after noting the way the water ran in rivulets from the ends of his hair and down his broad, hairy chest. “Well, you can just waltz right out of here and go use the guest bathroom. I’m not sharing.”
“Your boyfriend’s made that impossible for me to do.” He folded his arms over his chest. “You’re stuck with me until dark.”
“Not my problem. And his name’s Joe. How the hell did you get past him?”
Quentin’s smile stretched and he shrugged.
Darcy wished the rose-colored tile behind him would make him seem less…manly. “I’ll scream, and Joe will come running. He’ll kill you if he finds you here—and I won’t be happy to clean up the mud you leave behind.” She jerked when he reached over her shoulder for the shampoo.
His long, muscled forearm grazed her shoulder, and Darcy held herself stiff as a statue to keep a shudder from racking her body. His large, broad frame crowded her, sucking the air from the steam-filled stall. When he calmly squeezed a glob of shampoo into his palm and raised his hands to lather his hair, her breath hitched.
She didn’t know why she didn’t make good on her threat to scream for help, except she’d be embarrassed as hell if she were found naked with the vamp. Her reticence couldn’t have a thing to do with all that golden skin and the tufts of dark hair beneath his arms—and certainly not the cock lifting from its bed of wiry brown hair.
Ah hell! She’d looked.
Darcy spun away and grabbed the washcloth. Scrubbing her arms and breasts, she abraded her skin to remind herself this was a dangerous man—whom she probably shouldn’t turn her back on.
When his soapy hands slid around her waist and pulled her back snug against his chest and abdomen, the only thought that didn’t blow her mind was that his cock rested in the crease of her ass.
“I’ll offer you a trade,” he said, his mouth next to her ear.
Darcy fought her body’s inclination to lean into his embrace. If she were going to be weak, she’d lay all the blame at his doorstep.
“I need blood—about half a pint to stave off grumpiness…” He licked her ear then sucked her lobe between his teeth.
A frisson of desire shuddered through her body, unwanted, but so strong her head fell to the side, exposing her neck.
“… and I can give you an orgasm unlike anything you’ve ever known.”
Mention of the “O” word tightened her belly to a hard knot. He’d stirred an ache when he’d first strode out of the waves. Nothing less than a wild fucking would do to get him out her system.
His hands smoothed up her stomach to cup her breasts.
Darcy tried to push his hands down. Not because she didn’t crave his touch there, but because she knew her small breasts didn’t stack up well against the globes on the woman he’d been with earlier. Her traitorous nipples constricted instantly.
She eased her legs apart and let his cock slide between them.
Quentin groaned and tongued her neck. All the while his hands caressed her, smoothing over her breasts, across her belly, and down to her pussy.
Darcy swayed on her feet as pliant as a rag doll in his arms, biting her lips to keep the moans that threatened to tear from her throat. His fingers separated her labia and stroked between. Her hands reached behind to grasp his thighs, otherwise she’d have melted to the floor of the shower in a puddle.
He licked behind her ear, then tsked. “We’ll have to do something about this sand first.”
Again, he reached for the shampoo. When his fingers massaged her scalp, Darcy swore someone purred. His strong fingers worked in the suds and kept right on kneading and shaping. When he drew her under the water to rinse her hair, Darcy’s eyes were closed and she followed him, docile as a lamb.
“Give me your soap,” he said.
Her eyes slowly blinked open. “Soap?”
“The bar you’re clutching in your hand.”
Darcy looked down her arm and realized she still held her mother’s soap in her hand. She held it up for him.
Leaning down, he sniffed, then took the bar. “Raspberries. My favorite. Now come here.” He drew her away from the water and sat on the ledge at the far end of the stall, pulling her to stand between his open thighs. With a twirl of his finger, he indicated that she should turn around.
She shot one last meaningless glare, then turned away.
He worked the lather between his hands then glided his soapy hands over her skin from shoulders to buttocks and all the sensitive points in between. When he reached her ass, Darcy’s heart beat loudly. His hands parted her buttocks and his finger trailed down the crevice. “No sand here,” he said, gravel in his voice.
In the creases between her legs and buttocks, he found a trace of grit, so he lifted her cheeks and spent minutes soaping and smoothing to ensure not a granule was missed. By the time he’d finished, Darcy’s legs wobbled and she was ready to scream.
When he turned her to wash her front, Darcy’s gaze fell on his face. His nose was flared, his cheeks reddened and the smirk was now a tight line of tension. Gratified he was every bit as overcome with desire as she was, Darcy gave herself over to his touch. Just this once.
He lathered his hands and reached for her breasts. Already tight and puckered, her nipples caught the soap bubbles he smoothed there. His large hands dwarfed her breasts, but despite her earlier doubts, he played with them, apparently fascinated.
His fingers rolled her nipples, tugged and squeezed until they stretched, engorged. She nearly protested when he left them to glide his hands down her belly. He swirled a finger inside her belly button and Darcy’s abdomen jumped and quivered, her legs once again turning to jelly. Then he reached lower.
