I’m at Sia McKye’s blog “Over Coffee” and would love for you to drop by and say hello! I’m talking about when inspiration strikes.

I’ll get back to the rock. Promise.

This past week I pounded out two chapters on the sexy, as yet unnamed, ménage and wrote a 13-page fairytale called The Obedient Wife, which I submitted for a call for submission. I’ll let you know how that goes. I spent two 14-hour days in front of the computer Thursday and Friday because I didn’t want to slide on either of my goals. And I’m feeling it today—I woke up with back and neck aches and my right hand feels like someone stomped on it. I know, cry me a river.

Friday night was my monthly FAR Live Chat. Thanks to everyone who came. And congrats to Amy and Cathie on their prize wins!

Yesterday, I attended the Diamond State Romance Authors monthly meeting in Little Rock. We’ve got a slate of officers for 2010, and I’m nominated again to be Program Chair. If anyone has ideas for a dynamic topic I can add to the schedule for next year’s meetings, I’d appreciate it, because the well done dried up.

Sis came down for the meeting and followed me home for the night. We spent an hour and a half in the pool where she regaled me with her favorite Jeff Dunham routines. Had to finally get out of the water because one more joke and I would have had to add more chlorine.

This next week, it’s more writing, and I really do need to do a little shopping for the trip I’m taking September 1st. I’ll be heading to Seattle to a retreat on a lake with six writer buddies. Squee! And the 5-year-old starts kindergarden. God, I hope the teacher doesn’t have to send home a note with her on the first day. She told her mother the day before yesterday that when Mom died she’d bring daisies to put on her headstone, but that Mom would have to stick her hand out of the dirt to grab them. Think she might be a “Mini-Me” in the making?

Back to that rock…

I went outside the meeting yesterday (yes, to have a cigarette!) and strolled past the vacant lot next to the library. This bright red rock lay on the flat dirt and gravel and I couldn’t resist hefting it back to the meeting. (Who does that?!) It’s big, my empty coffee cup is pretty large. I don’t know what I want to do with it, but it matches my bedspread.

I’m sneaking out to play with the members of the Diamond State Romance Authors today. While I’m gone I have a question for you to ponder.

If your taste buds could be altered so that the taste of any one food would be dramatically intensified whenever you ate it, which food would you choose?

Just a quick note: Tonight, I’ll be holding a live chat at Fallen Angels Reviews. It’s at 9 PM EST and I will be offering prizes!

I’ll be the first to admit I don’t keep up on what’s the latest of anything. As for movies, I don’t know they’re out there unless someone on Twitter oohs and ahs over it—or it ends up on DVD and Columbia House sends me the announcement.

Yeah, I bought into the Columbia House scam, but I appreciate the service. I don’t have to know what’s hot. They’ll tell me. And I’ve been watching my DVD collection steadily grow. Of course, I need all these movies for genre research (tax deductible that way!).

So, what have I bought lately?

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He sees dead people…and they annoy him.

The logline for Ghost Town was what sold me. And I wasn’t disappointed. Was it the best movie I’ve ever seen? No, but the performances were very good.

Ricky Gervais plays a Manhattan dentist who’s in a people profession, but he doesn’t like people very much. He’s lonely but doesn’t know it. The scene where he’s preparing for his colonoscopy had me in stitches (I could so relate), and the fact he dies when he’s having it done (for seven minutes)—sorry, would you want that in your obituary?!

When he wakes up, he’s seeing ghosts—not scary ghosts, but exceedingly annoying ones. They haunt him, wanting him to help with closure for loved ones. The romance aspect was nice, and it was the plot point that gets him to reevaluate his life, but not the main impetus of the story.

If you haven’t seen it, rent it. I’m glad I bought it because I know I’ll want to watch it again by myself in the dark with a bowl of popcorn.

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Lee Holloway has a few strikes against her when she applies for a secretarial position at the law office of E. Edward Grey. At first the work seems quite normal but soon in between typing filing & coffee making Lee & Mr. Grey embark on a more personal relationship together.

Sounds innocent enough, right? But you know why I wanted this one. Just the photo of Maggie Gyllenhaal crawling on her knees through an office to deliver the mail—oh, my God. I knew it would be kinky, but add James Spader to the mix, and I had to OWN it. Maggie’s character is very damaged. She cuts herself to feel anything. She’s deeply depressed.

Until she begins to work with an enigmatic man who has managed to chase off every secretary he’s ever had. She finds out why when she gives him a letter filled with typos. The spanking he gives her opens up a whole new world of delights for her. Nuff said? This one I will watch over and over. LOVED it.

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So what have you watched lately?

I fell behind my goal last week of the number of books I would read. I read only one, but I thoroughly enjoyed it.

If you’ve read my blog for a while, you’ll know that I’m a Maya Banks fan. I had read For Her Pleasure, but didn’t review it because the book wasn’t to my taste, but Sweet Surrender was everything I hoped.

