I know you want to learn who won yesterday’s prize, but you’ll have to read to the bottom to find out!

Before I remind you why you should give Saddled a try, let me do my thing and catch you up.

I wrote like a demon through Monday, and really thought I’d finish up that sexy little contemporary this week, but I’m not happy with the opening. So, I stopped dead in my tracks and took a step back so that I can get some perspective on the story. I think the problem is the pacing, and maybe it’s feeling a little flat emotionally. Anyway, I concentrated instead on the free Rose’s Colored Glasses workshop I’m co-leading with my sister. It’s been a blast so far. When we lead something like this, we’re the ones who come away feeling energized.

I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I go through cycles of insomnia from time to time. Last night I was up until 4 AM. It’s just after one right now and I took a sleeping pill. We’ll see if that does the trick. If this were winter time, I wouldn’t mind so much, but I like hitting the pool before the sun gets too high overhead. Translation: I don’t compensate by sleeping late.

So back to Saddled…

If you haven’t read it yet, and need a little nudge, take a look at what reviewers have been saying:

5 Stars from Just Erotic Romance: “…I couldn’t put this story down! It was danger, betrayal, sexy and fun all rolled together into the perfect erotic romance. The plot was brilliant, and the characters unique…The sexual scenes will make you clamp your knees together and dream of a sexy cowboy or two of your own…”

5 Angels from Fallen Angels Reviews: “…Saddled is scorching hot. Delilah Devlin delivers a powerful punch, both physical and emotional…Ms. Devlin doesn’t just write hot sex, she also gets into her characters’ emotions and pulls the reader in until you’re waiting on the edge of your seat to see what will become of these three when the snow melts…”

4.5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies: “… Delilah Devlin’s storylines never fail to pull readers into the story and SADDLED is no exception…Of course the sex scenes are scorching and adventurous with the perfect blend of emotional turmoil to ensure readers keep Ms. Devlin’s name at the top of their ‘must read’ list.”

Don’t take their word, take a peek…

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She was alone for the first time since her rescue. The telephone lying on a side table just within reach tempted her. But did she really want to call David? Or maybe the rental company instead, to let them know their car was floating down a stream? Only she didn’t want reality to intrude on her little fantasy. Not yet.

Two sexy cowboys had set their minds on providing for her pleasure. Tomorrow, she’d be responsible. Today, she’d play and immerse herself in wanton delight.

Her body ached in interesting places. The muscles of her inner thighs felt tight and stretched. Her belly burned as though she’d done a hundred sit ups. Her skin felt as though a loofah had reinvigorated her surface, made her more sensitive to touch, flushed with heat—she thought the next time one of them smoothed his callused palm over her she might come from just a simple caress.

She tried hard not to think about the raw, wet state of her pussy. It pulsed and quivered, the sensations growing as footsteps climbed onto the porch outside the door, drawing nearer.

Would they be able to see the arousal slowly consuming her when they looked at her?

The front door opened and cold wind swept inside. Bobby and Cale entered, dropping the old-fashioned wooden latch to close them in. Their coats and legs were covered in snow, and they shed the jackets and boots next to the door and bent to brush away the snow clinging to their legs before walking deeper into the room.

Both their gazes honed in on her.

She lifted her cup and drank deeply, eyeing them over the rim.

“Warm enough in here?” Bobby asked, his voice sliding into a roughened purr.

Setting aside the cup, she wrapped her arms around her middle, just beneath her breasts to plump them up. “All cozy,” she murmured.

Cale glanced at the couch and the fire and then walked stiffly toward the hearth, kneeling to open the fireguard and add another log.

Bobby showed no indecision, coming to the couch and easing down beside her, his long legs stretched in front of him. He cupped her knee and gave it a squeeze.

He locked his gaze with hers and then reached for the tie at her waist and opened it with a tug.

Then his cold hand slipped inside and cupped her breast.

Her breath gasped.

His lips curved. “Can’t think of a better way to warm up.”

Cale glanced over his shoulder, his gaze dropping to where Bobby’s hand had disappeared inside the robe. “Seems a shame to waste a fire,” he said softly.

“It’s plenty warm in here,” Kate agreed, licking her lips, because she knew from the tension radiating from Cale’s frame and the shortening breaths from Bobby beside her, that the boys had decided it was time to play again.

Cale rose swiftly and began to peel his clothing off. Bobby pulled his hand free from her robe and sat forward, scraping his sweater and T-shirt over his head and tossing them away. Then he leaned back again to unbutton his jeans.

She couldn’t help staring at the vee of bronze skin he exposed as he slowly opened his pants. When his hand rooted inside and drew out his cock, she licked her lips.

“Damn, girl, don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Make me want that mouth.”

She blinked, her cheeks flushing. He’d read her mind. She unfolded her legs and stood. Shrugging out of the robe, she let it puddle on the floor behind her and reached for a pillow on the sofa before walking slowly toward the fire.

Cale inhaled sharply, his hand gliding it up and down his shaft.

She turned away from the fire, dropped the pillow and knelt on it, bending her head to wait. Her pose was as submissive as she could manage since she’d taken up the reins. She knew the men sent each other silent messages above her head. And still she waited.

Bobby stood and shucked his jeans, then walked closer, standing beside her. Cale came around her. Now, both men stood side by side.
With the fire warming her backside, she waited until they both gripped their cocks and slid them alongside her cheeks.

