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Best laid plans…
Saturday, November 28th, 2009

Quick NaNoWriMo update: I have 44,348 words under my belt for the month of November! Almost there.

I’m bummed. Today was supposed to be a grand adventure. A trip to the woods to hunt ghosts. I bought a new lightweight backpack and spent last evening rolling a rainjacket, sweatshirt and scarf into little bundles to get them all inside. Recharged my camera batteries, replaced my red-lensed flashlight batteries. Burned copies of all the documentation I’ve accumulated about the mysterious Gurdon Lights for the rest of the team members. Highlighted a map to the site. Bought a compass in case we get turned around in the woods at night…

But our psychic’s sick. Can’t go ghosthunting without her. 😥

I had my daughter laughing on the phone this morning about all my trek-prep.

“You bought a compass? Do you even know how to read it?”

“Course I do, sweetie. I was in the Army.”

“But weren’t you the one who set a commo site up on the wrong hilltop?”

“It was a gorgeous mountain. Shaped like boobs, just like the mountain I was supposed to be on. Anyone could have made that mistake. And we had the microwave tower up in record time.”

“But the wrong damn site, mom!”

“Yeah, well we couldn’t talk to anyone, but it was gorgeous.”

“I get the compass.”

“Guess that might be a good idea, Kel. I’d hate us to go Blair Witch and get lost in the swamp with Shadow Folk trailing our butts.”

This morning her husband told her she’s getting a new digital movie camera for Christmas, so we do plan to do some filming when we reschedule our hunt. Kel told me she dreamed we went on the hunt and she was on her period and worrying about making trips into the swamp to take care of business. I reassured her that I packed tissue in my backpack because I would bring a thermos of coffee, but maybe we needed a small shovel…

Cup half full—I can spend the day writing.

Catch me at NINC today!
Friday, November 27th, 2009

I’m talking about the prep for my ghosthunting adventure tomorrow. I’d love to see you there! ~DD
NINC Blog

Happy Thanksgiving!
Thursday, November 26th, 2009

Quick NaNoWriMo update: I have 41,207 words. Today will be a strictly non-writing day. So, I really do have to make my days count as I head to the finish line.

My daughter’s family plus her in-laws are coming for the meal. I’m not cooking a thing, but I do have the housecleaning detail. Happily so. Anything I cook they’d have to chisel at with an axe, scrape off the burned spots, or add enough pepper to give it some flavor. Thank goodness someone in this house likes to cook.

I hope all you Americans have a wonderful Turkey Day. I hope you’re spending it with loved ones. I know it’s a lot of work, but happy faces around the table make for a nice memory.

And for anyone waiting on me to get something into the mail for them—all prizes went out yesterday!

The day after…
Wednesday, November 25th, 2009

Quick NaNoWriMo update: I’m at 37,604. I barely got a word written with the munchkin underfoot and with my sister and her family visiting. I thought hitting 50k would be a breeze, but now I have to scramble. Gah!

An early review posted on the Samhain loop yesterday:

“UNBRIDLED by Delilah Devlin is an enthralling story of a young woman returning from college to discover her lover Rowan, is having an affair with someone else. Even more shocking to Dani, is the fact that Rowan’s lover is Justin, the man she had an unforgettable one night stand with years ago. This is another fantastically hot and sexy book. But it is also a very deep and sensitive story about their confused emotions regarding gay relationships, and ménages. UNBRIDLED by Delilah Devlin gets one of my Very Highest Recommendations!

Sandie’s warning: Be prepared for these cowboys and their lover, to give you the ride (umm, read) of your life! Bring your own toys and hunks, and don’t forget the ice. You’re gonna need it!

Guess she liked it! 😆

I have to hit the pages hard today, and get some housekeeping done, because we will have a full house tomorrow. I’m not the one cooking. No one wants that.

Sunday Report Card
Sunday, November 22nd, 2009

Quick NaNoWriMo Update: I’m at 36,632 words.

