Hot Highlanders and Wild Warriors edited by Delilah Devlin - Spotlight and Giveaway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. A randomly drawn commenter will receive:

$50 Amazon Gift Card
Signed copy of Smokin’ Hot Firemen edited by Delilah Devlin
Free ebook: Jarrod Bancroft Book II by Lizzie Ashworth
Signed copy of Duty and Desire: Military Erotic Romance provided by Connie Wilkins
MJ Fredrick will provide a free copy of one of her western books, print or ebook—reader’s choice
Signed copy of Wild, Wild Women of the West by Layla Chase
$5 Amazon gift card from Susannah Chapin
Signed copy of The General's Wife: An American Revolutionary Tale by Regina Kammer

Men devoting themselves to their true love through the art of courtly love is the ultimate in romance. Hot Highlanders and Wild Warriors is filled with wild knights and Scottish warriors whose courage on the battlefield is outmatched only by their ardor for their ladyloves! Readers will unleash their fantasies of olden days where men wearing heavy armor or thick tartans sent a spirited young maiden’s (or lonely widow’s) heart fluttering. These bravehearts were prized for their physical strength and men were judged for their fierce loyalty and unshakeable honor. Crusaders, highlanders, Normans and Saxons, tournament fighters, vikings, and hunky Mongols astride stallions in search of adventure and love all populate the pages of this steamy read.

“Pleasure in Surrender” by Delilah Devlin
After the lady of the keep bars her gates to the barbarian the king commands she wed, the half-Viking knight scales the walls of her heart

“Wicked” by Susannah Chapin
The strong-willed daughter of a Scottish Laird learns it isn’t her surrender her father’s most powerful but wounded warrior craves

“The Keeper of the Keys” by Axa Lee
A Briton queen learns to lay aside the household keys of her responsibilities and ask her Saxon warlord husband for what she craves

“The Maiden’s Kiss” by Layla Chase
A Viking warrior tempts fate and his own control when an Icelandic maiden asks to be tutored in the art of kissing

“My Loveliest Vision” by Renee Luke Despite a daunting affliction, the lady of the keep will protect her father’s holdings from a resolute knight come to claim what he was promised

“The Invasion of Nefyn” by Lizzie Ashworth
A Briton woman risks rape and death at the hands of invading Saxons in hopes of a visit from her warrior husband

“The Promise of Memory” by Regina Kammer
A Roman slave finds freedom in fantasies of a knight in the imperial guard—a warrior who evokes memories of a long lost love

“On My Honor” by Beatrix Ellroy
When a wounded knight is offered sanctuary by a widowed healer, the pleasure she also offers may strain his honor

“A Hawk in Flight” by Connie Wilkins
The Lady of Aragotsotn paid tribute to the Mongol conqueror to save her people, but her falcon-fierce heart remains undefeated—though it might be won

“To Love a King’s Man” by Emma Jay
At the Highland Games of 1589, a young widow risks all for a chance to win the love of a bastard favored by the king

“The Bodyguard” by Jacqueline Brocker
As a ninja stalks through the palace corridors, the daughter of a samurai lord is drawn to her wounded, pensive bodyguard

“Broken Vows” by Anya Richards
A marriage of convenience leads to most inconvenient desires and a threat to one knight’s immortal soul

“Poetry and Amber” by Axa Lee
A mighty passion ignites along the Volga River between a Celtic witch and the Rus king to whom she’s been traded

“The Squire” by Cela Winter
While traveling in France, a knight’s secretive new squire makes him question everything he knows about himself

Enjoy an excerpt from “Wicked” by Susannah Chapin:

Drawing near, Isobell feasted on the taut lines of his belly, the thin line of hair disappearing beneath the sheet, and lower to the angry twisted scar bisecting his thigh from groin to knee.

Her gasp was soft but not soft enough. In a motion so fast Isobell didn’t have time to scream, Lachlan pinned her to the wall, his massive forearm across her chest and a dirk at her throat. Panic gripped her in its iron fist, her shallow breaths doing nothing to tame her blackening vision.