She parted her legs to make room for his hands and he swept them between, rubbing over her outer labia, then parted them to finger her tender inner lips.
Darcy reached for his shoulders to steady herself, then leaned to rest her head on his shoulder as his fingers rimmed her cunt, circling, rubbing. He found her clitoris and plucked it. “Lift your leg over mine,” he said.
He didn’t want mere compliance—he demanded her knowing participation. Darcy was beyond any pretense of defiance. She lifted one leg and draped it over his. The space between her legs was wide open for his marauding fingers to explore. Her nails bit into his shoulders.
Looking down the space between their bodies, Darcy’s breath grew shallow and raspy. Their differences, human to vampire, weren’t important now. How their bodies complimented each other’s, feminine to masculine, assumed precedence. Something deep inside her soft core yearned to yield to his mastery.
His erection stood straight up, veins crisscrossing beneath golden skin tinged with red. The wide, plump head looked soft and purplish. She couldn’t resist smoothing a fingertip over it.
“No touching. Not yet,” he said, his words clipped.
He rolled the bar of soap between his palms working up lather, then set it aside. When his hands descended to her crotch, Darcy closed her eyes and let her head fall back.
His fingers rubbed over the hair on her mons, tugging, massaging, and then he reached lower to follow the lines where her thighs met her pussy, his fingers smoothing, yet creating an ache that drew her belly taut.
She widened her legs and sank slightly on one knee to rock against his hand. Hurry! She wanted to shout at him, she needed him to be inside her now.
He traced a finger between her labia and Darcy gasped, sure that now he would dip inside. “Open your eyes,” he said.
He removed one of his hands from her and circled his cock. “This is vampire cock, sweetheart,” he said, his voice roughening.
“What? You think, once I’ve had vamp, I’ll never go back?” As soon as the words were spoken, she regretted her quip. It was something she tended to do when she was nervous.
Quentin’s face broke into grin. “I can guarantee any man who comes after me will be found wanting.”
“You think highly of yourself, don’t you?”
“I’ve over a hundred fifty years of practical experience, love. I’m just stating facts.”
A hundred fifty years of fucking? She wet her lips with her tongue. “From where I’m standing, I’m not seeing anything that special.” Liar!
His hand glided up and down himself. “This is only one piece of the equipment, love. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I want to describe the process, so there will be no surprises. I don’t want to frighten you.”
“I’m not scared.” Her skittering heartbeat made a liar out of her.
One brow rose, mocking her assertion. “Well, then let’s get on with it.” The hand between her legs, rubbed over her hips, then clasped one buttock to force her closer. He lowered the head of his cock to her pussy and pushed between her legs.
Okay, enough teasing. Back to the contests. Winners are named below. Congratulations everyone! Be sure to email me to arrange delivery of your prizes! If you have any questions regarding what you’ve won, winners, go to the contest page: Contest Page
The winners of The 4x2x4 Contest are:
March 1, #26: Miranda C
March 4, #6: Becky Ward
March 12, #4: Ju Dimello
March 14, #2: Shadow
Congratulations, ladies. Check the contest page for the list of eligible books and email me your choices and your snail mail addy!
The winners of The Promo Ho Contest are:
Thanks so much for your support! Be sure to email me to let me know which email address you’d like your prizes sent to!
I seen your post on face book and was so hoping to win your Love Bites..sounds so sweet…;D
HaHa! It’s not sweet!!!
I’m with Kami, I also saw your post of Facebook. Can’t wait to get the first book and would love to win this one. How you have more comments to post.
See ya 😈
saw ur note on fb
Hey Miss Delilah I saw your note on Facebook and thought I’d give this a shot. have a great day!!
Well, FB and Delilah are both popular today! Would love a copy of your book, sounds intense! 😈
Hiya Mizz Devlin! Saw your FB note! 😀
Saw the note on Facebook and just read the exerpt…holy moly, what a way to start the day!
Good Afternoon Ms. Delilah. Hope you have a good weekend. A fan in VA Leann Oh, saw your post on fb…tell Ms.Myla Hi & thanks again for the download. 😀
Saw your FB post about Love Bites. I love free!!
ONE-DAY-ONLY CONTEST! Come to my blog, mention that you saw this note here, and be eligible for a free download of Love Bites!
I saw this posted on Facebook and would love to read your book! 🙂
Just popped over from Facebook to see if I was a winner in the previous contests. Wasn’t lucky then so hoping I get lucky this time (especially as you got me wanting more after that excerpt!)
I have always loved the Immortal Knights series. When I saw the post on Facebook for Love Bites I got really excited. I just have to get a copy!
Hey Ms. Devlin,saw your post on Twitter and would love to win . Ciao, Luisa
Love your FB page (the message there) and your blog. I look forward to following your work.
Wow! That cover! ❗
Look forward to reading this series. I think it’s the only set of your books I haven’t read yet!
That was such a tease!!
Whoohooo…I won! Thanks Mizz Devlin! You have put a HUGE smile on my face! YAY! Congrats to all of the winners! 😛