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Go Vote for Breaking Leather!
Saturday, January 8th, 2011

If you want to, that is. I’m not there twisting your arm. 😉

The Long and Short of It review site, which is associated with Whipped Cream reviews, is hosting their weekly Best Book Honor, and I’m nominated! Head to this webpage to place your vote: Vote for Best Book

A snippet from the review:
“WARNING: Do not attempt to read this book without fire resistance gloves!!!!… Delilah Devlin just makes this type of story such an adventure as well as a hot ride… You will never go wrong with a Delilah Devlin story and you will never be disappointed.”

Snippet Saturday: Music
Saturday, January 8th, 2011

I haven’t really written songs into any of my work. The one blatant exception is my free read, a serialized story that my readers help me plot. Early on, when they selected their heroine, they let me base the character on…me! This opening scene is exactly like something that would happen to me, and exactly how I would have handled it. Enjoy the snippet!

On a whim, romance author DiDi Devereaux decides to travel to remote Louisiana bayou country to take possession of a house she inherited from a reclusive relative. But before she reaches her destination, she drives her car into a ditch to avoid a large animal that leaps into her path. Rescue comes in the form of a sexy sheriff, whose gruff demeanor seems to hide a feral attraction. As DiDi settles into her new home she finds herself torn between her attraction to the sheriff and the raw, handsome bad boy whose offer to help her renovate her home is a little too convenient and tempting.

Nothing in Bayou Noir is what it seems. When strange things begin to happen, her natural curiosity leads her into danger…

“Wah-ah-ah-ah!”

DiDi Devereaux bounced her head to David Draiman’s gorilla-like chant. She’d popped her Disturbed CD in the player after she’d turned onto the small county road. She liked listening to hard rock when she wrote a fight scene or needed a little courage. Raucous, masculine music rarely failed to rev her engines.

Unfortunately, the music wasn’t working its magic now.

Her headlights barely cut through the thick fog, forcing DiDi to slow her car as she peered over the steering wheel at the narrow donkey trail of a road. She’d left the highway twenty minutes ago and knew she’d entered bayou country by the thick forest pressing against the road from both sides and the muggy quality of the air. She’d rolled down her windows because her AC fogged up the windshield, but still had to swipe her palms against the glass to clear it enough to continue.

Why she’d decided to finish the journey at night, she didn’t know. But she never questioned an impulse, and never really regretted any of the mishaps she’d fallen into as a result of ignoring good advice. Many of her stories came from those misadventures—and inspiration, of late, was getting pretty thin.

A road trip was just what she needed to “fill the well”.

On a whim, she’d removed the deed to the Gauthier House from her safe deposit box on Monday after she’d moved her furniture into storage and let her apartment go. Originally, she’d been torn between seeking a summer rental in the Yukon and heading Down Under.

Then she’d remembered the property she’d inherited three years earlier. A dilapidated house in a section of boggy bayou with a dock that led into the swamps. The lawyer who’d handed her the deed and the keys had told her to sell it—or let it return to the land. No use fighting the age of the place because it would be a money pit.

She’d been satisfied to let the document lay at the bottom of her safety deposit box, beneath her passport and a CD that stored every page of every book she’d ever written, just in case catastrophe hit and she had to start all over again. Nothing was more valuable to her than the dreams she’d created on paper, nothing was more meaningful. She’d sacrificed a lot to be where she was, edging toward the top of the bestsellers’ lists and finally getting those contracts that fed her gypsy soul.

Now, she had money to sink into the old plantation house. Enough to pay someone else to do the work while she plunked away at a keyboard with an iPod in her ears as workers sawed and hammered around her.

She could make this work—if she ever found the damn place.
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Just what you wanted–another trailer!
Thursday, January 6th, 2011

These trailer things are fun. Don’t know why I resisted them before. (Maybe because I’ve seen so many lame ones, huh?). Lexxie did a nice job on this one!

I’m waiting on pins and needles to hear how you like Ravished and True. I’d love your feedback. Thanks again to those of y’all who continue to spread the word. It’s not about money. It’s about showing the publisher they didn’t make a mistake taking me on. And don’t you want more Vikings and cowboys?

The past two days have been so filled with email and web stuff, that I haven’t been writing much. I hope to remedy that today, but daughter called me at 5 AM. She has the flu, so I have to fly over there to help the 6-year-old get ready for school. It never ends. And I need to clean my bedroom and office. Yech.

Anyway, happy reading! And if you have your copy, I’d love a snap shot of you with your book!

My Very First Book Trailer!
Wednesday, January 5th, 2011

I was admiring Desiree Holt’s new trailer and asked her who had put it together for her. She said she’d put me in touch with her, and that the person who’d done the work was her daughter. The whole process was fun. We both searched for photos; she sent me links to music. She didn’t need a lot of help from me because she was very in tune with what I wanted. See for yourself. And if you like it, please head to YouTube to “Like” it, post a comment or share it. Thanks to everyone who’s helped me get the word out about this book. Be sure to send me photos when you get your book. I’d love to post them!

CONTEST WINNERS:

The winner of Ravished Contest #1 and a $50.00 Amazon.com gift certificate is… Minna Puustinen!

