FOOD AND LOVE

Lately my Facebook posts seem to be mostly pictures of partially naked men, kittens, dogs, and food. In my newest book, MO’S HEART, I have everything but the dog. The hero owns a restaurant/bar with a karaoke stage in a small Wisconsin village. It’s called Mo’s Place, but the title refers to his love for the heroine. I wanted to say “pure” love, only there’s nothing pure about the way he feels for her.

And then there’s the food… There’s something sensual about food, and for me, Italian food is very sensual. Both my hero and heroine are of Italian ancestry, and olive oil, garlic, fresh basil and parsley and other spices are mentioned often in the book. I know that’s not a turn-on to everyone – especially garlic. But that’s the wonderful thing about food and men and women. We don’t all love the same thing. Not even the same books.

In my last book, MIRACLE PIE, my heroine was a pie baker. I’m trying to cut down on sugar, but I love pies. My advice to anyone on a diet is DON’T WRITE A BOOK WITH PIE IN THE TITLE IF YOU’RE TRYING TO EAT HEALTHIER.

What favorite foods would you like to read about in a book? You never know, I might put them in my next book. 🙂

The Mafia comes to Miracle, Wisconsin…

Mo Vincent, the owner of Mo’s Place, is in agony because his soon-to-be divorced sous-chef is dating – but not him. He has his reasons for not asking her out. He did the right thing back in New Jersey, and it cost him his son, his wife, his restaurant. Now he’s found a home in Miracle. The village has accepted him, and his new restaurant is doing well. He should be content with what he has…but his heart wants more.

Chef Rosa Fabrini’s divorce is one signature away when her cheating husband returns home and expects her to forgive him. Her lawyer is AWOL, and her youngest son is demanding she take his father back. Desperate to escape the turmoil, she asks Mo to let her move into the empty apartment above the restaurant…right next to his place.

Mo can’t say no. His mind knows she’s forbidden fruit, but his heart dares to hope. Until his past shows up, and he finds out sometimes it takes a village…

Mo’s Heart is available at Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Smashwords | Apple

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Aloha from Hawaii! Mahalo to Delilah for inviting me back.

I’m on a long-awaited vacation to Maui with my husband. Sounds like we picked the right time to come—record low temps in Montana today. 17 degrees in April? Brrr!

85 degrees here on Maui today, with 90 % humidity. This creates warm, balmy air that feels like a kiss on your skin. Today we drove up to Kapalua Bay. Set up our beach chairs with trade winds blowing puffy clouds across the blue skies and the ocean lapping at our feet. Surrounded with green palm trees and golden sands, we snorkeled around the turquoise bay. Spotted two moray eels and two huge sea turtles among the coral, while tropical fish darted past like little rainbows of color.

Then it was back to Maalea Harbor for a visit to the Maui Aquarium to identify our fishies in huge lighted fish-tank displays. Saw some sharks, too. That’s where I like my sharks—on the other side of thick glass! After that we relaxed with a microbrew and some pu-pus (hors d’oeuvres) in a harbor side open air bar with live music.

If this sounds like paradise to you too, wish you were here! But if Hawaii isn’t in your itinerary this year, how about a mini-vacation on me?

I love Hawaii so much I figured out a way to extend my vacations here (in my fantasies, anyway) I set an entire series of contemporary paranormal red hot romances here. My Hawaiian Heroes will whisk you away from snow, cold and rain to the land where palm trees sway, and gorgeous hunks await you for a fantasy adventure.

My Ho’omalus have been tasked by Pele herself, goddess of Hawaiian volcanoes, with keeping her islands safe while she sleeps deep beneath her islands. To do so, she’s gifted each one of this extraordinary family with powers from her islands.

Burning up the Rain, Hawaiian Heroes, Book 4 debuts May 7 at Samhain.

Her powers could save her island…or bring their love crashing down.

Despite her successful career, Lalei Kai-Ho’omalu has always considered herself mere decoration in a dynamic Hawaiian family, with none of their powerful gifts. Destined for life in the background as a useless, upper-crust wife.

Desperate to escape her mother’s latest matchmaking attempt, Lalei acts on her sizzling attraction to a guest at her cousin’s island wedding, making him a bold offer he can’t refuse.

