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Saturday Snippet: My Choice (Contest)
Saturday, March 30th, 2013

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I’ve written quite a few short stories. I like the fact I can write one in just a couple of days. When I’m experimenting with a genre, a quick 4,000-words is enough to let me move inside another world and try it on. Some of them I sell to publishers who need short stories like Cleis Press or for one of the Mammoth Books. Not everyone will run to buy a collection of short stories just to see what I have written, so I am starting to pull those shorties together into their own collections. This was my first collection. I’ll release another, hopefully next month. Enjoy this snippet from another of my “experiments.” Can you guess what my naked man from the sea really is?

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From National Bestselling Author, Delilah Devlin, comes a naughty collection of seven bedtime stories for a week’s worth of nighttime reading pleasure —a little “som-som” to inspire sexy dreams or a one-handed orgasm, or to be read to a partner and enjoyed together.

Witness one woman’s desperate attempt to seduce her busy husband in “Lily’s Last Stand”. In “Nip ‘n’ Tuck” follow a shy seamstress’s adventures with an online suitor that doesn’t go quite as planned. Dive into “Dreaming by the Sea” where a woman with a mysterious past is surprised by a lover who strides naked from the ocean to claim her. An adventurous Victorian nurse learns the pleasures of steam-driven technology in “Dr.Mullaley’s Cure”. A New York commuter shares lustful daydreams of with another subway passenger in “The Morning Ride”.  A woman finds the limits of her inhibitions tested in a one-night stand in “All About Me”. In “The Obedient Wife”, find out what really happened between The Beauty and the Beast. Hint: It’s not your children’s fairytale!

From “Dreaming By The Sea” from Strokes

Sea foam lathered the jagged rocks along the shore, each lap sounding like a soapy caress. A sensual sound that fired my imagination to think about things I hadn’t since…well, in a very long time.

Frustrated with the elusive memory, I turned my face into the wind and enjoyed the way it whipped at my hair and the nightgown I’d thrown on over my underwear before making the trek down to the beach. The way the light played at the edge of the horizon had proved too much temptation for me to stay inside the cabin hugging the side of the cliff.

The air was cool with an underlying note of humid heat. Cloying enough to make the silk stick to my skin, but I didn’t care. No one was there to see my slinky nightgown mold my body. I hadn’t wanted to dress since I rose from bed that morning. One of the perks of being a writer. I’d worked without a break all day, but now needed to clear the cobwebs before I headed back into my story.

I strode beside the water, jumping back to avoid the tidal fingers that seeped between the rocks lining the shore to rush across the sand. I headed to the small pool the ebbing tide left every day to see the treasures the sea deposited for me to admire.

Or so I liked to think. Not that I ever took them home. I hadn’t the courage to wet my fingers in the brine. An old phobia—one I wasn’t sure where it started.

Tall, sharp-edged boulders framed the opening where the water rushed into the pool. Peering into the water, I lay on my stomach on a flat rock above the pool. I edged closer and closer, tempted to trail my fingers in the silky saltwater. An orange starfish, bits of broken shell, a long thin strand of seaweed were all that filled the pool. Still, I stared, wishing I were braver.

“Do you always whimper when you stare at starfish?”

I jerked back, my gaze flying to a man, his hands braced between the two sentinel rocks and his body completely nude. “You startled me,” I blurted, scrambling to my knees. Then I narrowed my eyes. “What are doing here? This beach is private. And why the hell are you naked?”

“Don’t you have you any pity for a man washed up on your shore?”

I didn’t believe him. A quick glance showed his skin hadn’t been torn or bruised by the force of water crashing against the rocks. But how had he come here?  And why hadn’t he worn a swimsuit?

I didn’t want to know. No matter how handsome he was. And gods, he was. His hair was nearly black and the wet strands grazed the tops of wide shoulders. His eyes were a startling blue, like a calm sea. However, staring into them was anything but calming.

The longer the moment stretched, the harder I fought to ignore the dark hair matted to his chest or the hollows that outlined the muscles stretched over his abdomen.

I tried to keep my gaze glued to his crooked smile, but I knew the attempt was a battle I’d lose. I glanced down, thinking I’d hide it with a blink, but found myself ensnared by the sight of his erection. Thick and alert, without a curve, it pointed slightly to the side. In that second while my gaze lingered, I felt a deep pang of loneliness echo through me.

