I am in dire need of a cup of coffee. A soon-to-be three-year-old woke me because her diaper needed changing. Yeah, three-year-old! And she knew where they were, which side faced front, then adjusted hers so it fit the way she liked. Does this girl need to be using the potty, or what? She’s been very stubborn.

And why am I the one changing her? Her mommy’s sick, so I spent the night. Strange bed + kitties purring and meowing in it = no sleep. Coffee.

I’m not very verbal first thing in the morning. So I will leave you with a question.

Have you left your Christmas/Holiday shopping ’til the last minute?
If so, what do you have left to buy?

Please remember, there are three contests ongoing at the moment. Check here for details:
*Win a copy of Best Erotic Romance (ends Dec 23rd)
*Win The Baby Dragon Incense Burner Contest (ends Dec 27th)
*Win a $25.00 Amazon.com certificate (ends Dec 27th)

My friend Lisa Renee Jones has the next Alluring Tales: Night Moves story ready for you to enjoy!

A witch after his secret. A wolf after her pleasure.

Nico Moore is the leader of of The Werewolf Society’s elite Royal Guard. Aylia Richardson is the witch who calls to the beast in Nico, but destiny has also made her the keeper of a gift that threatens the very existence of his race. To destroy this gift will destroy this woman…the only one he has ever dared to call ‘mate’.

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Aylia was standing outside Nico’s hotel room, willing herself to knock, when Nico opened the door and pulled her inside. Suddenly, she was against the wall, and he was pressed against her, his fingers threading through her hair, dragging her mouth to his.

“Now we talk,” he said, his breath warm on her lips.

“This isn’t talking,” she panted, telling herself to push him away, but melting into him instead.

“Foreplay to conversation,” he said, closing his mouth over hers.

Aylia moaned as his tongue stroked hers, as a year of needing him and missing him tore through her. She couldn’t fight this, didn’t even try. She wrapped her arms around his neck, arching into him, craving the feel of his hard body against hers; the sanctuary he’d always been to her.

He growled low in his throat, deepening the kiss, the taste of him – spicy, male, erotic – driving her wild.

His hands slid down her waist, one shoving her skirt up, caressing her backside and then cupping it, pulling her against the hard ridge of his erection.

She pressed her hands under his shirt, seeking skin, seeking that ultimate connection, the freedom of barriers, the escape from everything that had gone wrong between them, everything that still could. She just needed him.

Thanks so much, Delilah, for letting me take over your blog today. I’m Randi Alexander, I write cowboy erotic romances, and I’m a co-blogger with Delilah at Wild and Wicked Cowboys. We will also be published together in the Cowboy Lust anthology coming from Cleis Press in fall, 2012.

One of my readers sent me this story, and asked me to pass it along. It’s about a young man named Matt whose Christmas story gives us a picture of life on a ranch in 1881. I loved the story, and I hope you’ll enjoy it, too.

Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.

It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn’t been enough money to buy me the rifle that I’d wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible.

After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn’t in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn’t get the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn’t figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn’t worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. “Come on, Matt,” he said. “Bundle up good, it’s cold out tonight.” I was really upset then. Not only wasn’t I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We’d already done all the chores, and I couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one’s feet when he’d told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn’t know what. Read the rest of this entry »

While my sister, Myla Jackson, visited me this weekend, she informed me that I’m a hoarder—that my office is cram-jammed packed with too many dragons, faeries and JUNK.

“Too many dragons?” I gasped. “How’s that possible?”

She shook her head, gaze sad, and said, “Face it. You have a sickness. How can you work with so much chaos all around you?”

“Chaos? What do you mean?” So what if I have books stacked two rows deep and a lovely collection of dragons and faeries and miscellaneous pretties.

She rolled her eyes, grabbed my wrist to hold up my hand, and said, “Repeat after me: Hi, I’m Delilah Devlin and I’m a hoarder.”

Well, sis, I do not have a compulsive disorder. I can too shed myself of some of my treasures without getting breathless with panic. (Besides, I have a green one of these precious little baby dragons!)

The Baby Dragon Incense Burner Contest

What do you have to do to win?
Post a comment—here or on my Facebook FAN page.