A no-strings, no-holds-barred affair on Nawea Bay with the sexy Hawaiian beauty is just the break California Realtor Jack Nord needs from his fast-paced career—and an inner darkness he’d like to forget. Just for a while.

Their very public liaison is the shocking declaration of independence Lalei intended—with unintended consequences. Stirred to anger by developers set on carving her family’s unspoiled ancestral lands into a resort, Lalei discovers she has the supernatural power to stop them.

But when Jack learns his lover can bring down the rain and throw bolts of lightning, whose side will he take? The money-making machine? Or the woman born to protect her island home?

Jack is my idea of a true hero—strong enough to let a woman do what she can, while he has her back. Hmm, and her front too. Oh, yeah.

What about you? If you could take a vacation and just … stay, where would that be?

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Cathryn Cade
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Hello all! First, I’d like to thank Ms. Delilah for letting me join the fun on her blog! I love reading what gets posted on here and I’m delighted to join the “crew” of guests!

Anyway, my name is Kalissa Wayne and I’m a virgin romance writer who’s getting her cherry popped on July 16^th. No, no, no! Minds out of the gutter! (Although I do appreciate the company!) I’m just saying, although I’ve loved writing my whole life, this is the first story that I’ve had published.  So when Ms. Delilah told me I could write about anything I wanted to, I had to decide on a topic. Aspiring author, inspirational ideas, hobbies, likes, dislikes, hmmm, all typical newbie author topics. I wanted to pick something different and it dawned on me. What do I want to know about a new/new-to-me author? I want to know if they can write, the rest I can learn later. So I decided to share a really short story with you! (psst! If you make it through the story, you’ll find the eye candy that inspired it! Lol) So, without further ado…

The Captain’s….

Shaking my head to clear it, I realized my wrists were tied above me. The ship rocked, voices coming towards me, arguing amongst themselves. Hands grabbed my shirt and ripped it open to my waist. Snapping my eyes open, I stared at the rough and ready crew of the Knight’s Revenge. Confusion ruled, my sloop had been attacked by two of The Royal Navy’s finest. Why was I now a prisoner on this privateer vessel? A sudden twisting pain brought me back to the present. The crew crowded even closer, one going so bold as to grab my exposed breast and twisting the nipple. I gritted my teeth and kicked out, hitting his shin. He howled like a banshee and hopped backwards into his crewmates.

“Bitch!”

“Bastard!”

“I told you to leave her alone. She’s the Capn’s.” The bald burly first mate said as he forced his way through the crew. “If you don’t think it’s fair, talk to the Cap’n.” The crew started grumbling amongst themselves when a voice from the back sent a sensual tremor down my spine.

“Yes, by all means. Talk to me if you think it’s unfair.” That deep voice was well known to me. He’d be trying to buy my vessel, Lady of the Sea, and get me into his bed for quite awhile.

Antonio de la Vega. I should have known. “Since I wouldn’t sell, you decide to take. So much for your gentlemanly attitude.”

“Ah, but my beauty, I haven’t taken anything that isn’t my due. We came to your rescue and chased off those nasty Navy sharks.”

“Then where is my crew and why am I restrained to the mast?”

His broad shoulders blocked out the sun, and as I looked up into his dark eyes, the spine tingles traveled south, centering on my clit. “Your crew are on their way to a safe port to fix the damage. I told them we’d meet up in a month or so.” His hand reached out, sliding from my cheek  to my breast, where he cupped and squeezed.

“That doesn’t tell me why I’m tied to the mast.”

“You owe me for saving your hide, your ship, and your crew.” His hand moved to my other breast. His crew elbowed to get a better view of what he was doing.

“I’m not a whore! I don’t pay my debts on my back.”

The wind whipped his waist length black hair across his face, partially hiding his wolfish grin. The unholy twinkle in his black eyes brought my guard up. “You’ll willingly work it off with me, or” he said as he backed away from me “you’ll work it off unwillingly with the crew. Your choice, my sweet.” As I looked at the eager expressions of the crew, I knew I had only one choice.

Thank God it was a choice I would have made anyway…

Sigh…. What was I saying? Oh, right.