Another productive week, even with all the travel. I finished chapters 1-3 of my erotic proposal, and I’m almost done editing it. I also finished the first chapters of an erotic novella and a paranormal novella.

Bad, Bad Girlfriend was accepted, although I do have to go back for a final runthrough of edits before I return it to my editor. And that’s everything I accomplished for the week.

This week, I’ll have the 5-year-old underfoot for the first couple of days, so I expect dismal progress. But since it’s been so long since she visited, I don’t care. The rest of the week will be nose to the grindstone. I want to finish SOW, but I don’t yet have a firm grasp of the story. I hope it comes.

The big news? UNBRIDLED releases on Tuesday! So if you’re ready for a sexy menage—this is it! And seriously, can you resist a warning that reads like this one?

Warning: Hold on for the rodeo of your life with rough ridin’ male on male action; blazing hot m/m/f scenes; and melt-your-panties lovin’ as each of these sexy cowboys gives it the way they know best to turn their woman inside out.

Just a note…
Friday, November 20th, 2009

Quick NaNoWriMo update: I’m at 35,202 words now!! And I finished the rough draft of the partial for LIT. It’s massively ugly at the moment, but I’ll work on editing it over the next few days because I want to get it into my agent’s hands next week.

I’ll be out of pocket today. I’m going to see my doctor in Little Rock for my bi-annual checkup and to get any vaccinations needed, if any, for my cruise next month. The appointment’s in the morning, and then at noon I’ll be meeting Shayla Kersten at The Beanery for a “write-in”.

So I won’t be online until tomorrow night. Likely my inbox will have exploded with more Harlequin vs. RWA messages, so it will be very slow going to catch up. Y’all behave, now!

NaNo Progress, so far…and an excerpt
Thursday, November 19th, 2009

Quick NaNoWriMo update: I’m at 32,978 words! If you look at the list of my current progress meters—that’s what I’ve achieved so far for November. And that novella I finished last week, Bad, Bad Girlfriend, was accepted by Ellora’s Cave yesterday!

I know, I’m cheating. NaNo is supposed to be about a writer completing a single 50k novel in a month, but it’s just not in me to work on one thing at a time. I’m working on three now. I’d wanted to keep it to just two, but yesterday this scene came to me, and I knew I had to get it down while it was vivid in my mind. Here’s a peek, but keep in mind it’s rough, unedited. But maybe a little fun too, huh?

They were going at it again, and he was gonna get arrested. Which would be pretty embarrassing, considering he was cop.

Like clockwork, the couple across the alleyway started banging the minute his car pulled into the garage.

He slid the overhead lamp switch off so that the light from his car wouldn’t beam the moment he opened the door. He’d already loosened the garage light bulb to make sure it didn’t give him away. Carefully, he closed his car door, pushing it with his hip to muffle the click as it locked, then sat with his butt against the trunk and watched the show.

They had to know he could see every damn thing—every drop of sweat, every curl of pale blonde hair. She faced the window, clutching the bottom sill, her breasts bouncing every time Boyfriend slammed her ass.

God, her tits were Grade A prime. Cherry nipples, round and high and quivering with her ragged breaths.

Her blue eyes closed, her mouth rounded, and he knew when she came because she always wore the same expression, the corners of her mouth curving like the cat that licked the cream. Her cheeks rosy, her eyebrows drawn together tightly.

And if he the wind hadn’t been whistling through the alley, he would have heard the little whimper she gave when her boyfriend milked the last little contraction of her orgasm.

Fuck. He needed his own woman. Maybe she had a twin. Because he sure as shit wouldn’t be satisfied with anyone who wasn’t her, Jane Peabody—Jane Hotbody in his own lurid mind.

They’d finished, and boyfriend was pulling her into his arms, wrapping them around her belly and cupping her breasts as she snuggled against his chest.

It was time for him to leave. The show was over for the night.

Then her eyes opened and Garret Masters could have sworn she looked right at him. He cussed softly, straightened and raised his arm, pulling down the garage door and shutting off the sight of her mouth stretching into a wide grin.