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Sunday, July 8, 2012

Guest Post/Excerpt/Giveaway - Delilah Devlin - Delta Heat - Fournicopia



Fournicopia
Delilah Devlin

Gus Taggert knows a setup when he sees one. The doughnut shop his police officer buddies have sent him to, Cornucopia, is too frilly. Too pink. Then the woman behind the counter serves up a mini-lesson in submission that leaves him ready and willing to obey her order to see her tonight at La Forge BDSM club. 


The large, burly cop is exactly the kind of alpha guy that newly minted Domme Aislinn Darby has been dying to tie up and spank. Yet after she puts him through his paces, she finds herself eager to let him take control—something she’s never before enjoyed with a man. 


Determined to find out once and for all if she has what it takes to control a scene, she orders him up for one more go. Only this time, she intends to ensure he remembers who’s in charge. She’s even willing to offer a little bribe: accept her dictates, and his reward is her—any way he wants her. 


Except when it’s time for payback, it comes with several twists she never saw coming. 


Warning: When a male sub decides to turn the tables on his pretty Domme, he calls for backup from his best friends. Contains scenes with m/m/f, m/f/m, f/f, spanking, restraints, and an orgy of pleasure no woman can resist.

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Guest Post
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I like titles. Sometimes, I’m lucky enough to hit upon a title that spins the whole story. Five Ways ‘Til Sunday and its sequel, Fournicopia, are two prime examples.

Not that I didn’t know before I started that the stories would revolve around a group of guys, best friends, who happened to Memphis cops. But really, that’s all I had when I started. That, and an idea of a countdown, a smorgasbord of wicked delights, where each man met his match, plucked by love one at a time.

In Five Ways, I had the title, then happened to glance at my personal “vision board” where my bucket list is pinned. Mine includes all the places I want to see, the family experiences I want to share before I die. But what about sexual experiences? Could my heroine have her own naughty little bucket list? From there, the story wrote itself.

Fournicopia came from me doodling titles on a piece of paper. What could I use that had the word “four” in it. Well, none that satisfied me. Then a slip of the tongue as I was playing with words, gave me the idea. Fournicopia—a morphing of “cornucopia” (a horn of plenty—now there’s a visual!) and “fornication”...

I never said I was into subtle.


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Excerpt
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Gus Taggert knew it was a cliché. A cop in a doughnut shop. The officers waiting for him to arrive for the sergeant’s morning meeting didn’t like making the run because of the inevitable roll of the eyes or smartass grin they’d get standing in line.

However, he didn’t mind being the “doughnut guy”. The plus for being the brunt of any jokes was that he ate for free. That was okay with him. He took any pointed looks or lame jokes in stride. He was an affable guy. Hard to rile.

He’d learned long ago to stifle his anger and look for the good in people, even when they messed up. Being oversized and strong, he’d always had to be more careful throwing his weight around. People could get hurt, and that wasn’t why he’d been drawn to law enforcement. He wasn’t a bully in a uniform.

Gus liked being a cop. Liked what it stood for. Loved the dark navy uniform and the camaraderie of his brother cops. He didn’t mind that his closest buds were all moving on to bigger and better things. He liked being a beat cop. Liked patrolling the neighborhood he lived in and getting to know the people he protected.

His father had been a small-town cop, and his father before him had been the sheriff of their little Arkansas berg. But then his mom had moved to Memphis—not because she’d wanted to, but because when his mom and dad divorced, she’d wanted to start fresh where everyone didn’t know her business and didn’t whisper to her ex about who she was seeing next.

Gus had missed his old school and friends, but had a natural gift for making new ones. That he was big and brawny, quick on his feet despite his size, had made him a natural for the football team.

And that’s where he’d met Jackson Teague and Craig Eason, who surprisingly enough wanted to be cops, too, when they graduated.

They’d all gone to college together, applied for the police academy and been accepted. That’s where they’d met the remaining members of their current posse, Beau McIntyre and Mondo Acevedo.

So, Gus was never lonely. He had his peeps, a job he loved, a city that kept him on his toes. And today, he was on his way to explore a new doughnut shop.

