We have a winner! Congrats to Pam Howell for winning one of Delilah’s books!
A big welcome to Delilah Devlin! Devlin and I are in a writing group together (along with a few other Magical Musings’ bloggers). Once a week, we recap what we accomplished the previous week. When I read Delilah’s recaps, I’m amazed by all that she’s done. She writes for more than one publisher, plus she’s putting together anthologies, and she self-publishes. She swears she has no clones, but I wonder…
Thanks so much for having me today! It’s funny. I have my own very active blog, and when I’m blogging there, I open up the page and start writing. I love having little conversations with readers. Love asking questions, because the answers are always so much fun. However, when I venture out to other people’s blogs, I sit here with my fingers poised over the keyboard and my mind goes blank. Like when someone with a microphone sticks it in front of your face and says, “Say something.” That’s how I am right now, deer in the headlights look on my face. Say something? Wha–?”
I do have a new book out this week, LAYING DOWN THE LAW. One I’d love for readers to find. If you’re not into the sexcapades stories I often write, this one might be the story for you (don’t worry, it is still very, very sexy!), but the plot isn’t focused around the sex. This time, my heroine is on the run after she’s implicated in a bank robbery. The robbery isn’t the last of the dangers she will face. And the hero? If you love cowboy-sheriffs with a stubborn streak a mile wide, but a heart that melts like butter for the right woman, well, this is a hero to sigh over.
If you leave a comment today, I’ll draw a name. One lucky person will win their choice of any of my backlisted, downloadable books!
Seeking sanctuary could be the hottest mistake she ever made.
LAYING DOWN THE LAW, The TripleHorn Brand, Book 1
A lifetime ago, Zuri Prescott kicked the dirt off her boots and ditched her small-time small town for the glam city life—and lived to regret it. When she’s framed for a bank job, she lights out for home, seeking refuge with her old high school sweetheart while she figures out her next steps. Only she discovers that the boy she left behind is the last man she should trust.
Sheriff Colt Triplehorn knows trouble when he sees it, especially when it comes in the form of a familiar trespasser, caught naked between an angry bull and her underwear. Sure she’s up to her usual no good, he grants her sanctuary at his ranch—the better to keep an eye on her, and purge her from his system once and for all.
Reconnection is sweet and hot, but the heat can’t hide the truth. When Colt inevitably finds out what Zuri’s running from, it’s too late to put the fire out, and he’s got a career-compromising choice on his hands. Follow the letter of the law, or follow his heart.
Product Warnings: When a sheriff captures the girl who got away, expect revenge so hot it leaves brands on two lonely hearts…
She’d landed on her knees, her pantyhose shredding on impact—the long, fat ladder that rippled up her thigh as strangely upsetting as the masked man behind her who grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to face the security alarm.
She’d pressed the buttons on the key pad, disarming the premises alarm and dropped her hands. But another nudge of hard steel against her back, and his hushed, “The vault alarm too, sweetheart,” had her punching a second set of numbers before he hustled her around the corner toward the vault, out of sight of her manager who waited in the parking lot for the all-clear signal.
The vault operated on a timer. At any other time of day, she wouldn’t have been able to open it—a fact that didn’t register until later. She’d spun the two combination locks, heard the inner mechanisms clang as they released, and he’d reached around her to grab the lever and push it down. The large steel door swung open.
The thief had shoved her through the anteroom with security deposit boxes lining both walls, heading straight for the locked door at the rear. Again, he’d waited while she found the key and opened the door, then shoved the mesh interior gate inward.
Forcing her to her knees, he’d wrapped her wrists and ankles in duct tape, and pulled a hood over her head.
Then she’d been left to shiver on the floor, listening to the sounds he made as she followed him in her mind through the gate while he scooped stacks of cash into a bag. One side only. Later, the assistant manager pointed out that the thief must have been timing himself, a real pro, because he’d skipped the temptation of pausing to finish the sweep.
Less than five minutes had passed since they’d entered. Another two and the manager would call the police.