Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Fournicopia is Out!


By Delilah Devlin 
(my sister!)

From the description of the story below, you might think I love my job. You’d be soooo right. And don’t get me wrong, being a writer is a job—but it’s also a calling. Before I discovered my true calling, I thought everyone walked around with an alternate universe they escaped inside whenever they had a free moment from real life.

Sure, I operated in the real world, and successfully so for the most part, but whenever I had a moment to myself, I opened the door to that next plane. I intermingled with the people in my head, watched their lives unfold, participated in their journeys, and sometimes took a starring role.

My other life was intricately evolved, a world with its own rules I had to abide by, and whenever real life pulled me away, I stepped back into the same time and place I left and continued that story until it was time to move on to the next new world.

So you know, either I’m schizophrenic, or I was made to be a writer.

Take a peek inside one of my other worlds. 

Forget the sugar. Send her the spice.

Delta Heat, Book 2

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. 


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.


Rachel said...

Congratulations on being two places at once! Happy Release Day!

Betty Hamilton said...

I am awed at writer's ability to create "alternate" realities. I have such a dull imagination that I really have no idea what it would be like to be able to create whole new worlds in your mind. What an awesome gift you have.

Delilah Devlin said...

Rachel and Betty! Thanks for dropping by! You're entered. And I hope you'll check my naughty BDSM tale out!

StacieD said...

It must be so satisfying to finally get to do what you love. The fact that writing stories took up every spare minute when you had other jobs just shows you were meant to be a writer. Congratulations on the new release and finding your dream job!

Geishasmom73 at yahoo dot com

Masha said...

I've missed your stories! Have to go get this one. This cop is so cute. Your alternate realities are always populated by the most vivid characters.

Delilah Devlin said...

Stacie! Thank you, ma'am!

Masha! I have a story I'd love to give you for review. It won't be out until January 8, but I think it's right up your alley...

Also, if you'd like a look at She Shifters, I could send you a copy of that as well...

Cathy M said...

Hi Delilah,

I love your little twist to the usual dom/sub roles. I am going to have to snag the first book of this sexy series.

caity_mack at yahoo dot com

ELF said...

Thanks for the vivid word picture, hmm, now I want some gourmet donuts!
Good luck with all of the new releases.

Carin said...

Congrats on your new book!

Susan W. said...

Happy Release Day! I am so glad you brought your other worlds out for us to enjoy also!


Vanessa N. said...

Congrats! Love the excerpt. Definitely adding this series to my wishlist.


Jen B. said...

Congrats on the new releases. I am looking forward to reading them. jepebATverizonDOTnet

LKF said...

I'm one of your biggest fans. In awe at your ability to write amazing stories. Loved the excerpt and will have to own this one.
Congrats on your release.

Alicia Devereaux said...

Reading the excerpt makes me glad I already bought it. There are just some things you buy without reading first. knowing this was book two placed it in that category.

Anonymous said...

Happy Release Day -I love Tag let me have him for a few hours--he'll be a happy camper when I am done.

Delilah Devlin said...

The winner of the free download of any of my backlisted Samhain books (other than Fournicopia, is...Stacie D!

Delilah Devlin said...

Ooops! Sorry, that was the winner of the contest on my site! Here it's TARA!!!!

Alicia Devereaux said...

Wohoo! The book was great by the way. Finished it this morning before work