He cupped his cock. Was he hiding it? Or making sure I’d continue to stare?

My nipples tightened and poked against the silk. I hunched my shoulders to disguise my body’s reaction. “I’m asking you to leave,” I said, forcing a hard tone. “Now.”

“Are you afraid of me?”

I should have been. He’d appeared out of nowhere, invading my personal haven.

However, I’d been alone for nearly a month. This conversation, as strange as it was, was the most thrilling thing that happened since my arrival. “I’m not afraid.” Just feeling horny and stupid. My cheeks began a slow burn.

His shoulders relaxed and he dropped his arms, striding forward into the tidal pool. He bent and picked up a shell, then wiped it off on his belly and held it out.

I didn’t want to take it his gift. The way he looked at me, his stare so intense, set off tingles of alarm that lifted the hairs on the back of my neck.

Still, I raised my hand, accepting it, and then cradled it in my palm as I met the stranger’s steady gaze.

His mouth curved into a half-smile tentative enough not to alarm me. “If I join you on your rock, will you run?”

Damn. I wanted him here, even though he’d be near enough I couldn’t escape. “Should I run?” I asked, tilting my chin.

His smile widened. “Only if you worry about your gown getting wet.” His gaze studied my expression, and then he gripped the ledge and hauled himself up beside me.

I made more room for him to sprawl backward on his elbows. Eyeing him, sitting this close to his nude body, disturbed me more than I wanted to admit. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction—him, with his masculine frame stretched beside me, so close I could sweep a hand over his hard belly or bend to take his cock inside my mouth…

At the direction of my thoughts, my heart pounded like a sledgehammer.

“The sun’s setting,” he murmured, turning to catch me staring again.

I really couldn’t resist. His cock lay against the thigh nearest me. And disappointingly, it had softened. I wondered how that could be when my own body was reacting so wildly to his proximity.

“Really, did you park along the cliff?” I blurted, wanting to talk about anything to fill the silence that made me more nervous and embarrassed by the second. He had to know how he affected me, my breaths were coming faster. My cheeks heated.

He arched a dark brow, and the fading sunlight glinted in his mysterious, sea-blue eyes. His white teeth flashed. “I swam here.”

Our gazes were locked, making the moment feel more intimate, as though a promise was made. My body leaned toward him, but I resisted. He was a complication I didn’t need. No matter how handsome. I shook my head to clear it. “Do you have a house farther down the beach?”

“My home is farther along than that.”

Growing annoyed with his evasiveness, I frowned and rose on my knees. “I have to get back.”

“Is someone waiting for you? Will you be missed?”

The way he asked, as though my answer would determine his reaction, made those warning tingles clamor. I tried to stand, but he gripped my wrist and held me.

His thumb stroked my thudding pulse. “I can’t let you leave.”

“I’ll scream.”

“Do it. No one will hear.”

Since he was right, I bit my tongue and glared.

“Say you’ll stay, and I’ll let go of you.”

I nodded slowly. “I’ll stay.”

He eased his grip, and I glanced down to rub my wrist, waiting for him to lower his guard. The moment he offered me a smile, I shoved his chest, pushing him off the rock into the pool. Then I scrambled up the rocky pathway.

In moments, I was halfway up the narrow, uneven rock steps that ran from the beach to the cabin porch, forty feet above. However, I heard no sounds behind me and I slowed, worrying that maybe he’d hit his head against a rock and lay bleeding or drowned in the water. Huffing a bit, I halted, gripping the handrail in my indecision, and then glanced back. I gave a startled yelp because he was only two steps behind me. And smiling.

Naked and smiling, I revised. I couldn’t get past the naked part, not when his cock was filling again. I backed up a step.

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Shiloh Walker
Lissa Matthews
Myla Jackson
Shelli Stevens
Mari Carr
Jody Wallace
Lauren Dane

25 comments to “Saturday Snippet: My Choice (Contest)”

  1. Teresa Hughes
    · March 30th, 2013 at 7:48 am · Link

    I love short story collections myself. As for this man, I’m thinking a merman. Sounds like a hot story that I am going to have to read! Have a great weekend!

  2. pam howell
    · March 30th, 2013 at 8:15 am · Link

    you make me all naughty
    I like that

  3. Toni Whitmire
    · March 30th, 2013 at 9:18 am · Link

    WOW I can’t wait to read it because it sounds so wonderful.

