Daryl Devore's Blog, page 31
February 29, 2016
An excerpt from my soon to go to editor latest Work in Progress #amwriting
I've been working on a stand alone story that exploded into a trilogy. As soon as I finish book 3 - book 1 will be sent off to the editor. I want to make sure I haven't left any hanging plot points. I don't plot - I'm a panster.
This has been a fun book to write. I am going to miss the characters when I finished. But maybe my memory will improve as so many people won't be running around in my head, taking up space.
Book with No Name - it actually gets its name Thursday - drop back a find out what it'll be.
Droplets of blood seeped from Darien's wolf tattoo, mesmerizing him. They trickled over the inside of his bicep then splattered drop by drop against the bar floor.Dairen frowned. Why was the wolf bleeding? It was supposed to look sexy. Turn chicks on. Not bleed. He blinked as a thought formed. Maybe it wasn't the tattoo. Could he be bleeding? He didn't remember getting hurt. But that might be because he'd had too many vodka shots.Expensive gold infused vodka.An order, snapped out in Thai, ripped his focus away from the cost of the booze.Stumbling with the translation, his gut clenched. "Check everyone. Anybody alive. Kill them."A shrill female scream. A gun shot. Silence.That'd be one of the hookers. Damn. Hope it wasn't the one with the butterfly tattoo above her clit. She had a mouth on her than performed miracles. Dude! What the fuck! Must be the vodka talking. Stay focused.There are guys with guns out there. Darien stretched his neck and peered around the edge of the bar. In his line of vision, a male leg stuck out from under a table. Expensive looking shoe. Presumably Italian leather. Probably belonged to Nai Jâhng. Darien raised his eyebrows. Wow. Somebody had the balls to kill a Triad boss.He shifted his glance. A few feet to the left, lay a female arm with brilliant orange fingernails. He shivered at the remembrance of those nails grazing his balls. He focused on a tiny object a foot in front of him. Glass. Shards of it were scattered about. He frowned, trying to remember what happened. He'd walked behind the private club's bar to get another bottle of vodka when, one by one, bottles started exploding. And then he was on the floor looking at the blood dripping from his tattoo. He glanced at his wound. The bleeding had stopped.Okay, so he wasn't gonna bleed to death. Good. Now he just had to get his ass outta here. Past them. The guys with the guns. How the fuck could he do that?Voices interrupted his thoughts. The tones were panicked or angry and the speed was too fast for him to catch and translate, although he did understand the meaning of the three rapid gunshots and a short groan.The door at the opposite end of the bar, leading to the kitchen swooshed as someone pushed it open.Gunfire and loud screams sounded from the kitchen. The door swung open again. Darien translated the shooters words, "Nobody alive in there. I'll check the offices upstairs."Darien slid back, trying not to disturb the glass. He did his best not to yelp when a sharp edge sliced through the skin on his knee. With deliberate movements, he backtracked the length of the Black Dragon's bar. He squatted then peeked around the end, three men stood with their backs to him. Dressed in black pants and muscle shirts, each one held an assault rifle. A bleeding sun tattoo was visible on one attacker's shoulder. Daeng Arthit Triad. Not good. So not good. He looked forward. The kitchen door was six feet away. Six feet of wide-open, easily visible space. Darien sighed. It might as well be six inches or a mile. He couldn't risk it. Wouldn't. He didn't want to get shot.He shifted his weight off a knee that was pressing on a piece of shattered bottle. What the fuck, dude? You're gonna die if they find you. Better to be running for your life than just lay here and let 'em kill you. That was the logical side of his head's opinion. The chicken shit side said, Stay here. Stay down. You're safe.
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This has been a fun book to write. I am going to miss the characters when I finished. But maybe my memory will improve as so many people won't be running around in my head, taking up space.
Book with No Name - it actually gets its name Thursday - drop back a find out what it'll be.