I have a short story in the Smokin’ Hot Firemen anthology by Cleis Press  called “The Fireman’s Rescue” that is coming out on July 16^th.  Here’s the link for the webpage: https://smokinhotfiremen.delilahscollections.com/. Also, I have a blog, though I didn’t realize it had been so long since I’d written in it until today! https://kalissawayne.blogspot.com/?zx=21a643d04bb3734c  and of course, my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/kalissa.wayne?ref=tn_tnmn .

I’m glad we got the chance to chat and hopefully Ms Delilah will let me come play again soon!

I spent yesterday doing girl stuff with my daughter. After I posted my blog, I got up from the keyboard and didn’t plug in again until late last night. Then I opened my email, saw 259 new messages, and quickly left my desk again to watch TIVO’d episodes of Golden Boy. (I’m not sure about that show yet…)

But I’m back today. I have to work on getting the Cowboy Heat anthology pulled together. Then I have to dive into editing the stories I have tentatively chosen. No, authors, I can’t tell you who made the first cut just yet. I don’t like doing that until I know Cleis approves my choices.

So I’m going to have a busy day. I’m also going to pull out a suitcase and start packing for Kansas City! I’m going to the RT conference next week. If anyone out there is going, be looking for me! I’d love to meet you!

Since I won’t be relaxing today, I’m thinking about it, wishing I could curl up on my big overstuffed chair and watch a movie. Maybe Timeline so I can watch Gerard Butler give his girl that poignant kiss (one of the best movie kisses ever—you can see them falling in love!). Here’s my question…

What is your favorite position and place you like to be when you relax?
I like curling up in my overstuffed chair. You might like laying on a beach
towel on a sandy beach. Tell us all about yours.

I love everything Celtic and in researching Scottish lore I came across the baobhan sith, also known as the dancing vampires. The dancing vampires aren’t actually vampires at all. These creatures are vampiric fey, sisters who roam the Scottish highlands. All of them are women, no men. Voluptuous and enticing, these beauties always wear green gowns. Also, they have talons. No fangs. Like other vampires, they drink human blood and fry in the sunlight. In some tales they have hooves for feet.

Often referred to as dancing vampires, they target young men coming from pubs at night. The baobhan sith dance with them until the men grow exhausted. Then the vampiric temptresses transform their long nails into talons and rake them across the men’s backs. Clawing at their victim’s skin, draining their blood, then drinking it.

For a modern take on the baobhan sith, enter Ellora’s cave and step Underhill to visit these dark fey in my Dancing Vampire series, the tales of seven baobhan sith sisters. The first two quickies, Dance Of The Vampires and Vampire Highland Fling have been available and the third book, Ever So Bonnie A Vampire, was just released April 19^th.

Here’s the Blurb for Ever So Bonnie A Vampire:

Calin has had fantasies about the vampiric fey, Ever’s, warm, curvaceous body ever since they danced a year ago. When they meet again he waste no time in claiming and capturing her.  Once the sun rises, Ever can’t leave the earthly realm and is bound by fey lore to the human, Calin. Though he has saved her from the sun, things get pretty hot in his arms. Thrust into the mortal realm, his love making excites her like no fey man’s  ever has but she’s consumed with the vow she made to her sisters to not leave them for a mortal man. She fights her feelings for Calin and seeks help from goddess Morrigan.

The goddess has feelings of her own for  the tall, muscular mortal so she frees Ever to return Underhill. It isn’t until Ever’s back with her sisters that she realizes her heart is still held captive by Calin. When Calin spurns Morrigan’s attentions, the goddess’s lust turns to vengeance. With Ever out of his reach, Underhill,  and a goddess shape shifting into different beasts to hunt and kill him, Calin McDuff must risk his life and fight all odds to be with the woman he loves.

I am having a contest to giveaway two PDF Ebooks, one for Dance Of The Vampires and one for Vampire Highland Fling, just comment below to enter. Also please visit me at my website, https://CelticRomanceQueen.com

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When I decided to write my first book I knew it had to be about naughty lawyers. I’ve been a lawyer for many years, at many firms and in many places. And the things that go on behind closed doors…well, I just had to write about them!

So I did.