Mondo, although now in vice and no longer attending the station-house morning meetings, had given him a roll of bills the night before. “Treat the guys to doughnuts. On me.”

Gus had glanced at the roll. “This is too much.”

“Not for the place I want you to go.”

He should have known from the gleam in Mondo’s dark brown eyes that something was up, but Gus liked to think the best of people. Maybe Mondo really did just want to treat the guys to something special.

Well, it was special all right. Not like any doughnut shop Gus had ever seen before. He stood on the street in front of the small store front, eyeing the painted glass window with its pink awning, and felt the first rumbles of misgiving.

Cornucopia. He’d had to Google it the night before to get the address and see what the name meant. A horn of plenty. A familiar Thanksgiving ornament. But there weren’t ears of corn or squashes spilling from the dark pink horn painted on the glass. Doughnuts looking like Christmas presents, painted with ribbons and sparkling with stars, spilled from the mouth of the horn.

All the pink and frothy cuteness made him itch. However, he’d been given a wad of cash and a mission to buy a couple dozen doughnuts from this specific shop. For once, his face burned at the idea.

Hitching up his utility belt, he blew out a deep breath that billowed his cheeks, and pushed the glass door. A bell at the top tinkled.

Inside, the shop was pretty much what he’d expected—pale purple tiled flooring, white-painted iron bistro tables, boxes decorated in frou-frou paper and ribbons stacked at one end of the sparkling clean glass-front counter.

Thankfully, the shop was empty. Maybe he could back out, say it’d been closed when he came by, and he could hit a Dunkin’ Donuts on the way to the station house.

As soon as he’d made up his mind to leave, he heard a stirring from the back, and rather than be caught with one foot still on the sidewalk outside like he was scared to come in, he stepped through the door and held the bell so it didn’t chime again.

“Have a thing for bells?” came a husky feminine voice.
His gaze darted back to the counter, his cheeks filling with heat. A woman stood there, every bit as pretty and dainty as her little shop, with dark red hair, pale-as-dinner-china white cheeks and large brown eyes. The kind of woman he avoided like the plague because he always felt like a lumbering bear beside them.

What had she asked? Oh, yeah, the bells. He didn’t have a thing for them, he’d only wanted to be quiet and not charge into the place like a bull in a china shop. “No, ma’am.”

“That’s a nice start,” she said, her voice dropping again into a sexy, shivering whisper.

Gus’s cheeks burned hotter, because he knew she’d just made a joke and he didn’t understand it. Further, meeting her amused gaze proved surprisingly difficult. He had the urge to duck his head. To wait for permission to come closer.

Her amusement faded. “Come in, officer,” she said with brisk efficiency. “Can I help you with something?”

He cleared his throat, scuffed his boots on the doormat, like that was why he’d paused coming in, and stepped deeper inside the shop. “I’m just here to buy some doughnuts.”

“I don’t sell just doughnuts.” Her voice sharpened.

Had he insulted her somehow? He came closer to the counter. “They’re pretty doughnuts.”

“I’m a trained pastry chef. These are gourmet doughnuts.”

Like he’d said, they were pretty, but he didn’t get what it was she expected him to say. He thrust his hand into his pocket and took out the roll of bills Mondo had given him. “Mondo said you’d fix me up.”

“Mondo…” Her eyes sparkled for a moment, then narrowed. “Show me which you’re interested in.”

He reached out to point at one confection sitting on a tray atop the glass counter. The doughnut looked more like a pretty cupcake and was covered in glaze with star-shaped silver beads glinting on the top. “Some of these?”

Her hand shot out and slapped the top of his. Not hard, but the loud crack it made startled him. “Ma’am?” he asked, startled she’d dared smack an officer of the law.
Delilah says...
 I’m happy to offer up either the first book in the Delta Heat Series or one of my backlisted downloadble Samhain books to one person. Just tell me what would you name one of the books in the series? Don’t forget I’m counting down. Five Ways ‘Til Sunday, Fournicopia,…….

Thanks for stopping by and I hope you’ll check out my books if you haven’t already.

