While Moonstruck is busy uploading at Kindle and Smashwords, let’s talk about my contribution to Cleis Press’s Lesbian Cops.

I love writing shorts. Those of you who visit often know that I do it for fun. It’s a way to experiment with a genre I’ve never tried or simply to clear my mind when I’m deep into a longer story.

When Sacchi’s call for submissions went out, I was all over it! Over the years, I’ve had cop friends, lesbian cop friends, so my story about a big city cop moving to a small southern town was very nearly biographical (and parts autobiographical—but I’m not telling which!). The funny things that happen to the cop in my story are true. The dry humor, the tight-knit friendships are real as well.

I got my copy in the mail the other day and have started reading through the stories. They’re hot, varied in tone and style, and very well done. You’re going to love this. And even if the theme isn’t your persuasion, I think you’ll be drawn in. I worked with Sacchi on Lesbian Cowboys, and she knows a good story when she sees it. 😉

If you’d like to check out the other stops in Sacchi’s blog tour, check out her website: Sacchi’s Blog

(Click on the cover to buy!)

What is it about lesbian cops that pushes all the right buttons? It’s not just the uniform, with handcuffs and weapons, or the confidence, authority, and sense of danger. There’s something more as well, an irresistible force that these writers have channeled into fiercely erotic stories of policewomen in or out of uniform, on patrol or undercover, in charge or in need of healing, on the case or under the sheets.

The action can be gut-level tough, as in Jove Belle’s ”Hollis” where anti-terrorism boot camp surges over the inevitable edge into BDSM, or heart-wrenching as in Evan Mora’s “A Cop’s Wife” when death threats sharpen the need for life-affirming sex to a keen edge, or quirky as well as steamy while Teresa Noelle Roberts’s cop finds a way to maintain respect for her own “Dress Uniform” while indulging her anime-girl lover’s cos-play kink. Delilah Devlin, Andrea Dale, R. G. Emanuelle, Cheyenne Blue, and all the other contributors offer their own sizzling visions of the complexity and depth, the strength and vulnerability, and above all the commanding, overwhelming sex appeal of Lesbian Cops.

From The Only Game in Town, Lesbian Cops:

I wondered why I’d bothered changing out of my uniform before hitting the bar. Back in the city, the department had strict rules about drinking in uniform. However here, a circle of black uniforms sat crowded around the table in the far corner, cold beers sweating on the scarred wood.

Lonny James caught sight of me and waved me over. “Make room, guys.”
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Yes, the cover is to die for! And the stories? Well, you’ll get a chance to see for yourself. I’m working feverishly to get Moonstruck up on Amazon and Smashwords today! Be sure to check back here today. I’ll post the links as soon as they’re live! ~DD

Two sizzling tales by two very twisted sisters…

Heart of the Jaguar by Myla Jackson

When jaguar shifter Reme Denux stumbles into his ex-girlfriend’s palm reading parlor in the French Quarter of New Orleans, he’s fuzzy about how he got there. The last thing he remembered was a drink at a bar and having another man’s dark, sensuous dream.

As soon as Reme enters her building, Sybille can sense the black magic haze hanging over the man she still loves. With the full moon on the rise, she has to do something to save him from a death-swapping hex or lose him forever. With the help of a voodoo priestess, Sybille and Reme weather the moon’s supremacy and the soul-stealing storm, forging a bond of lust and love, neither has the strength to resist.

She’s All That by Delilah Devlin

Librarian by day, Melanie Bradshaw, is driven to desperation by her torrid dreams. However, when she acts on her desires, things go horribly wrong and she witnesses the murder of an overly amorous lounge lizard. With the body disintegrating before her eyes, who’s going to believe her?

When Detective Moses Brown gets the latest Full Moon case, he’s hoping it’s no more than another crazy looking for attention—until he meets the delectable librarian. Melanie took a walk on the wild side straight into vampire territory. They know her and now she’s not safe. Until he can find out why, he’s going to stick to her like glue. If his own attraction gets between him and his good intentions, he’ll just grit his teeth and do his best to ignore it.

But pretty little Melanie has designs on his body. How’s a brother to resist?

Do you want the left or the right side of the bed?

Already stripped to his briefs, Moses glanced at the bedroom door and grunted. The shower had stopped running. Maybe now he’d stop thinking about her being naked and wet and less than twenty feet away.

Despite her invitation, he was taking the couch in her small living room. She’d been scared and wanted someone, anyone trustworthy, close by. So long as the door remained open between them, she’d feel secure enough to sleep. He didn’t dare read anything more into her word choice.

Glancing down at the wood tenting his underwear, he figured she’d be the only one getting any rest. From the moment he’d breathed in her fragrance, stood close enough to see the fine porcelain quality of her skin, and looked into her soft brown eyes, he’d been hard as a post.

He’d give anything for a few minutes alone in a soundproofed room to relieve the ache, but her apartment was small, the walls paper-thin. She’d know, and he didn’t want her uncomfortable with him. Didn’t want her to be afraid he’d made the suggestion of accompanying her home to get into her bed.

As soon as he’d followed her into her tiny apartment, she’d been nervous, her glance cutting to him and darting away. No doubt he looked like a bull in a china shop. Too large and intimidating for her to relax. He’d shooed her to the shower then, with gritted teeth, listened to the whispers of her clothing as she undressed in the other room.

Moses rubbed a hand over the top of his head and sat on the edge of the couch. His phone vibrated on the coffee table. He reached for it and flipped it open. “Dammit, Viper. What the hell’s goin’ on?”
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