Fawkesy Lady Code Word INCOMING, and an update!

The newsletter is in inboxes everywhere, and THIS WEEK’S FAWKESY LADY CODE WORD is revealed!

Email it to me, if you’re one of my fabulous & oh-so-clever subscribers, for a chance to win this week’s $5 Amazon Gift Card!

I wanted to have Bound by the Viking, Part Three out this week, but by now, you guys know how I am. Writers all live on Island Time or something, so when I hope to do something one day, give or take a week. 

We writers are all riddled with ADHD, although we try our best. It’s part of our allure! 😀

Anywho, I do have a fabulous new tale for you in the meantime, which I absolutely love, and think you’ll adore:

Branded by the Rancher’s Ghost is available now in the following stores:


Barnes and Noble



The Description:

Kat knows she’s running when she buys the old ranch on a whim, but is she running from her old life, or to something more… something that calls to her as she lies in bed, listening to the howling, prairie wind? 

Because aside from the secret she can’t seem to forget, the ranch holds a mystery of its own. The scratching in the attic above her bed… a box of keepsakes of a heart-broken cowboy… the nagging idea that death isn’t the end of love, but perhaps, a new beginning… The shadow looming over her, smelling like male sweat and old saddle leather… 

As Kat explores the strangeness that lurks in the darkness, calling to her in her dreams, she faces something stronger than the reaper. A love that waits. A love that bleeds. A love that does the unspeakable to bring two hearts back together again. 

Magic, sensuality, and the intoxication of fear combine in this heady, erotic 8700 word story, guaranteed to stick with you, like a brand on your heart. Are you ready to face the darkness, and shine a light on a forbidden love? 


And a sizzling sneak peak, just for you!

I stood beneath a lone tree, its grey arms bare and scorched, as if it lightning struck it long ago. The fields stretched out around me, the grass now dove grey—the sky an electric, storm-laced violet. The mountains crouched above, black monsters watching. Waiting.

I shivered. A cool wind caressed my skin, howling across the valley, rustling the thin shift I wore around my bare legs, my toes digging into the dusty earth. My nipples hardened, my whole body tingling with anticipation—with electricity.

Something was about to happen. Something came ever closer, rolling in the wind, riding the storm, filling me with an unquiet feeling… a fearful yearning I’d never experienced before. I felt like the dry clay beneath my feet—crying out for the rain to come. The sky darkened above, the clouds the color of bruised flesh.

And just like that, I felt him.

He stood behind me, just beneath the shadow of the tree, his presence undeniable, although I hadn’t heard him or felt him arrive. He was just there, as if he’d always been there. Waiting. Watching.

The scent of him filled my senses—old leather and soil, animal musk, and beneath it all something that uniquely his, as hauntingly familiar as an old song. The power of just that scent made my heart clench in my chest, my body alive and waiting for his touch.

You returned to me.

His voice was in my mind, rolling on the plains, crashing like thunder in the roiling clouds. He was the storm and the storm was him. He was a force of nature, wild and deadly—untamed.


I breathed the word without thinking, but once it left my lips, I knew it was true.

I spilled the blood, and I waited… Waited to hold you in my arms one last time.

“I’m here.”

My wild girl… How long I’ve hungered for this moment.

A strong arm slid around my waist, drawing me back into him. I let out a shuddering breath as I felt his body behind me, hard and tall as an oak. He brushed my hair back from my face with a calloused hand, rough from years of toil, then ran it down my neck and caressed my throat. I shivered and leaned back into him.

He wanted me. His hard cock against the small of my back made me moan softly, like the wind as it rushed over the rocky mountain passes. One strap fell, then another, until I was bared to the waist, this strange man somehow intoxicating, luring me to do things I would normally never dare. But all of it felt like it had happened before, and would happen again.

His hands on me played like a song, the rasp of his rough palm over my nipple a tune I’d forgotten, but made my heart fill to bursting upon catching the melody when I least expected it.



Happy reading, and good luck with this week’s contest! 🙂





Fawkesy Lady Podcast Coming Soon, But I Need YOUR Help!


I’m excited to announce that I’m starting up a Podcast soon, but in order to do so, I need YOUR help!

I’m going to chat about all things romance, the books, the characters, have sizzling sneak peaks, etc, but what I’d love to include in each and every episode is a section where I answer YOUR questions!

I want to know what’s in those sexy brains of yours–What would you like to know? Any questions about the books, about me personally, about the industry, or really just about any old thing you want to ask?