He was going to kill her.

As quickly as the fury came, it receded, recognition dawning across Lachlan’s steel-gray eyes. “Isobell?” His voice was ragged with disuse. “Christ, what are ye doing here?”

She swallowed hard as the dirk’s cool blade left her skin. Trembling fingers flew to her neck, her elbow grazing his naked torso. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, and a sheen of cold sweat dotted her face and chest.

There was barely a hairbreadth between his naked body and hers. His masculine scent wrapped around her, drowning her in desire.

She gathered her nerve, squared her shoulders and peered up at him. “I’m here to bring ye back.”

“Is it yer da? Does he need me?” He reached to the side for his plaid draped over a chair, ready in a heartbeat to serve her father. Never a moment’s fear or doubt, just unshakable loyalty, bone-deep bravery.

Isobell reached to still his fingers with hers. “Nay, it isna my da.”

He straightened, towering over her. Long and lean, built for power and speed. A deadly combination of brains and brawn. Confusion knit his brow. “Then why are ye here? Ye shouldna be sneaking around the castle at night.”

Her practiced speeches were tendrils of fog she couldn’t quite grasp under his icy gaze. What had she planned to say? Use me in any way necessary to feel alive again? What manner of idiot was she?

“Isobell.” He touched her chin, tipping it until she met his eyes.

Something dark and liquid pooled in her belly.

“I think ye should leave now, lass,” he said, his voice tinged with anger.

She stiffened her back, grasped the fleeing strings of her frayed courage and infused her tone with all the authority she could muster. “I brought ye water and soap. There’s a clean shirt and food, too. Wash up and I’ll change yer sheets.” She brushed past him and stripped the sheets, the weight of his gaze on her.

Water splashed in the basin just before he spoke. “Leave the sheets. I’ll do the bed.”

“Nay. Let me tend ye.” Isobell avoided his nakedness as she dumped the dirty bedclothes outside the chamber door. She’d give him privacy. For now.

“I dinna need tending, lass,” he said, irritation in his curt words. “I’m a grown man, ye ken?”

The edge in his tone was sharp enough to sever her tender resolve, but Isobell refused to bleed. “I’m not sure of that. It didna look like ye were caring of yerself, sleeping in filth and refusing to leave yer room.”

“And what would ye know of it?” he spat.

“I know ye lay in here, day and night. I know ye stopped riding, stopped hunting. Ye pay the maids to bring yer food but won’t let them help ye wash. Ye came back from battle a ghost of who ye were.” She paused, her fingers bunching in the fresh sheets. “The most frightening part is that ye were little more than a ghost when ye left. Ye’re ashamed of yer leg, of yer limp, so ye push everyone away. People talk about ye, Lachlan. They whisper things.”

The heat of him pressed against her back. His warm breath caressed her neck as he spoke low and deadly. “And what do they say about me, sweet Bell? Tell me, so I can show ye how true it is.”

About the Editor:Delilah Devlin is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance. She has published over a hundred thirty erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths, and is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Harlequin Spice, HarperCollins: Mischief, Kensington, Montlake, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing. In May 2014, she adds Grand Central to her list of publishers when Her Only Desire releases!

Her short stories have appeared in multiple Cleis Press collections, including Lesbian Cowboys, Girl Crush, Fairy Tale Lust, Lesbian Lust, Passion, Lesbian Cops, Dream Lover, Carnal Machines, Best Erotic Romance (2012), Suite Encounters, Girl Fever, Girls Who Score, Duty and Desire and Best Lesbian Romance of 2013. For Cleis Press, she edited 2011’s Girls Who Bite, and 2012’s She Shifters and Cowboy Lust. In 2013, she added Smokin’ Hot Firemen and High Octane Heroes.

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Lost Souls by Delilah Devlin - Virtual Book tour and giveaway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Delilah will be awarding a handmade pendant (made by her—examples here: http://pinterest.com/delilahdevlin/things-i-ve-made/) and a signed ARC of the prequel book, Shattered Souls to a randomly drawn commenter at every stop. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Delilah chose to share five things with us that are not common knowledge... I hope you enjoy her list as much as I did!

