UPDATE: The winner of this contest is…Suzanne!
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Those of you who read me, know I love to write short. Short stories, that is. I write them for publication in anthologies, and sometimes to release on their own, as I did with yesterday’s release, Big Brass Buckle. When I have a nice group of short stories written, I publish them together in volumes entitled Strokes. I have two volumes out at present. By Christmas, I hope to have a third. If you’ve never read my short stories and think you would never be satisfied with anything less than a 100 pages of manuscript, I challenge you to reconsider. Sometimes, something small can be quite edible and delicious!
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a free download of Strokes, Vol. 1!
From New York Times 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 “Lily’s Last Stand”:
The F-bomb fell effortlessly from her mouth, leaving him feeling bemused. “Who are you?”
“Can I tell you who I want to be?”
From “Nip ‘n’ Tuck”:
She suppressed a grin. He was being a good sport about this. She’d been the one to design the scenario. Something she’d always fantasized about doing to a stranger, but had never had the courage to try. Not until “TallDarkBanker” teased her in a private chat room into revealing her innermost desires.
From “Dreaming by the Sea”:
He leaned his forehead against mine. “A kiss, Despy. Let me give you a kiss. I promise all will be answered.”
A kiss. How simple. How frightening. Everything would change. I knew it.
From “Dr. Mullaley’s Cure”:
“I feel…nearly…oh, the agony…oh, doctor!”
Mrs. Headley gave a choked little scream, her upper body arching on the table before settling again. Her flushed cheeks shone with sweat, but the smile she gave the doctor was so filled with gratitude I felt a stirring of something akin to pride for the doctor’s skill.
From “The Morning Ride”:
She saw him, or at least from the knee on down. Shiny black loafers. Knife-edged creases on his charcoal trousers. Sweeping her gaze upward, but still not looking directly, she eyed his tall, lean body, embracing the quickening tattoo of her heart. When he took his seat along the opposite wall and two seats down, she let out the breath she’d held, the pinpricks of darkness that had narrowed her vision to a tunnel, fading back. All was right in her world again.
From “All About Me”:
“Why don’t you go first?”
He shook his head, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. “Now, see? That’s not what I want. And you said I could have anything I wanted if I made you come.”
I snorted. “How do know you I didn’t fake it?”
A sexy grin stretched across his face. “Baby, you came so hard you peed on me.”
From “The Obedient Wife”:
The door swung open, and every word she’d rehearsed flew from her mind, because a great hairy beast dressed in trousers and boots and nothing more filled up the door.
“This be the girl?” the beast rumbled.
The daughter shivered at the deep, warm sound, unsure whether it was pleasure or fear and also unsure which excited her more.
Longer Excerpt from “Lily’s Last Stand”:
Lily Newcomb checked her makeup in the rearview mirror. She wore a new shade of lipstick—“Waitress Red”—on her lips with a slick of gloss to wet them. Brent used to say red lips made him think of blowjobs. That ought to make him sit up and take notice.
Then bracing herself, she let herself out of her Volvo and tugged the belt of her raincoat securely around her waist, trying not to think about how ridiculous this was, how cliché. But she was at wit’s end.
Brent had just spent his last night burning midnight oil. They had enough now—enough money, enough things, enough of the right friends and associates. It was time Brent turned his considerable skills toward shoring up another relationship. One closer to home.
Lily used his spare set of keys to open the outer door of the law offices and let herself inside. The reception area was dark. As was the corridor. Only a sliver of light shone beneath her husband’s door. They were alone.
She unbelted the coat, letting it drop into a messy puddle at her feet. She fluffed her hair, combing her fingers through her bangs to tousle them. With a last deep breath, she strode on her four-inch patent leather heels to his office, grasped the knob with her sweaty palm and inched the door open.
Brent sat at his desk. The neck of his white, buttoned down shirt was opened, his tie askew. His dark hair looked deliciously messy as he frowned at the document in front of him.
Before he lifted his gaze, she leaned against the doorframe in a seductive pose and tossed back her head, hoping he wouldn’t laugh when he realized she was there—and what she wasn’t wearing.
She heard a cough. Brent’s gaze rose and widened, giving her quick once-over before he bolted from his chair.
Too late, she realized he wasn’t alone. She thrust a hand downward to hide her sex, wrapped an arm around her breasts, but it was too little protection, too late.
Brent’s partner, Lou, rose from an arm chair, instantly averting his gaze. He coughed again. “I can see why you were in a rush to get home, Brent,” he said, sounding strangled. He turned to walk toward the door, shielding his face with a hand and offering a muffled, laughing, “Nice seeing you, Lily,” as she stood, slack-jawed beside the door. In the distance, she heard Lou whistling tunelessly as he exited the office.
Heat crept across her cheeks as she glanced at her husband. “This was a bad idea. I’ll just let myself out,” she said in a little voice, backing away.
Brent kept coming. His face wore that look, the one he assumed when dressing down an intern for shoddy research. “Lily, get back here. Now.”
