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I cleaned out my book files the other day because I couldn’t find anything in the jumble. I organized them by publishers (13), and then numbered the files by release date. When I’d finished, I discovered I’ve published 53 stories since late 2003! I thought it might be fun to drag out an old story once a week and give you a snippet to remind you of something you’ve enjoyed, or entice you to go find it and add it to your collection!

Lion in the Shadows was one of the most enjoyable books I’ve written. I loved the research—who wouldn’t when you get to talk to firemen about exciting rescues! It pushed boundaries. There wasn’t a lot of interspecies sex scenes when this came out. The heroine was very flawed; the hero very much in love from the start, but frustrated because she wouldn’t let him help her. Anyway, enjoy the scene, and if you lust for more, here’s the link (forgive me for the cheesy cover!): Lion in the Shadows

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From Novelspot: “This book is a great read about accepting love and closing the past…In LION IN THE SHADOWS, Delilah Devlin will once again leave you starving for more. She creates characters that are easy to fall in love with, such as Rafe, a man that keeps his promises no matter what the circumstances.”

FRom eCataRomance: “…a wickedly erotic and chillingly spooky tale of determined love, restless souls, and supernatural possessions. Heart tuggingly romantic and eerie at the same time, it will quickly become a favorite…”

When a teen dies inside an unexplored cave, it’s Lani Kimmel’s job to bring him out. This is not a pleasant job, but one she can handle as a member of the local fire department and an expert in cave rescues. But the trek into the cave awakens a creature that will push this no-nonsense woman’s boundaries of belief and test her newly emerging love for one man.

Rafe Chavez, the new sheriff in this small Texas town, has already staked a claim on Lani. He’s a man with a goal in his sights, and he’s not letting anything get in his way—until he dreams about an Indian brave who died in that unexplored cave, savaged by a mountain lion. When his dreams cross into reality, Rafe realizes he may be possessed by the Indian’s spirit—but the spirit isn’t alone and it wants Lani.

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A noise from beside the bed woke Lani from a deep, dreamless sleep. It came from the end of her bed—a scratching sound on the hardwood floor, like the scrape of claws accompanied by muffled footfalls. She reached for Rafe lying beside her to warn him, but he wasn’t there. The bedding was cool to her touch—he’d left her some time ago.

She was alone with sunlight streaming through her curtains, and a wild creature paced at the foot of her bed. Then a purring, deep and resonant with each exhalation, rose from the floor, and before she could let out a startled cry, the creature leapt onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath its weight.

The lion! The same one she’d faced on the ledge inside the cave—she was sure of it. It didn’t make sense. Suddenly, she understood.

This is a dream—this isn’t really happening!

She relaxed fractionally. The cat leaned down to sniff the bedding wound around her legs. This close, she noted the coarseness of its golden-beige fur, the black smudges that topped each of the hooded claws, the dark markings that transformed its face into a sinister mask.

Even knowing it was just a dream, terror clamored for her to move, to flee, but her body was paralyzed for the moment. She whimpered deep inside her throat, and the cat’s head jerked up.

For a moment, its face shimmered and reshaped into that of a man—his expression no less feral. His long black-brown hair framed a well-tanned face. His features declared him an Indian—high, sharp cheekbones, a broad nose with a slight hook, a straight slash of copper lips, eyes so dark the pupils were indistinguishable from the irises.

Then as quickly as the vision had formed, the face was once again the lion’s, the white tips of its fangs visible below the line of its upper lip.

The purring grew louder, echoing around the walls and the ceiling of her bedroom, until the vibration made her body tremble.

Perhaps, if she held very still, it would lose interest and leave—or better, she could wake from this nightmare. But neither happened. The cat sniffed at her, following the line of her legs beneath the sheet until it reached the edge tucked around her hips.

His hot breath fanned over her skin, and Lani gasped at the sensual quickening that gripped her body. His tongue flickered out, raspy and wide, to lap the top of her hip.