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Sometimes the first step in taking control is surrendering.

Under Faith Malone’s deceptively soft exterior lies a woman who knows exactly what she wants. A strong man who’ll take without asking—because she’s willing to give him everything…

Dallas cop Gray Montgomery is on a mission: find the guy who killed his partner—and bring him to justice. So far, he’s found a link between the killer and Faith—and if Gray has to get close to her to catch the killer, so be it.

Faith is sweet and feminine, everything Gray wants and desires in a woman, but he suspects she’s playing games. No way she would allow a man to call the shots in their relationship. Or would she?

Faith sees in Gray the strong, dominant man she needs, but he seems determined to keep her at a distance. So she takes matters into her own hands to prove to him it’s no game she’s playing. She’s willing to surrender to the right man. Gray would like to be that man. But catching his partner’s killer has to be his first priority. Until Faith is threatened and Gray realizes he will do anything to protect her.

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If you click on the cover, the link will take you to Maya’s website where you can read a juicy excerpt.

So what in particular did I like about this book?

Okay, it was a Maya book so you know it was HAWT.

The characters were likable, and there were plenty of sexy men for Maya to fill three or four sequel books.

There was a little suspense subplot going on too, but the main emphasis of the book was the push and pull between the hero and heroine. The hero is a natural Dom; the heroine exploring the newly awakened submissive inside her. This wasn’t the master/slave, crawling on her knees, collar and leash relationship. Instead, it was tender—a woman looking for a man to take charge in a relationship and see to all her needs. Nice escapism.

Oh! And it was set in Texas. Need I say more? 😉

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.
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Released in June 2004, The Pleasure Bot was my first futuristic and one of my favorite stories to write. Maybe I loved it so much because I plotted it with the help of some of my closest friends during a weekend plotting bootcamp. We snorted and giggled through Declan’s audacity, Priss’s cluelessness, and Agnes’s grating voice. I always meant to go back and write the sequel to this story to give Agnes, the AI computer, her own happy ending.

TOP PICK! From RT BOOKreviews Magazine: “… A long weekend of debauchery with her newest sex toy, the Pleasure Bot, is just what Priss needs to scratch her itch. But when the online sex shop delivers her order, she’s in for a shock!…Hot sex, sidesplitting humor and an out-of-this-world story set this erotica apart from the rest! ”

From Romance Reviews Today: “Oh my! Talk about a story that’s hot and funny all at the same time. THE PLEASURE BOT is sprinkled with witty dialogue, very heated sex, and interesting characters.”

Priscilla Potter rents the latest sex toy, a better-than-lifelike pleasure robot, for a little weekend R&R. However, her fantasy companion isn’t quite what she expected. He’s unshaven, uncouth, and doesn’t seem to understand she’s in charge of her own pleasure. But she soon decides the on-line shop got the order just right. As the weekend draws to a close, she has to find a way to keep her robot past its return date.

Bootlegging “entrepreneur” Declan O’Hanlon needs a place to lay low until he can figure out how to liberate his crew and ship from Customs impound. The “uninhabited” house he picks for his hideout actually belongs to a sex kitten who mistakes him for her latest toy. Intrigued by the idea of being a woman’s fantasy come true, Declan does what any red-blooded man would do—he pretends to be her acquisition. But he doesn’t count on Priss being quite so irresistible. As the time to depart nears, he wonders how he can ever leave her behind.

“Aaa—gnes!” Priscilla shouted again, and then paused to kick off her heels before continuing on to her bedroom. “What’s with you? Are you still sulking about me threatening to pull your grid?”

“Of course not,” Agnes replied, in a monotone. “I’m just a hunk of cells, no real intelligence, no feelings to hurt.”

Priscilla rolled her eyes and reached for the first button at the top of her white blouse. “So when is it arriving?”

“It?”

“My Pleasure Bot.”

“Oh, about your new toy…”

“Aaa—gnes?” Her hands froze on button number three. “Don’t tell me they can’t deliver.”

“No, no.”

“Whew! You had me worried there.” She continued unbuttoning her blouse, letting her mind roam to the coming hours. Already her body was juiced at the thoughts of the wicked things she wanted to try with her lifelike, better-than-life-sized robot.

“Well, I just wanted to remind you of a few things first.”

“Like?” She hoped like hell Agnes wasn’t going to give her the list of the manufacturer’s disclaimers.

“You were promised lifelike.”

“Yeah, yeah. Down to the wet tongue and hangnails, I’m sure.” She finished with the last button and peeled off the shirt.

“Just so you know, it’s also programmed to believe it’s a real person—to enhance the experience.”

The word “enhance” was the only one her mind registered. All day long, the thought of all that “enhanced” hardware aimed at providing her the ultimate pleasure had put heat in her cheeks and a bounce in her step. Her skirt joined the heap on the floor. “All right. Is there more?”

“Um…it’s in the kitchen.”
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