She tilted her head, letting her eyelids drop and opened her mouth. The men guided the tips toward it, one rimming her lips, then the other.

Taking their silent direction, she reached up and gripped both sleek shafts in her hands and stuck out her tongue to glaze one head, then the other, as she slowly pumped her fists along their thick, hot cocks.

“Dayum,” Cale whispered as his fingers sank into her hair, tugging hard to bring her closer.

Kate smiled, drawing in a deep breath, inhaling their mixed musks, rubbing her lips and tongues over them, alternating as she teased them both.

Then she followed Cale’s insistent tugs and sank on his cock, pumping her hand harder on Bobby’s as she bobbed forward, taking Cale’s cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling and lapping along his shaft as it pressed over her tongue and deeper.

She backed away and turned to do the same to Bobby’s, wetting his shaft and using the moisture to glide her hands freely up and down Cale’s and Bobby’s hard rods.

Her body shivered, not from the cold, but from the heady power she wielded over two virile men who patiently waited while she plied them both with succulent kisses and sucked on cocks that filled and stretched.

Both long, hard shafts expanded, skin tightening, feeling like warm satin sliding inside her mouth.

And then her hunger consumed her and she settled her cunt over one heel and rode it, while her mouth drew harder, greedy for the strokes they delivered, one after the other into her fists, into her mouth.

When she grew breathless, she pulled away, and rested her cheek against Cale’s thigh, dragging in deep breaths.

His hand caressed her head and then tilted it back.

She opened her eyes and stared up at him. “Please,” she said, not really sure what she wanted, but needing relief from her own rising arousal.

Cale’s glance touched on Bobby, who nodded, a slow, tight smile splitting his face.

Bobby pulled her hands from their cocks, and Cale knelt, then stretched out on the rug in front of the hearth, raising his cock perpendicular from his body.

A condom landed on his chest. Cale quickly ripped the packet with his teeth and the rolled down the latex circle.

She knew what they wanted and accepted Bobby’s hand on her elbow as she half rose and straddled Cale’s body, sinking down on the cock he fit to her entrance. As her pussy consumed it in a steady rush of shallow pumps, she forgot about Bobby, using her thighs gripping Cale’s narrow hips to raise and lower herself.

She forgot Bobby until a hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pushing her down to lie across Cale’s chest.

Cale’s hand cupped her head and drew her closer for a hard hot kiss that left her breathing hard.

Something slender and cold slipped into her asshole, and she moaned into Cale’s mouth. Slippery gel flooded her back entrance, then wicked fingers spread it around the opening, a finger tip prodding then sinking into her ass to swirl and stretch the entrance.

She’d stopped moving on the cock her pussy had swallowed, stopped moving her lips against Cale’s, breathing into his mouth as she hung above him, waiting…for the nudge of Bobby’s blunt cockhead, rubbing and prodding her opening, then pushing.

Her head jerked back and air hissed between her teeth. Cale slid his hands between their bodies and palmed her breasts, massaging and molding them, exciting her enough that she relaxed the muscles resisting Bobby’s invasion and he slid inside.

“Godohgodohgod…” she groaned.

“Hold onto Cale,” Bobby said, whispering into her ear.

Her hands braced against Cale’s shoulders and she hunched over him, trying to lift her bottom into Bobby’s strokes without losing an inch of Cale’s thick cock.

But she couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but let Bobby’s thrusts, teasing little forays that did more to frustrate than appease her arousal, move her forward and back, dragging her on Cale’s cock.

Hot color filled Cale’s cheeks, his mouth puckered around tense little puffs of air.

“Do you feel him?” she whispered.

Cale’s eyelids drifted down, his green eyes locking with her gaze. “I feel him. I feel you squeezing around me. So goddamn tight. I gotta move.”

“You can’t,” she yelped, just as Bobby thrust harder, deeper, his hands closing on the notches of her hips as he rode her, his strokes quickening.

“Goddamn tight,” Bobby rasped. “You’re chewin’ up my dick.”

“Do you need to stop?” she asked, her voice thinning to a soft wail.

“God no. Just don’t move. Neither of you. I’m gonna come quick.” He stroked again, a quick in and out. His fingers clutched her harder. “Oh fuck.”

And then he was powering into her, jerking her on Cale’s cock. The fullness in her pussy and her ass, the heat from the friction building against both inner walls, was too much.

Her body shuddered, her thighs tightened on Cale then loosened as she crammed her clit downward against the crinkly hairs at the base of his cock. It was just enough to excite her clit, just enough to send her over the edge.

She slammed forward and back, taking Cale and Bobby, ignoring the grinding grunts behind her and the desperate gasps from below.

Her body was on fire, her mind exploding as tension deep inside her core released in a powerful orgasm that left her shivering and shaking between them.

When she calmed, Bobby lay draped over her back. Cale’s hands petted her hair, his fingers dragging slowly through it. His cock was still rigid. Bobby’s was quickly flagging.

“Anytime you’re ready, buddy,” Cale said between gritted teeth.

“Right. Sorry,” Bobby mumbled tiredly, then slowly pulled out.

When he’d moved away, Cale pushed at her shoulders. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

Guess I’ve made you suffer long enough ( ), yesterday’s winner of a free download of The Pleasure Bot is (by random number generator)…Fedora!