It’s no accident that my very first published book was set in outer space. Desire’s Prisonerwas a labor of love. I think you can tell by reading it. I put everything I love in that story—the wonder of outer space, action, sex, humor. I’d love to write another series set in a galaxy far, far, away…
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Do you love Sci-Fi romance? If so, what flavor of heroes
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Love on the edge of the galaxy…
For Captain Adam Zingh, the mission is simple–acquire one hundred wives for him and his crewmates to help colonize a new planet, far from Dominion rule. Rescuing prisoners from penitentiary in deep space should have been a simple in and out operation. The women would be grateful for a second change at freedom, or so he thought. However, he hadn’t yet encountered the stubborn captain of the prison ship.
When pirates overtake their ship, Evena McClure resists, mindful of her duty to protect the women under her command as well as her impending pardon.
The pirate and the prisoner have only a week to seduce the other side to their will.
A pirate’s parlay has never been so sexy!
Evena seethed, silently condemning her captor to die a tortuously slow death. At her own hands, of course. Her face would be the last thing he saw. He’d cry out for mercy at the end, and she’d laugh. Then she’d stomp on the fingers clinging desperately to the door of the garbage hatch—just before she jettisoned him, and the rest of the refuse, into space.
She clung to that wistful dream when the needling pain began to usher sensation back into her muscles.
She wished the electro-stun had been as effective at numbing the rest of her. How dare he use her own body against herself? Well before her muscles flared back to life, every erogenous zone she possessed had awakened, screaming with awareness.
And he’d known—the bastard! The fingers that had gently twisted the tips of her breast had applied exactly the right amount of pleasure-pain. She’d been unable to hide the telltale signs of her arousal. Heat had flushed in a red-hot wave across her skin, raising goose bumps and constricting her nipples to form nerve-rich points.
When he’d lowered his body over hers to restrain her movement, his weight drew an anguish from her soul she didn’t recognize. She’d felt small and feminine. Helpless. Aroused. Unlike the person she’d made herself into. Her hard-fought independence and confidence in her ability to resist all temptation—gone in an instant of male domination. His immense size had been a blanket of hard, pulsing heat. While overwhelming to her starved senses, his weight had also been strangely comforting. Why in the galaxy did that appeal?
The scent of him had nearly driven her mad. Faint traces of soap mixed with male musk had filled her nostrils with every intake of breath.
The long ridge of his cock had made her feel powerful and weak. Moisture pooled between her thighs. Then he’d ground his cock against her crotch, and the muscles buried inside her belly had contracted, instinctually seeking to draw him deep within.
She hadn’t had a man between her thighs in five years. The first would have to be a ravaging pirate.
Being found subdued by her guard deepened her humiliation, and her cheeks burned hotter. She’d struggled too hard for their respect.
“You can let her go, now.” Mary Grogan wasn’t suggesting. Her tone demanded.
“I don’t think I will. I like this one,” Evena’s pirate replied silkily. “I may keep her for a while.”
An inarticulate gurgle rattled in the back of her throat. Sheer willpower would not return the function of her limbs. She dangled in the pirate’s arms like a boneless rag doll, and she was beginning to feel just as witless.
“What have you done to her?” Mary asked, her voice deepening with anger.
His arm shifted, circling her like a steel band, her breasts resting on his forearm. “This woman’s in no danger. She’s merely stunned. Are you next in command?”
Evena knew by the silence that Mary wore her bulldog expression. The pirate wouldn’t get his answer from her.
“God’s ballocks.” Abruptly, he turned her in his arms, fingers snaking through her hair to bring her face close to his. “Are you all this stubborn?”
Evena could only groan as another wave of pain rolled over her body.
“Darak,” the pirate barked, his gaze never leaving hers.
Footfalls sounded behind her.
“You’re in charge. I’ve got to get this one to a bed,” he said, a speculative gleam in his eyes.
“Ummmm.” Evena groaned, the only audible evidence of her silent scream of protest.
“Organize the men. The women who aren’t quartered must be brought into a common area. I’ll find you there.”
Evena heard a click of heels then footsteps retreating. In a movement that left her head swimming, she suddenly found herself dangling over his shoulder.
