Delilah Devlin ~ Fournicopia ~ Giveaway

I love Gus Taggert. He’s big and burly, talks in slow, Arkansas drawl. People underestimate him, although not his friends. He’s a cop and happy with being a cop. And he’s in love. So what’s a big guy who’s head over heels in love to do when the woman he loves is a Domme?

You’ll just have to wait and see... :)

Author: Delilah Devlin

Title: Fournicopia

Release Date: July 10, 2012

Samhain Publishing

Blurb~

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.

Excerpt:

Gus no sooner pushed through the door of the salon when Mondo stepped from where he’d hovered beside it and grabbed his arm. “Come with me.”

Gus gave a quick glance around. Everything seemed like always. Nudity abounded—seats were inhabited by playful couples, naked slaves trailed Masters holding leashes. That particular custom had always seemed a little bizarre—not something he’d ever thought he’d accept. However, the idea of Aislinn leading him around like a Dachshund, eager for a nibble of his favorite chew-toy, appealed.

Then he spotted Beau and Craig, fully clothed, leaning on their elbows against the bar. They lifted their chins in silent acknowledgement. He passed Jackson and Marti, whose outfit consisted of strips of shiny PVC across her breasts and hips. He gave her a quick, tight grin and shook his head at Jackson, who looked extremely uncomfortable.

The only member of their posse not present was Craig.

“What’s goin’ on, Mondo? Aislinn’s stalker make another move?”

“Don’t know about that, but buddy, you’ve got trouble.”

“What do you mean?”

Mondo pushed him toward a lit stage, empty except for the manacles hanging from a hook in the ceiling and a padded sawhorse. Gus’s eyes widened, and he shot a glance at Mondo. “No. You’re fuckin’ with me.”

“Oh, you’re gonna be fucked, but I’ll only be watching.”

“No way.”

Mondo’s hand latched around his upper arm again, and he pulled Gus toward the first room down the corridor. Mondo pushed him inside then closed the door. “How much do you want this girl?”

Gus shrugged, trying to be nonchalant and not give away the fact he was head-over-heels for the woman. “I like her.”

Mondo canted his head, eyes narrowing as he studied Gus’s expression.

Gus’s cheeks heated, and he cursed the fact he’d never learned to keep a poker face. “Okay, I like her a lot.”

“And what happened between you last Friday night…”

Gus blew out a deep breath. “Just the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.”

Mondo nodded slowly. “And that was all?”

“That’s not enough?” He said the careless words, but inside he winced. The last thing he wanted to do was admit he’d felt the world tilt the moment she’d laid the first sharp slap across his ass. He wasn’t some slave-boy looking for a spanking. The fact she’d wanted to do it had made the difference.

“How far would you go to please her?”

Mondo was using the voice—the one he used on subs right before he flicked a tender nipple with the sharp end of a whip. The texture of it was soft, yet not the least soothing.

Gus’s hackles rose. “Get the fuck out of my head.”

“Would you take a little humiliation if it pleased her?”

“What the hell does she want to do? Spank my ass where everyone can see? Seems a little too late to spare my dignity since everyone knows that’s what she already did.”

When Mondo’s direct stare didn’t relent, Gus’s shoulders fell. “She’s not stoppin’ there, is she?”

“She hasn’t consulted with me. But I know she wants to take back control. Punish you.”

Gus felt a twinge inside his chest. “Didn’t she enjoy what happened between us?”

“That’s not the point.”

“Didn’t she?” Gus asked again, beginning to worry.

“Yes. But it’s more complicated than that. And I shouldn’t tell you anything more.”

“You could give me a clue.”

Mondo shook his head. “Trust her. Nothing she’ll do will be anything you can’t live with. If you want her, let her lead. But be ready.”

Gus didn’t like the sound of that. He was already beginning to feel a little queasy and starting to sweat. He scraped a hand through his hair. “Is she here?”

“She’s ready. Whenever you walk out of here, it starts. If you don’t want this, keep walking right out the door.”

Though tempted, Gus couldn’t stand the thought of leaving her standing on that stage. Her disappointment would weigh him down, crowd his chest. Even before they’d started to figure out what was happening between them, it might be over. Just like that. Gus knew it.

Biting back his unease, he decided to give her a cue, a reminder that he was there for her—no matter what. Ignoring Mondo, who stood beside him, arms crossed over his chest, Gus stripped, leaving his clothes in a pile beside the door.

Then, giving Mondo a glare because his friend’s grin stretched wide across his face, he slammed open the door and strode naked, body and soul, into the hall.

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Giveaway:  I’m happy to offer up either the first book in the Delta Heat Series, Five Ways 'Til Sunday, or one of my backlist Samhain ebooks to one person who answers the question below.

 When you know a character has an accent do you hear it in your head like the author intended or does he/she end up with a completely different voice.

 * Contest closes 11:59 PST on  7/17 , winner will be announced on 7/18.

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Delilah

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