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Sexy Standalone Love! (Contest — Three Winners!)
Saturday, February 1st, 2020

UPDATE: The winners are… Delaine McLafferty, Misty Dawn Cecil, and Elaine Swinney!
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Besides my series, I have written some very sexy standalone stories, too! I forget about them because I’m so busy trying to keep up with series, but I shouldn’t. In fact, I should go back and look at my workplan, because I deserve to write something completely fun and one-off!

If you haven’t read the books below, now’s your time to peruse, and I’m including an excerpt from one of them so you can sample some of the fun. Several of them are menage stories, so if that’s your thing, be sure to check them out!

Contest

For a chance to win your choice of one of the books below,
tell me your weekend plans!

Hot SEAL, New Orleans Nights Handymen Jane's Wild Weekend
Raw Silk Begging For It Fun with Dick and Jane
Bad, Bad Girlfriend Saddled Ride a Texas Cowboy

Click on any cover to learn more about the story!

Excerpt from Handy Men…

The impulse came like a flash of lightning—hot and searing—all the way to the bone. An idea born of a need she hadn’t felt in a long, long time…and inspired by one red-hot handyman in butt-hugging jeans and a snug T-shirt.

The man fired the militant gleam in her eyes as she brushed bronzing powder across her cheeks and swiped carmine “eat me” red lip stain across her mouth.

She didn’t give herself time to rethink the decision, reaching for the phone before her usual, cautious self reasserted control. No more couch potato cry-ins for her. No more self-imposed exclusion while she figured out what to do with the rest of her life. Today, a new Pamela Dwyer was reaching for the goddamn gusto.

The anger felt good. Especially after the shock she’d received moments ago when she’d surfed the internet for the latest gossip about her ex.

One glance at Andrew’s Facebook page, and Pamela’s confusion over what the hell had happened to her life dried up. He’d blocked her from his page, but his profile picture had been changed from Andrew’s handsome, craggy face to the soft innocence of his newborn son’s.

The picture said it all. And no doubt every one of their friends here in Austin, who’d rallied around her when he’d left, would now pour out their congratulations to him, while privately agreeing he’d done the only thing he could do to be happy.

Tears had stung her eyes, but she’d refused to let them fall. Instead, she’d blinked them away, closed out the screen and glanced through the blinds at her immaculate lawn. The perfect lawn and landscaping to surround the perfectly appointed house she’d won in the divorce settlement.

But back to that lightning strike…

Across the street, a man had stood atop a ladder while he fished leaves from old Mr. Johnson’s gutters. It wasn’t the fact the old man had spent money to hire someone to do odd jobs around his place that caught her attention, although that was plenty unusual all by itself. It was the way the sunlight glinted on the younger man’s hair. Glints of gold she could see from over thirty feet away. And once her attention was snagged by that halo-like glow, her gaze couldn’t help but trail down the long, lean, buff lines of his healthy frame.

From the back, the man was perfection. Then he’d turned to the side, no doubt to say something to Mr. Johnson who hovered at the bottom of the ladder. The old skinflint would supervise the handyman to make sure he got every nickel’s worth of his money. However, not a hint of irritation showed in the handyman’s expression. His smile had been quick—a flash of white teeth against a tanned face.

Pamela had breathed deeply, enjoying the surge of heat flowing through her veins. So much better than the cold, hollow feeling in her womb. Arousal had bloomed, fresh and unexpected, washing over her, lapping away the disappointment. Leaving her…expectant. Feeling younger than her thirty-eight years.
There were times in a woman’s life when she had to grab the bull by the horns or she’d never taste passion again. Pamela decided then and there that her time was now.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell chimed.

Christ, do I really have the guts? She’d had twenty minutes to get icy cold feet.

She held her hand in front of her face and blew against her palm then sniffed. Mouthwash still works.

Before opening her door, Pamela bent over, shook her head then straightened, giving her straight blonde hair an extra fluff. She pasted on a smile—not too wide or eager—one she’d practiced in front of the bathroom mirror to make sure it reflected just the right amount of casual interest. She didn’t want to scare him away. At least not before she had a chance to practice being a femme fatale.

However, after opening the door, her smile faltered just a bit. Up close, the repairman was more of a rangy lion than a bull, and even more attractive than her secretive glances through the blinds had revealed. Thickly muscled arms and a broad chest stretching a green Handy Men tee filled her vision.

Maybe she should have targeted someone more in her league—and at least fifteen years older. However, when she’d seen him working on the rain gutters of her neighbor’s house and watched the way he moved gracefully up and down the ladder, a plan had begun to form. One she was too invested in to back out of now.

“Your neighbor said you were havin’ trouble with a garbage disposal?”

Good Lord, his voice was deep and sinful. Her greedy glance shot up to meet his, and she noted the crinkles of amusement at the sides of his eyes. Blue eyes with golden coronas around the pupils. Yum.

Realizing her mouth hung open, she snapped her jaw closed. “Uh, yes. Trouble with the disposal. That’s why you’re here.”

It was the truth, so she didn’t stutter over it. However, she didn’t mention she’d thrown a handful of screws into the sink to make sure the old disposal seized. Her plan to lure him into her house was working like a charm. She wished her ex could see her now. Plain Pam, reliable Pam, boring, defective Pam had a few tricks left.

“I’m Jeff McCaffrey,” he said, and held out his hand.