Droplets of blood seeped from Darien's wolf tattoo, mesmerizing him. They trickled over the inside of his bicep then splattered drop by drop against the bar floor.Dairen frowned. Why was the wolf bleeding? It was supposed to look sexy. Turn chicks on. Not bleed. He blinked as a thought formed. Maybe it wasn't the tattoo. Could he be bleeding? He didn't remember getting hurt. But that might be because he'd had too many vodka shots.Expensive gold infused vodka.An order, snapped out in Thai, ripped his focus away from the cost of the booze.Stumbling with the translation, his gut clenched. "Check everyone. Anybody alive. Kill them."A shrill female scream. A gun shot. Silence.That'd be one of the hookers. Damn. Hope it wasn't the one with the butterfly tattoo above her clit. She had a mouth on her than performed miracles. Dude! What the fuck! Must be the vodka talking. Stay focused.There are guys with guns out there. Darien stretched his neck and peered around the edge of the bar. In his line of vision, a male leg stuck out from under a table. Expensive looking shoe. Presumably Italian leather. Probably belonged to Nai Jâhng. Darien raised his eyebrows. Wow. Somebody had the balls to kill a Triad boss.He shifted his glance. A few feet to the left, lay a female arm with brilliant orange fingernails. He shivered at the remembrance of those nails grazing his balls. He focused on a tiny object a foot in front of him. Glass. Shards of it were scattered about. He frowned, trying to remember what happened. He'd walked behind the private club's bar to get another bottle of vodka when, one by one, bottles started exploding. And then he was on the floor looking at the blood dripping from his tattoo. He glanced at his wound. The bleeding had stopped.Okay, so he wasn't gonna bleed to death. Good. Now he just had to get his ass outta here. Past them. The guys with the guns. How the fuck could he do that?Voices interrupted his thoughts. The tones were panicked or angry and the speed was too fast for him to catch and translate, although he did understand the meaning of the three rapid gunshots and a short groan.The door at the opposite end of the bar, leading to the kitchen swooshed as someone pushed it open.Gunfire and loud screams sounded from the kitchen. The door swung open again. Darien translated the shooters words, "Nobody alive in there. I'll check the offices upstairs."Darien slid back, trying not to disturb the glass. He did his best not to yelp when a sharp edge sliced through the skin on his knee. With deliberate movements, he backtracked the length of the Black Dragon's bar. He squatted then peeked around the end, three men stood with their backs to him. Dressed in black pants and muscle shirts, each one held an assault rifle. A bleeding sun tattoo was visible on one attacker's shoulder. Daeng Arthit Triad. Not good. So not good. He looked forward. The kitchen door was six feet away. Six feet of wide-open, easily visible space. Darien sighed. It might as well be six inches or a mile. He couldn't risk it. Wouldn't. He didn't want to get shot.He shifted his weight off a knee that was pressing on a piece of shattered bottle. What the fuck, dude? You're gonna die if they find you. Better to be running for your life than just lay here and let 'em kill you. That was the logical side of his head's opinion. The chicken shit side said, Stay here. Stay down. You're safe.
What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions2 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup3 - Thursday 13 #Thurs134 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets5 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday6 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday7 – Author Spotlight – Layna Pimentel - A Sinful Education8 - Author Spotlight – Lucy Felthouse – Sweet Spot9 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup10 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1311 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets12 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday13 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday14 – Author Spotlight –15 – Author Spotlight – Kelsey Karson - Temptation, a Stepbrother romance16 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup17 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1318 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets19 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday20 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday21 – Author Spotlight – Archer Kay Leah - A Question of Counsel22 – TransCanada Romance Writers Spring Blog Hop23 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup24 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1325 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets26 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday27 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday28 - Author Spotlight –29 – Author Spotlight - 30 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup31 - Thursday 13 #Thurs13
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February 28, 2016
The Inspiration Behind Jenna Jaxon's regency romance - Only Marriage Will Do
Happy Leap Day - so as a special treat - I have the fabulous Jenna Jaxon on my blog.
The Inspiration Behind Only Marriage Will DoWhen I first began writing in early 2009, I started reading historical romances non-stop to get a feel for the genre. I started with my fave author, Kathleen Woodiwiss, who wrote in all sorts of periods, but quickly branched off into Lisa Kleypas, Mary Balogh, Samantha James, and Jo Beverley. Of all these authors, Jo Beverley was the one that held me most spellbound. The first work I read of hers was a novella called The Determined Bride, set in the Georgian period and I simply fell in love. In love with Jo Beverley’s writing and with the Georgian period. I love her Regencies also, but the earlier period is much wilder, much bawdier, more dangerous. Men still fought duels with swords and wore very colorful clothing. The perfect time period for a scandalous romance.And so The House of Pleasure series was born (the name of the brothel where several scenes from all the novels in the series are set) with Only Scandal Will Do.It had all those wonderful things like kidnappings, brothel auctions, and swordplay. My characters and I had a blast as the plot unfolded. So I sailed right into the second novel, Only Marriage Will Do, about the sister of the hero of Scandal, who goes missing at the end of book one. I used information that had been woven throughout Only Scandal Will Do as back story for this totally new hero, Captain Amiable Dawson, and heroine, Lady Juliet Ferrers.Amiable’s name simply sprang forth during the writing of Scandal like Athena from Zeus’s forehead. I’ve never heard that word used as a name before, but there it was and I thought it was very different and cool, so Amiable he became. Dawson may have been from the hero of Titanic, Jack Dawson, but I’m not really sure about that. His story is intertwined with Lady Katarina Fitzwilliam’s, the heroine of Scandal, as he is coming to see Katarina, whom he wanted to marry, only to find out she’s already wed to the Marquess of Dalbury. But that is how he meets Lady Juliet, at the beginning of Marriage.Book one was all about scandal and how it brings the hero and heroine together. Only Marriage Will Do is all about marriage, the question throughout being to whom is Lady Juliet actually married? And again the setting of the untamed Georgian period makes for some wild and exciting adventures for the hero and heroine: a journey north at breakneck speed, an abduction by the evil viscount, and torture at the hands of the same man.My great thanks to Jo Beverley for introducing me to the romance of the eighteenth century.