The winners (pulled randomly, straight from my newsletter subscriber list) of Ravished Contest #2 are:
* $100.00 Amazon.com gift certificate — cb99@mykeep.com!
* Sterling silver dragon earrings — LiviaEve@Bikerider.com!
* Signed copies of two of Delilah’s backlisted books (not Ravished, sorry!) — wild_but_forgotten_rose@yahoo.com!

Congratulations, all!

Note:
The dragon tee will be awarded at a later date. I wasn’t satisfied with the quality of the tee I received from my local supplier—still working on it!

Get Ravished now!
Tuesday, January 4th, 2011

(Winners of the two Ravished contests will be announced tomorrow! So there’s still time to enter, or to enter AGAIN today. See details here.)

“Clash of cultures, clash of myths, clash of powerful personalities…
how many authors can bring out on paper the excitement and more-than-willing suspension of disbelief that old fashioned adventure stories once brought us?
…a wonderful, action-packed, emotional roller-coaster of a read.”

What a Viking wants, a Viking takes.

When his younger brother goes missing, Dagr, Viking warrior and Lord of the Wolfskin Clan, will do whatever it takes to get him back. But nothing could have prepared him for Honora—a feisty, intelligent woman who is nothing like the women of his world—women who are content to serve their men in all things. Drawn to her despite her stubborn nature, Dagr is determined to force her into submission.

When the two enemies-turned-lovers join forces to find Dagr’s brother they are thrown into a rousing adventure full of danger, intrigue and erotic abandon. Can their passion truly unite them or will their different worlds lead to destruction for them both?

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You won’t forget that cover now, right?

Here’s Brandy W with her book fresh from Amazon!

Remember, there are ways that you as the reader can support an author and help her to success. 1) Buy the book. 2) Talk about it to your friends. 3) Review it, star it, tag it. Thanks for your support.

And in case you have a hankering for more, I actually have two books releasing today. True Heart is my next cowboy menage, and is set in the Colorado Rockies in the dead of winter. You can read about it at Wild and Wicked Cowboys.

Ravished–The Sex
Monday, January 3rd, 2011

There’s just one more day to the official release of Ravished by a Viking! As much as I want you to remember the story, the world, the characters, I also think you’ll enjoy the sex. Dagr and Honora are stubborn combatants. Nothing is ever easy between them—at least not until they fall in love. This first time they come together is filled with tension. Dagr’s frustrated and worried about his brother’s fate. Honora’s still a bit shell-shocked after having surrendered her ship to the Vikings. Still, as soon as they are alone, they are just a man and a woman who don’t know each other at all, but have a fierce attraction that complicates everything. Hope you enjoy!

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He set her on her feet, ignoring her as she sputtered and slammed her fists against his chest as any woman would when furious with a mate.

Standing still, he waited while she regained control of herself. Her fists landed again, but froze on his chest which rose and fell in shallow swells while hers billowed wildly. Her gaze flitted up, perhaps to gauge his expression and see whether she’d angered him.

She hadn’t. He couldn’t be more pleased with her womanly tantrum. It revealed passion, and the hardness of her blows proved her wiry strength. She might be slender, but she wasn’t truly delicate. He could already imagine how tight her woman’s passage would be, how it would squeeze deliciously around his cock. A small tight fit like the tiny space where she slept.

Her furrowed brows remained set, shadowing her eyes, but her hands flattened on his chest. With her soft, shiny hair mussed and her mouth soft and pouting, she was lovelier, more tempting than she should have been, dressed as she was in the ugly black skin-suit.

He waited, letting the thud of his heart tell her of his attraction, his muscles rippling as she curled her fingers and pulled her hands slowly away.
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Ravished–The Setting
Sunday, January 2nd, 2011

Ravished is popping up here and there!

This photo is from Shayla Kersten, who spotted the book in B&N in Little Rock yesterday. My inner geek squealed, “It’s real! It’s real!”

And Shawna B facebooked this photo she took at the B&N at Union Square, NYC!

I’d love to see more photos, especially from those of you who ordered the book from Amazon. You know, open the box, cuddle that book close, and click! I need to start a new contest, don’t I? For siting pics I can post. I have two entries already! 🙂

So back to the book…

What about my story will capture you? My hero? The romance? Or will it be the world I’m building? Here’s a very short snippet to introduce you to New Iceland. This scene is told from a secondary character’s POV, Birget, who will also have a big role in the second book, Enslaved by a Viking.

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The journey to Skuldelev passed in silence. Strapped into the back seat of a small, two-man snow-eater, she watched the endless drifts of white, stirred only by the shifting winds and blowing toward the frozen sea that bordered the lowlands they crossed. In the distance, the jagged peaks of the Keel Mountains sawed into the face of Sunni, the sun goddess, stretching the shadows of night to cloak the mountains and the city fortress of Skuldelev at its base.

Birget straightened to peer over Dagr’s shoulder at the city few Bearshirts had ever willingly entered. Where her own fortress stood as evidence of strength and precision, the keep rising several stories high, Skuldelev stretched like a lazy dragon resting across the top of the foothills. The fortress wall hugged the contours, turrets spiking like ridges on the beast’s back. Even the great, gated entrance gave the appearance of a dragon’s large, crenellated head with its mouth gaping.

A shiver rippled down her spine. The day’s happenings had passed in a whirlwind, and only now did it strike her that this might be her home for the rest of her life—this foreign, craggy, monstrous castle where men as rugged and unforgiving of weakness as their clan-lord lived.