“Ladies,” the pirate addressed her guard, “you are to do precisely what my crew orders. No one will be harmed. I’ve business to conduct.”
Following is the monthly wrap-up I sent to my newsletter subscribers. Just a catch-up to let everyone know what’s new and what’s coming.
Thanks to everyone for your well wishes and prayers. The 7-year-old sailed through her second surgery. Her recovery is going to be long and grueling. But she’s in good spirits when she isn’t complaining about boredom (she’s confined to bed, for the foreseeable future).
I’m still trying to catch with everything I’ve let slide. Keep reading. Below, I have reminders of new stories you can pick up now and lovely, tempting covers for what’s coming in August!
Thanks again for your support–especially for your emails and Facebook messages! You lift me up!
A Glance Back At July
SEALs of Summer 3: Military Romance Superbundle~Navy SEAL Style
This includes 11 Navy SEAL stories from top authors in the genre, and includes my story Baby, It’s You!
The term sex object brings to mind a curvaceous starlet on a casting couch or an iconic, bee-stung-lipped beauty being pursued by a powerful, capable man. In Sex Objects, Devlin turns that concept upside down by allowing the woman to objectify a handsome, sensual man, using the concepts of role reversal and power play, but from a female perspective, to create something evocative and fun for the feminine, romance-reader.
A record executive plays hardball with her latest star in “Hush.” In “Taste Test,” a food critic is seduced with a gastronomic feast by a master chef. “Dark Circus” enchants with a story about a circus owner and a young accountant exploring a D/s relationship. A celebutante and her bodyguard get “Slap Happy.” In Devlin’s own “Butled,” a famous writer succumbs to the tender manipulations of her butler. Lush settings and creative cliche-busting will delight readers eager to embrace the passionate and surprising couplings.
These women are masters of their own domain, in charge and proud…capable of using sex for pleasure’s sake…but ultimately succumbing to the pull of desire and love created by the “objects” of their desire…
After a month-long sleep filled with dreams of adark-skinned lover in a glass castle beneath the sand, Captain AndromedaO’Keefe awakens in her suspension chamber to discover her dangerous cargo hasescaped. Worse, naked and at his mercy, she learns her sexy, forbidden dreamsweren’t hers alone.
Khalim Padja of the Raptor Clan has a date witha prison cell. Using his dream-share gift, he invades the wary captain’s dreamsto seduce her. But time is running short to win her heart and his freedom.
Of course, there will be a new Stepbrothers Stepping Out story–but I don’t have a cover yet, because, uh yeah, I haven’t written it yet. I’m trying to narrow down the possible themes. Maybe you can help me… Which of these appeals to you most?
With His Construction Crew With His Wranglers With His Warriors With His Biker Club With His Starship Crew With His Ranger Team
In the meantime, Baby, It’s You, an Uncharted SEALs story, releases August 5th! Before We Kissdoesn’t release until September 20th, but I couldn’t resist sharing the cover with you! (And psst! It’s available for pre-order now!)
Here’s an excerpt from the book, whose cover you’ve been putting together…
I dreamt of him. My dark warrior.
He pulled me from a deep REM cycle with the force of his summons. Now, standing with my toes sinking into heat, I found myself on a ridge of shifting sand—red as Mars and hot as the fury of his gaze. And I was naked. Again.
Rays from an orange sun beat down on my skin. Wind lifted my hair and brushed it against my nipples. Even knowing he was angry, my stomach tightened, and my breasts grew heavy with desire. His hard, golden-eyed gaze raked my body, pinning me like a rabbit between his namesake’s talons. And yet, I yearned to thread my fingers through his long, dark hair and drag his mouth toward mine. He had taught me to crave the taste of his lips.
“I shouldn’t be dreaming,” I said, breathless with anticipation of what new sensual wonder we would explore.
“Are you?” His deep voice rumbled, and yet his lips didn’t move. He stood as still as a pillar, naked as I was. Aroused.
“I must be. How else am I here with you?” Emboldened by the thought that within my dream I was free to explore my fantasy, I reached to touch his face. He didn’t move as I brushed his sun-warmed skin and feathered a light touch over his high cheekbones and sharply defined nose. My fingers paused at his mouth, and then I swept my thumb over his lower lip and pressed inside. The tip of his tongue stroked my finger, and I gasped, imagining its moist heat teasing the hardening points of my breasts.
