Quick NaNoWriMo update: My fingers were on fire yesterday. I hit 24,301 words yesterday! AND I finished the draft of Bad, Bad Girlfriend, which my editor is reading now.

Did I mention that I also finished the first chapter of the story you all helped me plot? The story is called Bad Moon Rising and my webmistress is designing a cover for it now. My plan is to have a newsletter out to you in the next two weeks. I have to thank you again for choosing a writer as the heroine. I had a blast putting my own thoughts in her head. Sexy, spooky things are happenin’ in Bayou Noir.

Last note. Tonight is my monthly live chat at the Fallen Angels chat room. It starts at 9 PM ET. Everyone is welcome, readers and writers. And you know I always bring bribes!

Oh! I have to tell you about the dream I had last night. I was alone in the house and heard noises from downstairs, then footsteps coming up and treading down the hallway. I cracked my eyes open to take a peek—a killer held a steak knife and was leaning over me…

Well I woke up about 4 AM, heart racing, and went back to sleep with a solution. As soon as the dream started, I ran to the kitchen and hid all the knives before heading back upstairs. Then I heard noises of someone rumaging below, the footsteps coming up the steps and down the hall to me. When I opened my dream eyes to look at the killer, the bastard had a fork in his hand.

Quick NaNoWriMo update: I made zero progress yesterday. My trip to the hairdresser turned into an all day ordeal because Nick was triple-booked. Today, nothing but hoop!

Writers are pathetic little recluses who live wonderful adventures in their own minds. Occasionally, we surface to meet with other like-minded people or for trips to the roller-derby for inspiration for a new story. But for the most part, we are parked in front of the computer, toiling endlessly to create stories we hope someone wants to read. (Feel sorry for me yet?)

Once in a while we get a little pat of the back. A note from a reader dying for a certain character’s story to be told. Or a compliment from an editor out of the blue. This is the one I received from an editor a couple of days ago, and I’ve been walking on air ever since.

“A very artful invention, partly taking off on Beauty and the Beast—it’s beautifully written, has all the fairy tale elements, has very smutty sex, and both a clever twist ending and a deeper moral.”

I think this editor is a very good writer herself/himself for managing to put “very smutty sex” and “a deeper moral” into the same sentence! This was in response to a short story I submitted to Cleis Press for their Fairtale Lust anthology. The payday is only $50.00, but that compliment made all the toil worthwhile.

Simple, needy little creatures are we writers.

Here’s a snippet from the opening of my “artful invention” called The Obedient Wife…

Once there was a miller who had no sons to work his mill or assure him comfort in his old age. His wife had died long ago giving him only a puny baby girl, whose worth didn’t become apparent until she blossomed into a woman.

To keep safe his only treasure, the miller locked her away inside their cottage while he considered how best to reap the rewards of his good fortune…

Ha! You hardly thought I’d give you more. It’s a SHORT story.

For love, a man will do anything, even betray his beloved to save her…

From Seriously Reviewed: “…The story line was enough to make my tummy tug during the parts when it should have and make my anger boil in others. When an author can deliver that kind of a punch with their words you know you have a winner…If you are like me and go for a non-traditional romance with a kick, I proudly offer this one up for your taste buds to devour.”

From Fallen Angels Reviews: “…KNIGHT OF MY DREAMS adds another chapter to Darcy and Quentin’s story that will shock readers with its unique twists of faith. Ms. Devlin continues this series with ultimate passion and powerful suspense…”

The winner of the signed copy of TO SERVE AND PROTECT will be announced at the bottom of this posting!

Quick NaNoWriMo update: I hit 21692 words yesterday! Okay, not terrific, but progress!! AND I finished edits on chapter one of the new free book I’m writing that you guys helped me plan, BAD MOON RISING.

Well, Knight of My Dreams is finally here. I hope you enjoy it! The story doesn’t always make you comfortable it’s that intense. My editor told me the writing is almost lyrical, and there is a satisfying end for the couple in jeapordy throughout the book. So hang tight.

And did I mention the sex is off the charts? 😆

For love, a man will do anything, even betray his beloved to save her…

Vampire Quentin Albermarle’s wife Darcy lies in a coma after being savaged by a werewolf. Fearing she might never awaken, or worse, that she will return a maddened beast, Quentin returns to the Cayman Islands seeking help from the one woman who might be able to save her.

A century and a half ago, this powerful vampire and witch seduced Quentin with magic and turned him into a vampire to provide herself a mate, but he freed himself from her spell and fled her influence, knowing he’d left behind a powerful enemy. Returning now, seeking Kamaria’s help, he must resist her attempts to enslave him again. However, the price she demands may cause him to lose the woman he loves.