Of course, I changed a few (okay…many) things to protect the not-so-innocent, but the essential naughtiness remained the same. Then I sent my book out to a few contests and beta readers. Everyone loved my naughty lawyers. But they had a few suggestions to help me improve.

“Not realistic.”

“Lawyers don’t behave this way.”

“Is this ethical?”

“Unbelievable.”

“Would a lawyer really do this?”

“Seriously? In a courtroom?”

Oh, yes, my friend. Seriously. In a courtroom.

I discovered truth is, in fact, stranger than fiction. So out came the paragraphs where my poor lawyers got hot and steamy in the courthouse. No more lawyers getting down and dirty on the phone. And using a tie to do…what? Bad author. Clean it up. Lawyers are pillars of virtue. They only have sex in bed at night with the lights out. Missionary position. No toys required.

I couldn’t live the lie.

So, here, for your reading pleasure, is an adults only excerpt featuring naughty lawyers engaging in some serious LEGAL HEAT on a judge’s desk.

Naughty lawyers.

You know you want them. And you can have them. Release date for my erotic legal thriller, LEGAL HEAT is APRIL 23!

Passion this hot should be illegal…

Katy Sinclair made it to the brink of partnership at her high-powered law firm with hard work, dogged determination, and the ruthless self-discipline to cultivate a conservative public image. But when she follows an evasive witness into a sex club, she can’t deny herself a red-hot sexual encounter with the seductive bartender who sets her body on fire. She’s sure no one will ever know about her indiscretion —until she walks into the courtroom to find her dirty little secret is the opposing counsel in the most important case of her career.

As the managing partner in a struggling law firm, hot-shot attorney Mark Richards can’t afford any mistakes that might cost him his biggest client. Like getting involved with his beautiful, determined opponent—the mystery woman he hasn’t been able to forget. But when Katy’s quest for justice leads to death threats, Mark will sacrifice everything to protect her.

Now they’re risking their hearts…and their lives…in a race to catch a killer. Little do they know, the greatest danger lies closer to home.

Warning: This book contains explicit sex, light bondage, violence, murder, steamy shenanigans in the courtroom, naughty sexytimes in the boardroom, and an exceptionally hot hero with a versatile tie. Any objections will be overruled.

 “I don’t think this is appropriate behavior for a courtroom,” she whispered, knowing that despite the risk, she wasn’t about to jump down and walk away.

”Definitely not.” His voice was thick with desire. “You’re wearing far too many clothes.”

Katy shrugged off her jacket. “What if someone comes in?”

“No one is coming in. I have a friend in security who owed me a favor. He’s got his eye on the door until his next shift. We have about forty-five minutes.”

“I hope he’s a good friend. You’re putting both our careers in his hands.”

He rested his hands on her knees. “I wouldn’t take a risk with you.”

Katy laughed softly. “What’s this if not a risk?”

“This is you opening for me, sugar.” He gently pressed her knees apart.

Lust, raw and ragged, tore through her body, burning away her inhibitions. She braced her hands behind her and parted her legs as far as her skirt would allow.

“That’s my girl,” he growled deep and low.

Katy sucked in her breath. She had never imagined such condescending words could be so fiercely arousing.

He traced his finger down her throat to the cleft between her breasts. “There are special rules in my courtroom,” he murmured. “First, there is to be no touching the judge. Your hands will stay on the desk at all times. Is that clear?”

Katy gave him a wicked grin. She sat up and pressed her hands against the cool, smooth cotton of his shirt, then slid them up and over his rock-hard pecs to encircle his neck.

“So I can’t do this?”

He pulled her hands away. “No.”

“And I can’t do this?” She circled his narrow waist and pulled him between her legs, pressing her breasts against his taut chest.

Mark disengaged her hands. “Definitely not.”

Her gaze drifted down below his belt and she stroked a finger along the erection clearly outlined beneath the thin wool of his trousers. “What about this?”

Mark gently slapped her hand away. “Don’t even think about it.”

“It’s all I’m thinking about,” she murmured.

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Want more naughty lawyers?

• Check out my website for another steamy excerpt. And while you’re there, enter my Pre-Release Giveaway Contest to win an e-book gift certificate
• Watch the smokin’ hot trailer https://youtu.be/GNAzJcbb3fg
• Pre-Order your copy from Samhain, Amazon, or Barnes and Noble

Where can you find me?