His expression didn’t change, and his gaze didn’t leave my face as though gauging my responses. The calculating gleam in his golden eyes gave me a moment’s pause.
“If this is a dream, then why don’t you give me what I seek?” he asked. “What harm would there be?”
My hands fell to his shoulders and I kneaded the muscles there, fascinated by his strength. “If I tell you, you won’t call me back to you.”
“Do you think your password is all I desire from you?” His gaze swept over me, scorching me everywhere it paused—my mouth, my breasts, my belly, the juncture of my thighs.
Heat licked at my loins, and my glance fell to his erection. “No, but surrendering to you would give you power.”
“I would not abuse that power any more than I would abuse the gift of your body.” A strong hand lifted my chin. His steady, hypnotic gaze seemed to pull me closer and made me flush with warmth. “Have I caused you pain? Haven’t I fulfilled your fantasies?”
I ignored his questions, knowing my blush colored my face and breasts. He had taught me to find pleasure centers in my body I’d never known existed. “I’ve watched you, while you sleep in your suspension chamber.” The admission was difficult even knowing this wasn’t real—he wasn’t real. Unable to meet his stare while I confessed my intrusive behavior, my gaze dropped to his broad, bronzed shoulders.
“I wondered if your body is as powerful as it appears.” Hesitantly, I smoothed my palms over his warm, lightly furred chest and felt the muscles beneath my hands spasm. “Am I only dreaming your body is this incredibly hard?”
He wasn’t unaffected. His chest rose and fell more quickly now. I was pleased my touch inflamed him as well.
With my hands, I measured the breadth of his shoulders and followed the thickly corded muscles of his arms downward. “You’ve led me, invoking my responses each time we’ve met, but this is my dream. I would know if everything is as hard as it appears.” I noted his hands clenched at his sides, and I smiled up at him. “Will my touch break your control? You’ve teased me, lured me to the edge, and left me wanting. Can you resist me?”
I spread my hands on the defined ridges spanning his taut, narrow waist. Then I glided downward, curving my fingers to rake the silky arrow of hair that broadened to frame his immense manhood.
As I encircled his cock, his head fell back, and his jaw clenched. Feeling powerful, I stepped closer to press my aching breasts to his chest and slide my tongue along the crest of his shoulder. He smelled of exotic incense and warm, musky man. My hands glided up and down on his smooth, hard cock.
Suddenly, with a movement that left me gasping, his hands closed around my waist and he lifted me high. I was exultant. Now, he would come inside me. Now, I would learn the promises his body had hinted at—if only in my dreams. I clutched his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist, and he lowered me, impaling my moist flesh.
I moaned and his mouth curved into a grim smile. His hands shifted to my buttocks—but he held me still, while my vagina dampened in anticipation of a vigorous coupling.
“Why won’t you move?” My body ached for fulfillment, and I tightened my inner muscles around him.
“Your password.” He clenched his teeth. “Give me what I want, and I will finish this.”
The request jarred. But I was so lost in my flaming need, I ignored the warnings clamoring in my mind. “This is my dream, my mind. I command you to take me.”
His eyes narrowed, and his hands were hard, steel bands anchoring me to his hips. “Do you?” His expression challenged me to prove myself.
I faltered, and a prickle of unease crept up my spine to lift the hairs on the back of my neck. Khalim Padja of the Raptor clan, a Tirrekh warrior and the man embedded in my body, was a murderer and a traitor to the Dominion. But what else might he be? Was he somehow making this dream happen?
He’d been brought aboard my small transport ship, a cargo so precious and dangerous the governor of the outlying fortress had refused to hold him long enough for a military transport to arrive. I’d been promised a fortune to deliver him to the Dominion courts, and I’d assured the governor that Khalim’s suspension chamber would hold him safely.
Before I’d slept in my own chamber for the duration of the month-long journey, I’d inspected his, and checked to be certain the sleep inducements would last. But I’d been unable to resist a thorough inspection of his body as he lay inside.
I was a woman who spent too many months alone aboard my ship in deep space, my imagination my only company. And his body was beautiful. What harm would there be to look and stroke my hands over his still flesh?
And I had, much to my shame.