Submit your questions and comments below, and who knows… YOU could be on the Podcast!

Thanks so much, guys! 😀 I’m excited to hear from you!



FANATIC FRIDAY! Win a $5 Amazon gift card with my secret code…

Oh, MY! It's Fanatic Friday!

Oh, MY! It’s Fanatic Friday!

Oh yes, we’re starting a new tradition here on my website… FANATIC FRIDAYS! 😀

YOU, my fabulous readers, have a chance to win fun prizes just for signing up for my newsletter, officially declaring yourselves Readers of Excellent Taste and All-Around Awesome People!

I write for you because I love ya! You could say that I’m your biggest fan… or Fanatic ;)… which is why I want to show you the money! And the looooove…

Sign up for my newsletter before next Friday, December 8th , and YOU could win a $5 Amazon gift card!

Every Friday there will be a new, fun prize for my Fawkesy Fans, so keep signed up for your chance to WIN!

Here’s how it works:

Each Friday morning, I’ll send out my newsletter with a special Fawkesy Lady Code Word. Email me the correct code word for the current week, and you will be entered to win that week’s prize!

The first Fawkesy Lady Code Word goes out tomorrow, so sign up tonight for a chance to win! Otherwise, sign up any time next week, and you could be the next winner in an upcoming FANATIC FRIDAY!

See how easy it is to win awesome stuff and feel the love? 🙂

I promise to email no more than once per week as well, so your info is safe with me! Only new releases and fabulous prizes–that’s how Delilah rolls!

Thank you for being my amazing readers, and know you’ve got a fan in me! Please let me know if you have any questions/comments, and I’ll be happy to clarify this sweet new contest’s rules :).

Good luck, and as always, Happy Reading!

Fawkesy Lady Sex Tip Series: Exploring the Sexual Continuum, Part 2

spank university crestElectric Boogaloo!

Last time, on a very special episode of Delilah’s Fawkesy Lady Sex Tips, we talked a little bit about sexual orientation, and what folks call “The Sexual Continuum.”

We covered that the old idea that you’re either gay or straight is as false as a beauty queen’s chicken cutlets, and that sexuality is more of a continuum than a binary idea.

Today, I wanted to talk about what this means for you!

What REALLY turns you on?

Have you explored all of your options, or are you used to thinking like your parents, media, pastor told you to? Are you sure what you like, or are you sticking only to what Cosmo tells you is the correct way to “do” sex?

I ask because I used to limit myself severely because I was told by my faith that any thoughts that were less-than 100% straight were “wrong,” and even though I supported the gay community, I didn’t know what that meant for me and my life.

Sometimes I liked looking at boobs, but certainly, I couldn’t look at boobs while I masturbated, could I? Or imagine a three-way with a man and another woman (GASP!)? I could only read about straight relationships and straight sex and watch the straightest of porn or …. what did that make me?

If I liked fantasizing about kissing a beautiful woman, did that mean I was a lesbian and had to leave behind my husband and my love of cocks?

These thoughts and more flitted through my mind until I learned about The Sexual Continuum. After that, I learned to explore, and to love those feelings because they were not only natural, but there were what gave me pleasure and made me the fantastic woman I am. They were always a part of me, but they were a part I hadn’t enjoyed fully until I gave myself permission to do so.

So, let’s talk sex.

Ask yourself where you think you are on the Continuum… Here, I made a cool graphic to help!

the sexual continuumOkay, so it turned out a little small, but y’all get the idea!

On the one side you have people who are 100% gay all the time forever. They only like the same sex, period. Deal with it. You are probably never going to get a piece of Richard Simmons’ sweet, sweet cardio buns. Make your peace with that.

On the other side, we have people who are 100% straight all the time forever. I went ahead and picked Charlie Sheen and Anna Nicole Smith because, why not? You all are picking up what I’m putting down :).

In the middle we have, um…. the majority of the human race.

It’s like a sexuality bell curve!

The beautiful thing about the continuum, is that no one is “wrong,” or has to label themselves for liking what they like. And you don’t have to like everything to enjoy members of the same or opposite sex!

For example, I have a lesbian friend who’s happily married to a lovely woman, and yet really, really enjoys Buck Angel and watching gay male porn. Her wife also loves books like mine and Fifty Shades of Grey!  I also have male gay friends who loooove believable drag queens and straight male friends who enjoy watching intact transwomen pornography.

And then there’s me! I’m very happily married to a man, yet enjoy lesbian fantasies every so often. Why not? Hell, I even wrote a short story about a college girl finding herself inexplicably attracted to her roommate, only to discover that Jesse has what she wants–a penis!

