Delilah Devlin: Lost Souls

Gladys stood and walked toward the gate. She shot a glance behind her. “Don’t dawdle, girl. Frank’s waiting.”

Cait followed her, nearing Sam who’d stayed beside the gate. His own gaze took in the yard, eyeing the roof with the gutter filled with leaves and the cracked concrete on the back-porch stoop.

Cait leaned into Sam. “I have it on good authority this place will go for a song.”

Sam’s gaze jerked toward hers. “Someone matchmaking?”

“Wouldn’t have to buy any monarchs to release.”

As he slid an arm around her shoulders, Sam chuckled. “Caitydid Migelo will be disappointed—plain yellow butterflies.”

Will, he’d said. Cait breathed deep to calm a racing heart. Not a proposal. But a hint of a promise.

Lost Souls wasn’t created in a void. I’m fortunate to have a lovely group of ladies—my Delilah’s Diary and Rose’s Colored Glasses “loopies”—who give me daily encouragement and advice. Thanks, ladies! You make this journey so enjoyable.

I’ve mentioned my deplorable lack of ability to write a poem before. Author Lacey Thorn gave me much-needed help crafting the “cleansing spell”—she’s truly talented!

And I couldn’t have raced through this book, keeping the momentum going, if I hadn’t had my dear friend Layla Chase following me to clean up all my “uglies.” She’s been my friend for nearly as long as I’ve been writing. I treasure you, Layla!

Delilah Devlin was born in Spokane, Washington, and spent her childhood as a US Air Force brat. As an adult, she rebelled and accepted a commission into the Army, the first of several careers that would take her around the world. She now makes her home in Arkansas and continues to travel. The award-winning author of several paranormal romance, erotic romance, and erotica novels, novellas, and short stories, she channels her interests in mythology, history, and the occult into her writing.