Website | Facebook | Twitter: @sarah_castille | Goodreads

Thanks to Delilah for hosting me today. I wish you all naughty times!

The winner (chosen by random number generator) of the free download is commenter
#2—Anne!  Anne, congrats! Email me to arrange delivery of your prize!

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Begging for It was one of those rare opportunities when I pulled experiences directly from my military past. I guess it’s odd I don’t write more military-related experiences because writers are supposed to write what they know, and after 21 years in the Army, I know a lot. Here, I used what I remembered of my own slight PTSD issues and what I observed from others around me to give as realistic a window inside my heroine’s journey as I could. When reading this tender passage (as tender as a BDSM passage can be :)), keep in mind that the safe word Cross has given TJ to use is Fallujah.

If you post a comment today, you’ll be entered to win
a free download of this book!

Last week’s winner (see last Saturday’s Snippet for the prize) is…Tony Whitmire! Tony, congrats and email me to arrange delivery of your prize!

“…I absolutely loved this book… With these two dynamic characters, the emotional pull of this story was outstanding… Emotions ran the gamut and reached out to draw you in.”
~5 Stars and Top Pick!, Night Owl Reviews

“This was the most gripping, emotionally charged sexy foray into BDSM (heavy on the S&M) I’ve ever read…in the end, you’ll be so gripped by the brilliance of Ms. Devlin’s storytelling abilities, that the final pages will twist your guts in knots… I couldn’t stop thinking about them.” ~A “10″ for Story, Seriously Reviewed

“…This story is an emotional rollercoaster that will make you laugh, cry, and overheat… Devlin weaves an enthralling tale… It’s a novella that’s impossible to put down, a definite gem worth reading again and again.” ~5 Hearts, The Romance Studio

“…Delilah Devlin is at her finest with BEGGING FOR IT!… It is heartbreaking but real. Yes this is a very hot erotic novella but the story really spoke to me… BEGGING FOR IT is outrageous and perfectly delicious!” ~ Joyfully Reviewed

A story in the 1-800-DOM-help series.

She needs punishment…before she deserves pleasure.

Tragedy scarred TJ Lipton. Now, the only way she can find pleasure is when its delivered with a heavy-handed dose of S&M. But finding a lover who can give her what she needs proves an elusive quest—until she finds the sex club Unfettered and a Dom named Cross McNally.

Cross understands all too well what drives TJ. He takes command of her body to give her everything she needs—restraint, the stinging kiss of a flogger, the thrill of a three-way—a sexual adventure that pulls her beyond her painful past and has her begging for more of his tender brand of domination.

The door handle depressed without the need of a passkey. She opened it, searching the room for Cross, but stiffened when instead she found Tanner.

He was dressed in a dark tee, leather pants and cowboy boots. Had she met him in The Shamrock before she’d been with Cross, she would have been tempted. But now Cross held her hopes and dreams in his hands. Tanner was just another handsome guy with a crooked, killer smile.

“Come in, TJ,” he said in his sexy drawl. “Cross’ll be along in a moment.”

Disappointment seeped through her bones, weighing her down. She’d hoped it would just be the two of them, her and Cross. That she’d meant more to him than just as a playmate, but he’d invited his buddy along again.

“Shall I prepare you?”

TJ shook her head. “I’d rather wait for Cross.”

“I want to show you something.” He invited her deeper into the room with a lazy wave of his hand.

She blew out a breath and approached, watching his expression. If he’d smirked even once, she’d have turned on her heel and run for the door. She couldn’t take mockery, not even a gentle tease today. She was too nervous about seeing Cross again and angry with herself that it meant so much.

The last thing she wanted right now was trust in someone else’s strength when she’d finally begun to believe in her own. But she needed Cross in ways she couldn’t explain, not even to herself.

However, she walked closer, halting when she saw the ropes arranged on the floor. There was a pattern to their placement, but not one she discerned, and the ends of two of them were drawn up to curve over the tops of two pulleys in the ceiling.

She cleared the knot of tension in her throat. “This for me?” Read the rest of this entry »