All I’m saying, is have fun with your fantasies, and don’t limit yourselves because you’re afraid of a label.

Because life is good, and healthy sexual fantasies are part of that goodness!

Explore, read, watch, tease, and most of all… have a blast learning more about yourself, and what makes you tick when the lights go out (or stay on!) ;).

Happy sexin’!

*And yes, I’m back in action! Thank you all for being so patient while I took a blogging break :). Mmmmwah! *kisses!*

Fawkesy Lady Sex Tip Series: Exploring the Sexual Continuum, Part 1


Welcome to S.P.A.N.K. University, my lovely readers, where you’ll receive a first rate education on Sexual Prowess, Authority, and Naughtiness Know-how with your esteemed professor, Delilah Fawkes, Resident Sexpert!

In the past, we’ve talked about a few fun, frisky, and just plain bizarre sexy topics, such as busting sex myths, learning how to rock your own socks in the sack, and why you should only put approved items into your butt unless you want the EMT’s to laugh at you (complete with hilarious X-Rays!).

Go check these out if you missed ’em!

But today, I’d like to start a new topic about human sexuality that has been the source of a whoooole lot of confusion in our modern society, and keeps a lot of people–maybe even you!–from fully understanding and fully enjoying YOUR sexuality.

What is that, you ask? Good question!

It’s Sexual Orientation, that tricky little label that defines who we’re sexually interested in–people of the same or opposite gender. When we were young, we were taught that there was STRAIGHT and there was GAY, and that was pretty much it. You were either one or the other. 

Later in life, if we were more open minded, we learned to accept a middle ground and that people could be BISEXUAL, being sexually interested equally in people of all genders.

But is that right?

Why, if that’s true, do gay people sometimes sleep with people of the opposite gender? Why do straight people “experiment” with the same gender? And why am I happily married to a man, but sometimes have raunchy dreams about Inara from the show Firefly?

Well, the answer is the subject of this week’s posts, and is something that I’ve found as fascinating as it is freeing:

Human sexuality isn’t just black or white–it’s a continuum that covers every type of attraction. There are no absolutes!

Think about it this way. 

Here’s our old way of seeing human sexuality:

Straight people are Lions



And gay people are tigers



And so, I guess that mean’s bi-sexual people are Ligers…



Seriously, if you don’t know what a Liger is, look it up. They are freakin’ AWESOME.

BUT, instead of the world just being lions and tigers and the occasional liger, things ACTUALLY look more like THIS:



Uhhh… whoa.

Yeah, it’s kinda like that.


Instead of everything being so binary, humans actually have a wide range of attractions and responses to a wide range of people!

The exciting thing is, this diversity actually makes it easier to discover for ourselves what makes us tick, and especially what makes our motor hum. Because when you remove the need to label yourself “gay” or “straight,” and accepting that it’s all on a continuum, you relieve the pressure of trying to fit yourself into a box. 

For example, I distinctly remember going to church camp when I was about 13 years old and meeting a girl named Evie. She was tall, thin, and had a bad case of acne, but to me, she looked like an elfin princess or something. She was etherial, beautiful, and for the first time in my boy crazy life, I felt…. well…. different when I was around her.

I didn’t quite know what I wanted, but I deeply suspected it was to hold her hand or kiss her or something, and to my young mind, it was a really weird sensation. I’d always been taught that if you have any attraction to the same gender, you’re gay, but then again, I’d chased boys all my life! I was definitely attracted to men, and most women didn’t do it for me, so what was I now?

It made me feel alone and strange, and instead of maybe sharing an innocent kiss with a cute 13 year old girl, I spent the next few years wondering about my sexuality.

I didn’t “feel” bisexual, because I was only attracted to one or two women every so often, and I didn’t have the urge to go all the way, just maybe make out a little or go beneath the bra. I thought maybe I could, with the right woman, but it was a real “maybe,” because I just wasn’t sexually attracted to female genitalia, but loooved me some penis.

It was so, so confusing for the longest time, until I learned to see things the way they really are.

Now I know, yeah, I’m a little gay, but I’m majority straight. 

What does this mean, though? What does understanding the cornicopia of human sexual expression mean for me? What does it mean for YOU? How can it help you in your sexual life?

Well…. you’re about to find out!

Stay tuned for more on the Sexual Continuum, coming this week ;).


Until then: What do you think? Have you ever questioned your own sexual thoughts? What did that feel like? I’d love to hear your comments!