Delilah
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Until recently, award-winning romance author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she’s missing the wide-open skies and starry nights but loving her dark forest in Central Arkansas, with its eccentric characters and isolation—the better to feed her hungry muse!
For Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines, because it’s comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war and many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring her to the place where she is now—writing sexy adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.
Delilah Devlin is a prolific and award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. Whether creating dark, erotically-charged paranormal worlds or richly descriptive historical stories that ring with authenticity, Delilah Devlin “pens in uncharted territory that will leave the readers breathless and hungering for more…” (Paranormal Reviews) Ms. Devlin has published over 100 erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths.
She is published by Avon, Black Lace, Kensington, Harlequin, Atria/Strebor, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing, and in 2011, Berkley.

Giveaway:
First ebook in the Delta Heat Series or one of her backlisted downloadable ebook from Samhain


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19 comments:

  1. What a way to start! I'm tickled picturing that cop holding the bell so it doesn't ring again.

    I would think the title of a book would be a very personal thing to do; like naming a child. So, here goes: Plus One or None.

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  2. I have absolutely no idea for the title of a book! I'm not that creative! Um, how about Twosome Trouble or Triplicate.

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  3. Don't worry if you think the idea is dumb. All mine start out pretty lame, I just need an idea to spark a better one! Thanks for playing, ladies!

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  4. Hmm....well, I'm totally wanting this book. :) Love the premise.

    Titles are so hard for me. If they don't hit like a bolt of lightning, I struggle for weeks.

    Tri Me, Tie Me? (okay, that's just making me giggle)
    Two Hot

    Okay, I'm going to post this, but, OY, I'm so not good at this. Hopefully the suggestions, lame as they are, help get the juices flowing!

    :)

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  5. Hahaa! So I'm just on your website, and saw that you have a book called Two Hot! :)

    Guess it's not as bad as I'm convincing myself it is. LOL.

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  6. I loved the excerpt...can't wait to read it.
    lorimeehan1@aol.com

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  7. How about Triple Sundae. I've cream and topping can sure be fun.

    mythic021@gmail.com

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  8. Jennifer! LOL! Tri Me, Tie Me made me giggle too! And yeah, great minds think alike.

    Lori! Glad you enjoyed it, hon!

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  9. Jennifer! Just the visual--a cover with three dicks line up, topped with scoops of ice cream! HeHe

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  10. Delilah I love your writing, the excerpt from this book made sure I had to have it :O)
    I have to tell you I am on pain meds so my ideas are making myself giggle but probably no one else.
    with that disclaimer: I figured you had 4 and 5 so I would start with
    #6- sex sex sex the number of the (horny)beast
    #7- heaven seven
    #8- sa-eight me
    ok I am stopping before I make a complete ass of myself LOL
    Carin mawmom(@)gmail.com

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  11. Carin!!! I'm laughinng!! Love the number of the horny beast.

    Braine! It's catchy, right? :)

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  12. Hello Delilah,

    I'm such a HUGE Fan, I LOVE your writing & have so many of your Books...but I can't believe I missed your Delta Heat Series. I would very much appreciate the opportunity to be considered in your giveaway for the 1st Book in your Delta Heat Series, "Five Ways ‘Til Sunday". Thank You.

    I'm not very creative when it comes to thinkiing up titles, but I'll give it a try, they're probably corny, but here goes...
    Double Take Down
    Double DARE
    Locked n’ Triple Loaded
    Triple Troopers
    Triple Trouble

    Ok that's all I have :) Take Care Delilah & Stay Naughty,
    PaParanormalFan (Renee’ S.)
    paranormalromancefan at yahoo dot com

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  13. How about Third Times a Charm?

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  14. I like Three Play or Triple Poke. lol
    Two-Fer Do Her.
    I loved the excerpt.
    luvfuzzzeeefaces at yahoo dot com

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  15. LOL You are all really making me smile with these ideas! Thanks everyone for coming by, and thanks to you, Delilah for such a great post and topic!

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  16. Ooh now I really want to read this book! Thanks for the opportunity and happy touring!

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  17. Triple Crowns! I don't think that will work for you but i like the imagery!

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