Lily bit her lip, then dropped her hands. She eyed him with trepidation. Not because she feared him. Brent was never harsh. But because she hated disappointing him. Too late again, she realized she’d acted rashly. Would she ever learn patience? To let things happen in their own time?
As always, she’d seen a problem and rushed to solve it. It had seemed a simple plan. An ambush, really. He’d been staying later and later at work over the past weeks. And if she didn’t know he had a deep streak of integrity running through his core, she might have assumed he was having an affair. But she knew him. She used to work for him. She’d seen how deeply he could sink into a case to the exclusion of everything else. She’d just never thought she’d be shunted to the side for so long.
Tonight, she’d decided to give him a wakeup call. Remind him that he wasn’t alone. That he had responsibilities at home to consider.
Only now, she felt foolish. Desperate. Tears burned her eyes, but she lifted her chin, refusing to let her humiliation make her cower. She dropped her arms.
Brent strode toward her, his expression neutral. His firm lips tight and crimped. When he stood in front of her, he snagged her wrist and pulled her across the threshold, then shoved the door to close it.
He towered over her despite the heels—the only item of clothing she’d worn this night besides her abandoned coat. His gaze swept her again, but this time, she noted the flare of his nostrils. Did he catch the scent perfume he’d gifted her with last Christmas?
After she’d opened the gift, he’d held out his hand for the bottle, then tilted it to wet his finger. He’d traced a path downward, between her breasts. That had been the last time they’d gotten wild and reckless together. Since then, sex had been perfunctory, an afterthought once they fell into the bed at night.
His intense gaze bored into hers. His pupils expanded, darkening his eyes.
Her own body reacted in opposition to the tension rolling off him—liquefying, melting toward him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I thought you were alone.”
He didn’t answer, but lifted one hand, palm up, and cupped a breast. His thumb flicked the tight, pearled tip. “Lou’ll be discreet, but what would you have done if I’d had the whole team in here?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Given you a lap dance?”
He snorted. “Lily, have I been neglectful?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“I’ve missed you, Brent.”
“I’m home every night.”
“You’re there, but…you’re not.”
His jaw tightened. He dropped his hand and stepped back.
Damn, was he really that angry with her, that disappointed that he’d reject her now? Lily blinked and lifted her chin, feigning pride when it lay in tatters all around her. “I’ll go home. I apologize again.”
“Did I say that you could leave?”
I’m am thrilled to learn about your Stoke books I had no idea I will put them on my TBB list. Being that I love my print books
I love both these volumes, but one of my favorite short stories that you wrote is “Dreaming by the Sea”. Any chance that you are going to expand this story? I really enjoyed it! 😀
Laura! They aren’t in print! They are currently only available in downloadable version. But now you’ve given me an idea. I really should bundle the first two books into a print version.
Dreaming by the Sea. I hadn’t thought about that Karen. Fantasy is such a hard sell. And it’s only love that keeps me writing paranormal. But I will think about that. It was a very sexy story, and I think seeing them in their ocean home would be fun.
Loved the excerpt looking forward to more. Thanks for sharing.
I loved the excerpt and hope you decide to put both books in print firstname.lastname@example.org.
No need to include me! This was a great collection!!!
Love short stories, they wet my appetite for the longer versions. Great excerpt. Love your reads.
Im intrigued, and teased…want more! 😉
ohhhhh….love the excerpt……want to read more!!! 😉
I love your writing. And I do like short stories with a kick to them.
Strokes, Vol.1 has peak my interest. I look forward to reading it.
I like to alternate between full-length novels and shorts, especially when free time is almost non-existent. Would love to read your collection. Thank you for the chance.
Tammy! Thanks for dropping in.
Toni! Thank you. And yes, I’ve added the print project to my list of things to do this year.
Fedora and Pat! Thanks!!
Marjorie! Then I’ve done job.
Ronnie! Then cross your fingers! And if you don’t win, you know where to buy it. 😆
Tonni! Ah, thank you, ma’am. *humbled*
Eniko! You are very welcome!
Super excerpt, definite would enjoy more. 😉
Congrats on the release of Big Brass Buckle, Delilah 🙂
Great excerpts! I love the teasers & can’t wait for Strokes #3.
oh I have to get this,I love short stories when its getting close to bedtime,otherwise I stay up all night reading lol
Delilah, a quick question which if you would prefer not to answer in the column you can send to me gmail,but I thought Stokes 2 sounded so so good and I have 16 of your books currently and in fact just purchased a set of 3 in paperback the “Darkness” trilogy although if another one comes out I will purchase it,but on the Strokes books do you ever have them on sale? $3.99 for 72 pages which means I would have it finished in about 30 minutes,well if I bought that then I could never have afforded the “Darkness” series and I have 3 other series of yours,but they are full books so I don’t mind the price but the Strokes are something I would LOVE to read but then I couldn’t buy another one of your books for a while which I hate because I am trying to collect most of them,so do you ever have sales?
Suzanne (Comment #15), you’re my winner! Congrats, and I’ll be in touch shortly!