Her breath caught on a ragged hitch. She closed her eyes and fought her body’s instant reaction. But heat curled in her belly, releasing a wash of desire that flooded her pussy. Her nipples beaded, tight and aching.

This is a dream. Just a dream! That was all she could think to explain her physical reactions.

Her legs moved restlessly, opening against her will, and the cat shifted, stepping in between.

Then fingers dragged down the sheet, grazing her skin, to expose her glazed and pulsing sex.

Lani’s eyes shot open. The Indian knelt between her legs now, both hands coming up the inside of her thighs. His fingers spread open the folds of her pussy, and he stared at her glistening flesh.

She moaned a protest, but only the softest whimper escaped her mouth.

He bent over her and lapped at her exposed cunt, his tongue as raspy and hot as the cat’s. The purring started again from deep inside the man and vibrated on her flesh. His tongue tunneled into her, drinking her desire.

No! she screamed inside her mind, but her body was already undulating, her knees coming up and splaying wide, encouraging him to delve deeper into her body. Rafe! she cried inside, but she couldn’t resist the heat at her core that made her body tremble and writhe uncontrollably.

While his cat’s tongue lapped and scraped, the Indian moved his hands beneath her to cup her bottom. They were rough with calluses, and his grip was strong. Another gush of desire seeped from her to meet his tongue and trickle lower.

Lani lifted her legs high, and her feet came off the bed. Her hips tilted to capture the fullness of his caresses.

With a final lap deep into her cunt, he withdrew and licked and nibbled at her pussy, sucking her lips into his mouth, chewing gently, until she jerked on the bed, so close to exploding she was mindless with desire. Then his tongue swept lower, and Lani mewled, her whole body shaking.

He circled her asshole, the odd sandpaper texture only heightening the excitement that threatened to devour her. When his fingers pressed on either side of her anus to open her ever so slightly, she sobbed. His raspy tongue dipped into her again and again, and her head thrashed on the pillows.

Her hands crept between her legs, and her fingers threaded through his long hair, clutching him closer.

A snarl startled her, and she found herself flipped onto her belly. His calloused hands encircled her to pull up her hips, and suddenly his thick cock drove deep into her pussy.

Frightened yet exhilarated, Lani felt the stirring of an orgasm burst over her, unwinding at her core as he pounded, fast and hard behind her, thrusting deep into her body. She rose on her hands, her back arching, and she pumped backward to meet his strokes.

This is a dream—only a dream, she said to herself. But God, please don’t let it stop! He rocked against her bottom, hammering furiously, scooting her up the bed with the force of his strokes. His hands settled on her hips and squeezed hard.

Moans tore from her throat, deep and guttural, punctuated by gusts each time he thrust deep. Sweat beaded on her skin and eased the gliding motion of their bodies as they moved together.

As the tension in her belly wound tight once more, he came over her, his body blanketing her back, his hands sliding around her belly and down to the juncture of her thighs to tug and massage her pussy.

He nuzzled her neck, and she arched, rubbing her head and the side of her face against him. His body was hard, his skin hot as a furnace. He was burning her alive.

Then she felt the scrape of teeth at the back of her neck—long, sharp teeth that widened and clamped down. And his body was changing again, his slick flesh sprouting fur that chaffed erotically against her bottom and back.

He was becoming the cat! But Lani was past the point of caring. Her vagina convulsed around his cock, rippling, milking his sex—her channel so engorged and drenched, it suctioned on him, pulling him deeper.

The snarling grew louder as their bodies writhed together. With the first hot spurt of his cum, Lani shattered, gasping for breath, trembling with each roiling convulsion of her cunt. When the throbbing dulled, she collapsed onto the bed, shuddering.

Drugged with passion, her eyes closed.

“Sweetheart,” Rafe’s voice murmured against her hair. His arms wrapped around her tightly, pulling her close to cradle her hips, his cock still snuggled deep inside her body.

Lani had a last confused thought before she slept. Just when had her dream become reality?