Blowing out a little breath to release her tension, she gave him her hand and shook. “Pamela,” she said quickly.

His palms were callused and large. She slid her hand slowly from his, enjoying the scrape. Even if things didn’t work out, she’d have plenty of sensory details to savor later to go along with the lovely picture he made.

“Um…” He lifted the toolbox with a flex of impressive biceps and raised his eyebrows.

It took a second to register that he needed her to move away from the door. Feeling flustered, she stood back and waved him inside. She closed the door behind him and followed eagerly on his heels into the hallway.

He halted abruptly.

Unable to stop her forward momentum, Pamela held out her hands to brace herself—and cupped his ass.

His head swiveled to glance back at her, a slight, dazed smile curving his mouth.

She paused a second too long before removing them, but it was his own damn fault. His ass was too much temptation for her to resist a little squeeze. “Sorry about that,” she muttered, palms and face burning. Lord, she was thirty-eight, and he had her blushing like a teenager. Her flirting skills were woefully rusty.

He cleared his throat and pointed toward the door on the left. “The kitchen?”

“Yeah,” she said, sounding a little winded, but her fingers tingled and her skin felt on fire. She hadn’t wanted to come on to the younger man like a cougar in heat, but he was fine-fine-fine.

He swung open the door and walked to the counter, where he set his toolbox beside the sink. “What sort of noises was it makin’?”

“Crunchy?”

“Crunchy?” His lips twitched.

She shrugged. He was the “Mr. Fix-It”. He’d figure out soon enough what the problem was. Maybe he’d think the screws in the disposal had gotten there by accident.

He reached beneath the cabinet next to the sink and flipped the switch.

Metallic grating made her wince. The poor thing ground worse than her ex’s teeth.

Without looking back, he said, “Don’t touch the switch. I don’t have my tongs, so I’m gonna stick my hand down there to see what’s happenin’.”

In his hand went, and he turned slightly to the side, his gaze meeting hers while a frown drew his honey-brown brows together. When he pulled free, he held a screw. “Wonder how that happened?” he drawled.

She grinned brightly. “Serendipity?”

“Wha—?”

So maybe not a brain surgeon, or even much of a reader, but the calculated stare he returned told her he wasn’t stupid. He pulled out another and laid it on the countertop, and then another. “Somethin’ you wanna tell me, Pamela?”

17 comments to “Sexy Standalone Love! (Contest — Three Winners!)”

  1. Confused
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 9:43 am · Link

    Thank you so much for a chance
    If only i was with u id be having a ball
    Nothing fancy amazing and exciting like yours and yours truly
    ❤♥️💖🥰



  2. emily k dickson
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 9:47 am · Link

    Just some cleaning this weekend. No big plans at all.



  3. Delaine McLafferty
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 10:05 am · Link

    No major plans this weekend, watching mom and then tomorrow we will watch the superbowl.



  4. Joy Boutwell
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 10:22 am · Link

    I guess I’ll be reading and catching up on books since it is pouring down rain.



  5. Christine
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 10:38 am · Link

    I am working all weekend. I will miss watching Super Bowl.



  6. Laura
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 11:10 am · Link

    Nothing. I need to grocery shop but I have no ambition to leave the house.



  7. Colleen C.
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 12:22 pm · Link

    Reading and watching The Puppy Bowl



  8. Elaine Swinney
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 12:43 pm · Link

    We are celebrating our son’s 42 birthday which is Monday. He is coming to our house with his daughter and fiancée. We will take them out to dinner. I will be reading after everyone else goes to bed.



  9. bn100
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 3:20 pm · Link

    watch the Super Bowl



  10. ButtonsMom2003
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 3:36 pm · Link

    Nothing special this weekend. Just the usual Saturday game night at our park clubhouse and Sunday should be a nice relaxing day.

    I have all of the books shown above except Hot SEAL New Orleans Nights – missed that one somehow.



  11. Pansy Petal
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 7:20 pm · Link

    My annual “Superbowl” pot of bean soup is simmering in the slow cooker. I no longer host a Superbowl party, but I still like having the soup, especially on these cold winter days. So, bean soup and good books. (No, I won’t be watching the game either. I don’t have commercial TV and they won’t let me stream it live. Besides, not a fan of the teams playing anyway.)



  12. Misty Dawn Cecil
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 7:56 pm · Link

    I went to a funeral for a very dear friend today and tomorrow I am going to have a quite day to just remember him.



  13. Jennifer Beyer
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 9:15 pm · Link

    My dog had back surgery so I’m sitting with her all weekend.



  14. BookLady
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    · February 1st, 2020 at 10:50 pm · Link

    I will be watching the Puppy Bowl and the Super Bowl this weekend.



  15. Debra K Guyette
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    · February 2nd, 2020 at 7:21 am · Link

    I am going to a Super Bowl party.



  16. Debra Shutters
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    · February 2nd, 2020 at 2:21 pm · Link

    Cleaning house then reading 🙂



  17. Delilah
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    · February 7th, 2020 at 8:46 am · Link

    Thanks for sharing everybody! So many watching the Super Bowl! I at least watched the ads. 🙂

    The random number generator selected the following three winners. Winners, choose a standalone title from the ones offered in this post, and email me at delilah@delilahdevlin.com with your choice!

    The winners are…
    #3 — Delaine McLafferty
    #12 — Misty Dawn Cecil
    #8 — Elaine Swinney



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