But this dream was too vivid. Even for the elaborate fantasies I often built to while away the days and weeks of my travels. His scent, his warm skin, his hard hands. His cock that stretched me—achingly.
“I’m not dreaming, am I?” I asked, afraid of the answer and his knowing smile, and ashamed of my body’s creamy response. My lips trembled, and his gaze fell to my mouth. I closed my eyes.
Summer has officially started for the Devlin family! School let out yesterday. We’re overrun with kids. The pool is finally warm enough to truly enjoy (and the lime green algae is gone!). Now’s the time I have to establish rules about when I can be interrupted… Yeah, not going to happen, but I have soooo many projects I’m working on, I may just go nuts. But it’s a happy problem to have. I’ll be trying to come up with “projects” to keep them all from being bored. Of course, there will be crafting going on—painting rocks, beading bracelets, painting masterpieces for the fridge and wall (hopefully not painted on the walls)… If you have ideas for things to do, please pass those suggestions along!
In the meantime, I wanted to let you know that the last of the Planet Desire trilogy is out! Planet Desire finds the pirates finally living in paradise. I hope you enjoy it!
This next week, I’ll start on a new Stepbrothers Stepping Out story, and I’m running a poll on my blog to find out what flavor of adventure you want me to write next. If you’d like to cast your vote, please head here: Delilah’s Stepbrothers Stepping Out Poll
I’d love to get you started on your Planet Desire journey. I’ll pick three commenters—three winners—to receive one of the prequel stories to Planet Desire!
Love in a brave, new world…
Pirates have entered a pact to set down roots, self-govern without Dominion interference, and raise families on an uninhabited planet at the edge of the known universe. When one pirate grows restless in paradise, it takes two very clever women to help him realize his greatest adventure still awaits…
I’m writing this late Friday night. A family emergency may be calling me away from my desk tomorrow, so I thought I’d go ahead and knock this out. And because it’s so late, I’m yawning as I’m typing. I guess I shouldn’t say that because it might be like that reflexive yawn—you know, someone yawns, everyone yawns…yawning again.
Anyways, this next week is going to be crazy busy for me. Besides the usual helping out with my dd’s kids, trying to get the green grunge out of the pool, and doing my best to turn my gaze away from my craft table…(yawn)…I’ll be polishing up the last of the Planet Desire trilogy books, aptly named Planet Desire! The plan is to have it done, formatted, and ready for you to download by Friday. That’s the plan anyway.
I’ll also be working on edits for another author and trying to pound out the final three chapters of a new SEAL story. Wish me luck!
I’m pretty sure I have a couple of recent contests still in limbo. If you scroll down this page and find them, it’s not too late to enter! And because you’ve been patient, I’ll offer TWO COMMENTERS a chance to win a download of either Desire’s Prisoner, Desire’s Slave or my latest Cowboy on the Edge story, Cain’s Law.
Coming Next Week
Thanks to everyone who purchased their copy of Rogues! We’re all excited that this anthology is out! Readers are excited too!
Here’s what a few of them had to say…
“Perfect Summer Reading!… Delilah Devlin has masterfully collected a group of stories with twists and turns on the handsome-rogue-and-damsel-in-distress theme…”
“…an awesome set of short stories with so much excitement, laughs and thrills…”
Rogues! With fourteen stories sure to satisfy the reader who craves that ultimate bad boy, prepare to have your heart stolen!
And be sure to drop by my Collections website to see what’s happening there. Right now, there are prizes to be won, and soon there will be more announcements about fun things coming soon!
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Doctor
I’m thrilled this story is doing so well! As of this writing, it’s still holding strong at #1 on Amazon’s short romances list!
Thanks to everyone who bought a copy. With His Doctor is also just $0.99 and FREE for Kindle Unlimited subscribers! And remember, there are five stepbrother stories before this one—not that you have to read them in order. They are each a standalone story!
She’s in luck! The doctor’s in…
With the ink barely dry on their D/s contract, big brother’s ready to introduce Sasha to a very special friend…
UPDATE: Amazon completed publishing the corrected version of the book!
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Dear Readers and Friends,
You know when you have so many balls you’re juggling in the air that something has to drop. Well…I dropped a ball. First, my apologies. Next, let me explain.