Reader Advisory: The battle to save a loved one is sometimes sexual. It can be hard, uncompromising and not for the faint of heart.

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A sick and twisted passage here, but you know my MIKs always have a heavy dose of humor, action and a happy ever after…

Quentin slammed his forehead against the cool black-and-white tiles, hoping the pain and the scalding-hot water sliding over his skin would relax the hard-on the bitch had left him with. His balls felt impossibly full, his cock rigid to the point of agony.

Nothing seemed to dampen the painful arousal that had made the short walk from his bed to the shower stall seem unendurable.

Kamaria’s revenge was as devious and deviant as any he’d anticipated.
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A brand-spanking new compilation that includes Delilah’s Ride a Cowboy.

Katelyn Carter came to rural Texas to lick her wounds and start over after her failed marriage, but a sexy young cowboy seems determined to show her that love is still in the cards for this single librarian. Sheriff’s deputy Daniel Bodine answers a 911 call to remove a rattlesnake from his new neighbor’s bedroom. What he finds is an embarrassed Katelyn, dressed in little more than her pretty pink blushes. One little omission later, and he’s working for the lady as her handyman.

Burned once by a man, Katelyn fights her growing attraction but finds Daniel more temptation than she can resist. When he shows her he knows his way around a woman’s body as well as he does a hammer and a saw, she takes a walk on the nasty side, vainly hoping she can keep her heart free of entanglement.

For the rest of you, don’t cry. There’s still time to enter to win the signed copy of TO SERVE AND PROTECT!
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Quick NaNoWriMo update: I hit 20667 words yesterday!

I’m taking a break from the MIK-7 countdown, even though the book comes out tomorrow, to let you know that another book is available for purchase today! AND some lucky person who posts today will get a signed copy. I can say that because I just finished catching up on my contest mailings (thank god!), and don’t have a backlog that will intimidate me!

Cover’s nice, huh? You always see waxed chests on these things, but I like it au naturel! Anyway, this isn’t really a new release. It’s a new compilation, which includes my story Ride a Cowboy.

Later, I’ll update this posting to name yesterday’s SILVER BULLET winner and to name the person who’s getting the copy of KNIGHT OF MY DREAMS tonight!

Quick NaNoWriMo update: I hit 18,781 words yesterday! And I wrote the funniest scene I have in a long time. Ask me about it sometime—it has to do with a stripper and a set of pasties…

The sixth book in the series, Silver Bullet, released in March 2006 and introduces Max’s werewolf clan and his brother, Alec Weir. If you thought Max had a thing for vamps, just wait until you meet little brother. Be warned! This excerpt may make it seem like the sex isn’t truly consensual, but this couple has a history, and Alec understands her better than you may think, at first.

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From Fallen Angels Reviews: ”…You will be shocked, surprised, and crying before you get to the last page.”

From Romance Junkies: “…A paranormal experience reader’s won’t soon forget, with very sensual characters and a terrific plot…”

After the death of one of the members of the super-secret police unit aligned with the Vampire Council in southern Florida, werewolf Max Weir becomes the chief suspect. Sure a greater villain has used a were-clan’s hatred of vamps to strike against the unit, Max travels to the mountains of North Carolina to seek the truth and hopefully renew the centuries-old truce between the weres and vampires.

Alec Weir has a problem on his hands. The new sheriff on Dark Mountain must walk a fine line between upholding were-clan laws and saving his vamp-loving brother from certain death. Alec must find the traitor in the clan responsible for the attack on the vampires or watch his brother die. If that wasn’t enough, his chosen mate, Stasia McGwyre, seems to still hold a candle for Max.

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Note for Readers: You must be of legal age in your country of origin to read this excerpt.

With his hackles rising, Alec eyed his older brother, barely sparing a glance for the vampire at his side.

Is he so arrogant he thinks I won’t kill Garcia where he stands? Yeah, he knew who the vamp was—he’d shared a beer or two back in the days before Joe joined the fanged brotherhood. Before he’d become “the enemy”. But he could dust the bastard later. Instead, he narrowed his gaze at Max.

What was Max thinking, entering were territory when he’d aligned himself with the other camp? He’d fucked a vamp female and not by accident. He decided to cut him where it hurt. “Put the vamp in the pit,” he growled, looking over Max’s shoulder to his deputies.

“Back off!” Max glared behind him, halting the deputies, then shared a charged glance with his buddy.

That little look riled Alec even more. Max had chosen an enemy over family. “You aren’t in charge here,” he said, his voice low and lethal.

Max’s eyebrows lowered, and his shoulders bunched. “This isn’t about us. This isn’t about The Wars either. It’s bigger, little brother. We’ve come to ask your help.”
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