Five Things We Might Not Know About Delilah Devlin

Five? Hmmm... Let me think...

1) Well, I’m ex-Army. Did you know that? I spent over 14 years active duty and then another 7 in the Guard. I was in the Middle East during Desert Storm. I entered the Army on a whim—and because a really cute Captain sat with me in the student union and flirted with me long enough to get me to sign up for some ROTC classes. I was hooked—on the uniform and the adventure. What other college kids got to rappel and orienteer on weekends? The fact I was really good at everything helped keep me hyped. I was an expert marksman, top of the class in academics, and I was made the battalion commander of our unit—the first female ever to make that rank. When it came time to sign on for real, I said I’d go active—if they sent me to Europe. I did grow up, eventually. War and hard work can take the shine off the adventure, but I’ll never regret everything I learned.

2) I’m a hoarder—of all things supernatural/mythological—books, paintings, toys, statues, fortune-telling teacups... I have to have my “props” around me when I write.

3) I dabble in everything I read about. I read tarot cards (takes me forever!), interpret runes, read tea leaves, scry, draw down the moon, cast spells... If I can’t make it real for me, how will it feel real to you? And I love to learn and try new things. I’m a perpetual student of the occult and all religious persuasions. I’m “eclectic” that way. What I try and enjoy or gives me a “spark” becomes mine, whether it’s Asatru or Buddhist. Oh, and my tarot cards are The Sun and The World. When I hold an entire deck and ask for just one card to tell me where I am, those are the cards I pull most consistently.

4) I live in alternate worlds.

I used to be married. I think the thing that killed the romance for me was one day when I mentioned how hard I found it to concentrate at work when my other world came knocking. My husband gave me this sharp-eyed look and asked me what the hell I meant. I told him about the daydream I’d been having for a week. Walking between meetings, I’d sink into that other world. Driving home, I was always surprised when I pulled into the driveway—because I’d been somewhere else. He told me he thought I had a screw loose because he didn’t daydream—at all. Unless he was walking through a problem in his mind, he wasn’t pulled into his imagination. I never knew that there were people who didn’t live in alternate universes.

5) I work in a basement office with no windows—and I love my writer’s cave. It’s filled with everything I need—my props and my coffee pot. Books fill the shelves on two walls. Office supplies (a fetish of mine) fill another wall. My corner desk is large and cram-jam-packed with pens, my snail collection, an ushabti, a crystal ball, a gemstone skull, white rabbit bookends that enclose the books on my current must read list, my purple leather Filofax, my Pez ménage (Snow White, Iron Man, Cinderella) and my carnelian tree (for creative energy). My coffee cup tree is overfilled with cups that mean something to me and my filing cabinets is decorated with magnets from places I’ve traveled. On top of the filing cabinet is my dancing James Brown doll, who sings “I Feel Good” at the tap of a button, a paper-mache shark swallowing a man (or woman, sometimes, I think she’s me!), and an assortment of candles and incense burners. My cave resonates with energy. All I have to do is breach the portal in the morning, and my mind is jettisoned to another place.

Now are you convinced I’m crazy? I think writers have to be in order to be intensely creative. We’re schizophrenic in a productive way. :)

Fan favorite Delilah Devlin delivers her second paranormal romantic thriller featuring unforgettable heroine, Caitlyn O’Connell. This time, the psychic PI joins her police detective ex-husband to find a demon pulling women into the past to commit their murders in a seedy Memphis hotel.

Private Investigator Caitlyn O’Connell is tapped by Memphis PD to discover who has been using a Memphis hotel as his killing ground. Women are going missing, and their bodies are found inside the walls of the hotel. But the bodies themselves? They appear to have been murdered in the distant past. With ghosthunters and cops crawling all over the crime scene, Cait and her detective ex-husband Sam Pierce race to find the demon responsible before he kills again.

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 Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Harlequin Spice, Kensington, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.

Website: http://www.delilahdevlin.com/
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