This contest lasts until December 27th, so there are plenty of chances to enter!

For those of you who will no doubt ask, the cup comes from Christi’s Gifts & Consignments, 870-230-1877. And yes, she can order more!

And so you have a reason to comment today, here’s a question:

Are you a hoarder, too? If so, of what?

The winner (by random number generator) of the Dragon with a Cup of Joe Contest is…Penny K! Penny, congratulations, and email me with your address!

**Just one day left to enter to win a Dragon and a Cup of Joe**

I have a brand-spanking-new Facebook Fan Page!!!! What’s that, you say? I can’t explain it, except to say that the fan page will allow me to reach more people than my personal page which is nearing capacity. I am switching to the Fan Page and will slowly wean readers from my personal page by offering bribes to make the change. I’ll be running a contest, very shortly, that only the folks who have “Liked” my page are eligible to enter. There will be a Kindle Fire and a slew of smaller prizes up for grabs!

So what do you have to do? 1) Click the Fan Page link. 2) Click the “Like” button. Simple as that.

So what’s up today? I have to start a new story today. Have to,  have to! Or rather finish the one I already have started. You’ve seen the cover:

Help me figure out what the story’s about!

Is it contemporary or medieval, or contemporary with a medieval feel? I started it in the present, where there’s a mysterious man who has reconstructed his European castle here in American. Does that work for you?

It’s a given there will be a ménage, but what flavor of ménage do you want? m/m/f or m/f/m?

My young, aspiring reporter is a virgin. How can that be?

Ready for the challenge?

Please remember, there are three contests ongoing at the moment. Check here for details: 
*Win a Dragon and a Cup of Joe (ends Dec 20th)
*Win a copy of Best Erotic Romance (ends Dec 23rd)
*Win a $25.00 Amazon.com certificate (ends Dec 27th)

The garage sale is over! For now. We made a whole whopping $150.00! Guess right before Christmas isn’t the best time to do one. We froze our butts off for two days and ransacked the closets of this new old house. Every time I went looking for things to put out, I found something I wanted, so it went into my stack. 🙂

My sis, Myla Jackson, kept me and the Red-Headed Hellion company part of the time. And since sis is still here, I better mosey on down to spend some time with her! So while I’m visiting with family, you can answer a question:

What body part are you most attracted to?

Thought since this week’s theme was winter, you might like to see the opening of my best-selling winter story. Enjoy meeting the guys!

“…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 Stars, Stefani Clayton, Just Erotic Romance

“…Saddled is heart-stopping and fascinating!!!!!!!…”
5 Stars, Heather, Vixen Reviews

“…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.”
4.5 Blue Ribbons, Crissy, Romance Junkies

Slippery when naked…

When Bobby Blackhawk and Cale Yancey see a car slide off the highway and into an icy creek, they’ve got only minutes to get the beautiful driver out alive. And only one way to save her from hypothermia: take her to their isolated cabin, get naked…and hope like hell that when she wakes up, she doesn’t scream the place down.

Katherine Duvall opens her eyes in a strange bed, and the tingles flooding her body aren’t entirely due to restored circulation. She’s snuggled between two handsome men, one a gruff, gentle giant, the other a sexy, playful Native American. Having just left her fiancé romping with another woman, she’s not quite as shocked as she might have been.

In fact, these two lonesome cowboys could be the perfect bookends to satisfy her hunger for revenge and bolster her dented self esteem. It’s not long before their raging hormones are melting the snow on the cabin roof.

To their surprise, they find something else is melting, too. Their hearts…

Bobby Blackhawk shook his head as the taillights of the little Beemer just ahead flashed red again through the falling snow. Sure enough, as soon as the driver crunched the brakes, the tail end of the car began to slide on the snow-covered ice.

“She’s gonna go right into the river if she keeps that up,” Cale Yancey muttered beside him.

They’d been following the car for the last ten miles, inching down the lonely highway. They’d already figured out the car wasn’t using snow chains, and the driver was too stupid to know she was skirting on the edge of real trouble.

“Why are you so sure it’s a woman?” Bobby asked.

“Can’t drive worth a damn.” Read the rest of this entry »