  4. Deb Carter
    · March 30th, 2013 at 10:30 am · Link

    Wow even I’m interested in this. Great idea to put them together like this.

  5. Wesley Nichols
    · March 30th, 2013 at 11:02 am · Link

    Your collection of short stories sounds interesting. I am also curious about your adult interpretation of Beauty and the Beast.

    I am also glad to see you on your blog as you have disappeared these last couple of days.

    How is your writing schedule going over all?

  6. merriedth
    · March 30th, 2013 at 12:04 pm · Link

    Nice I can’t wait to read it..I loved the snippett of Dreaming by the Sea..

  7. Ilona
    · March 30th, 2013 at 12:31 pm · Link

    One per night? I don’t think so after reading that snippet 😀

  8. kvg
    · March 30th, 2013 at 12:39 pm · Link

    I just finished In Too Deep. Great sequel, of course they are never long enough! Hope that means you’re cooking something up for Tommy you can’t leave him hangin’! Your snippet is hot. Does she have herself a merman?

  9. Rachelle Lerner
    · March 30th, 2013 at 12:50 pm · Link

    I am not into short stories, usually. These could change my mind.

  10. Mary Jo Toth
    · March 30th, 2013 at 1:11 pm · Link

    Thank you for steaming up my phone! Sounds wonderful.

  11. ronnie cornett
    · March 30th, 2013 at 1:39 pm · Link

    I can’t wait to read this…the snippet was hot 😉 But then again I love all of your writing ❗

  12. BookLady
    · March 30th, 2013 at 2:16 pm · Link

    What a great collection of short stories! Enjoyed Dreaming by the Sea. I think he is a merman. Thanks for sharing.

  13. Wesley Nichols
    · March 30th, 2013 at 3:53 pm · Link

    In Dreaming by the Sea, are you using the mythology of the Merpeople? The reason I ask is because the male lead in the story seems rather predatory and some of the stories using merfolk characters (Selkie or Mermaid) describe how they use sensuality to lure their prey to their doom.

  14. sherry gladden
    · March 30th, 2013 at 5:57 pm · Link

    Enjoyed your blog & plan on checking out the other authors. Love your books & would love to win one!

  15. Melissa Porter
    · March 30th, 2013 at 6:45 pm · Link

    I will be checking out a few new authors.
    Thanks for sharing.
    Your books are great. 🙂

  16. sharon chalk
    · March 30th, 2013 at 7:10 pm · Link

    oh I was so hoping that Strokes was already in print,but I guess pdf means its not lol but oh I wanted to read that story,you don’t see many with merman and now all night Im going to be thinking about that man.The rest of the snippets sound very good also but of course you wrote them so what else could be expected,but now the merman is going to haunt me all night aarrgg

  17. Vickie Hamilton
    · March 30th, 2013 at 7:26 pm · Link

    The snippet was great…they all are. Wish I had the book on my nightstand right now!

  18. Amber Kuehna
    · March 30th, 2013 at 7:45 pm · Link

    Ohh-love it! Can’t wait to read the rest! 🙂

  19. Diana
    · March 30th, 2013 at 8:04 pm · Link

    I love short stories, especially yours. I think the man from the sea is a Roan.

  20. Vanessa
    · March 31st, 2013 at 9:05 am · Link

    I love your books, can’t wait to read this one.

  21. DeeAnn S
    · March 31st, 2013 at 9:26 am · Link

    Dreaming By The Sea is my go-to fantasy. Thanks for adding to the pleasure! 😉

  22. Delilah
    · March 31st, 2013 at 10:10 am · Link

    The Random Number Generator chose entry #15! Congrats, Melissa Porter! Send me an email to arrange delivery of your prize!

  23. Kai W.
    · March 31st, 2013 at 3:42 pm · Link

    I haven’t read a merman’s story in such a long time. This would be difference from what I have been reading lately.

  24. kathleen yohanna
    · April 1st, 2013 at 3:07 am · Link

    The man from the sea could be a merman or he is a rich guy from a ship who decided to swim to her naked in order to impress her with his charms.

  25. Deb
    · April 1st, 2013 at 2:44 pm · Link

    Sounds like an “entertaining” read.

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