I accidentally uploaded an in-progress version of Desire’s Slave to Kindle. I didn’t notice it was the wrong version, which still had some errors, until it was too late to fix. Amazon is on it, but they could take days! I uploaded the corrected, final version late last night, and am waiting for it to go live, but again, that could take a while, too!
In the meantime, I’d like to fix this for you. If you pre-ordered the book, or even if you want to order it now, take a look at your story. You will know you have the unfinished version if there is nothing past the last sentence of the story–NOT the About the Author page, NOT a pic of the story that is coming, Planet Desire, and NOT promo for my Cowboys on the Edge series. If you don’t see any of that, you know you have the bad version!
Send me a copy of your receipt for purchase, and I will email you the correct version. Problem solved. And for your trouble, you can choose a short story from my short stories page, and I will send that along as well–my gift to you.
And if you do happen to get the right version, send me a receipt and your free short story choice anyway, because hey, you had to read this!
So, don’t let my snafu stop you from picking up your own copy of the story. Be warned! Desire’s Slave is a sex-fest! So, if you’re not into gratuitous, copious sex between two very highly sexual people, you can skip it! But if you like pure fantasy, set on a planet far, far away, you might just have a blast with this one!
Love on the edge of the galaxy…
After a fellow convict is murdered on her watch, Calandra Jones escapes the ship of the pirates who liberated the convicts, determined to make it on her own. She doesn’t need anyone and doesn’t want anyone depending her ever again. Just as she’s attempting to arrange passage on another ship headed for a mining colony, she’s abducted by a handsome trader bent on offering her for sale at a potentate’s auction.
Drago Chavez doesn’t understand Calandra’s opposition to his plan. As a concubine or wife to a powerful man, she would be pampered and influential. No woman he’s ever placed has complained about being sold into the arms of a caring owner. Besides, his acquisition of the rebellious beauty is his entrée into a lucrative and exclusive market.
Calandra considers Drago’s goal nothing short of sexual slavery and vows to seduce the trader into changing his mind about offering her for sale. A sensual storm erupts during their desert odyssey that culminates when Calandra is sold, and Drago must decide whether he trusts their love enough to launch a rescue.
I woke up late today. Slept ’til 9:00! I may be self-employed, but I do try to keep to a schedule. I have an alarm set for 6:30 every day, and the only thing I can think is that I must have woken up in the middle of the night and disabled the thing. I feel as though half my day is gone. Gah!
Today, I HAVE to finish up on the last little revisions of Desire’s Slave, the sequel to Desire’s Prisoner, which releases on Tuesday! I’m cutting it close to the deadline. I know. Bad author! The book is on pre-order, but I do have to warn you—it’s a sex-fest! If you’re not into sex, sex, and more sex—mf, ff, mff stuff—this one’s not for you. But if you like it raw and often and love space pirates and off-world adventures, this should do the trick! 🙂
Thanks to everyone who bought their copy of the Cowboy Justice 12-Pack! We’ve sold oodles! And now’s the time to buy it if you haven’t, because that $0.99 price won’t last long. Twelve stories by some of the most esteemed Western writers in the biz—you know you need it!
It’s also been lovely to see how well my latest Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Team short story (pictured below) is doing! Thank you! Thank you! I love writing those naughty stories, and as long as you like reading them, I will deliver more! It’s up to you. And if you happen to have a hankering (they do still say that around these parts) for some other taboo subject, and would like for me to give it a try, I love hearing your suggestions! I’m easy that way. 😉
Whew! And that’s what’s happening with stories this week. Wish I could say I’ve been super-productive, but I think I have Spring Fever. Any excuse to be outside in the sunshine and I’m out the door. Are you feeling it too? I’ve been trying to get the pool cleaned up. Usually, it’s end of May before I even think about dipping my toes in the water, but we had such a mild winter, and the weather’s already getting warm. I think I might try to brave it before the end of this month, so I’ve been working on getting the green grunge off the bottom of the pool. Be expecting more froggie and floating toy photos…
So, back to the question. And the prize. I’ll give away a small Amazon gift card to one lucky commenter…
Are you in the grips of Spring Fever? Are you working feverishly on cleaning or prettying up your yards, spaces, whatever? I’d love to hear about it!
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