EXCERPT:LondonJuly 2, 1761
The brass lion-head knocker under Amiable Dawson’s hand sent a sharp rap through the dark walnut door of Dunham House for the second time. The hot July sun hadn’t done his temper any good as he waited on the marble stoop for entrance to the Marquess of Dalbury’s townhouse. He’d been in a foul mood ever since the news of his beloved Katarina’s marriage to the marquess had reached him. Blast it to hell, the girl had accepted his proposal. At least he could make sure she was well and well taken care of by this man she had married.At last a short, dark-haired maid opened the door. She took one look at him, gasped, and stepped back into the house. Her eyes widened and she glanced to her right, wringing her hands. “Who may I say—”A man shouted from within. “No, I do not believe you.”“I do not care what you believe. I told you the truth.” A woman’s voice, raised and sharp with terror, sent a chill through Amiable.Katarina. What in God’s name?He barged past the stunned girl and strode down the hall toward the commotion. He burst through the doorway, expecting to defend the woman he loved, only to stop dead at the sight of a man lunging across a sofa and grasping a woman by the wrist. Amiable had half drawn his sword before he realized the woman was not Katarina, but a complete stranger. He dropped it back into its scabbard. None of his affair after all.The young man, foppishly dressed in a robin’s egg blue satin coat dripping too many layers of frothy lace at throat and wrists, looked at Amiable, a snarl on his lips.Taking advantage of the distraction, the woman wrenched her arm from the man’s grip. “Praise God. He has arrived at last.” She staggered as she righted herself. “Now you will have to believe me, Philippe.”The fop scrambled back off the sofa and groped for a black lacquer walking stick that lay on the floor. Lips pressed together, he glowered at the woman. “That remains to be seen, ma chère. In any case, I have shown you the papers. They speak for themselves.”The woman ran from behind the sofa to Amiable’s side, grazed a kiss over his cheek, and whispered, “For God’s sake, help me. I am alone and he wants to force me to go with him. Please, agree with whatever I say.”He smiled into her pleading face, then grasped her hands and gave them a gentle squeeze to signal his acquiescence. “Whatever is the matter, my dear?” Hell if he knew. However, he could play his part, even with little information. Let the lady lead and he’d follow as well as he could.The woman swayed toward him, then took a deep breath. “My dear, may I present Viscount St. Cyr?” She nodded toward the fop. “Philippe, my husband, the Earl of Manning.”
Blurb
Not every happy-ever-after begins at “I do.”When the hero of her dreams rescues Lady Juliet Ferrers from the man claiming to be her husband, she is sure she has found her one true love. But is she free to marry him? Not to be deterred, Juliet arranges for her hero, Captain Amiable Dawson, to escort her to her family estate, hoping that along the way she can win his love. Amiable is charmed by the sweet, beautiful woman he rescued, and although he has grave reservations about her marital status, he allows himself to be swept up into Juliet’s romantic spell and the promise of a happy-ever-after. The spell breaks when legal questions arise and Juliet faces the horror of not knowing if she is married to her knight in shining armor or the cruel viscount who is determined to have her at any price.
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AUTHOR BIO
Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance. She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets. When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.
Jenna is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America as well as president of Chesapeake Romance Writers, her local RWA chapter. Her debut novel, Only Scandal Will Do, is the first in her House of Pleasure series, set in Georgian London. Book two, Only Marriage Will Do released in June. Her medieval novel, Time Enough to Love, is a Romeo & Juliet-esque tale, set at the time of the Black Death. Book four of this series, Beloveds, released in June. And her first time travel novella, Crashing Through Time, part of the boxed set, Crashing Into Love, also released in mid-June.
She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.
What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions1 – Author Spotlight - Allison Merritt - Heckmasters2 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup3 - Thursday 13 #Thurs134 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets5 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday6 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday7 – Author Spotlight – Layna Pimentel - A Sinful Education8 - Author Spotlight – Lucy Felthouse – Sweet Spot9 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup10 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1311 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets12 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday13 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday14 – Author Spotlight –15 – Author Spotlight – Kelsey Karson - Temptation, a Stepbrother romance16 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup17 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1318 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets19 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday20 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday21 – Author Spotlight – Archer Kay Leah - A Question of Counsel22 – TransCanada Romance Writers Spring Blog Hop23 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup24 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1325 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets26 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday27 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday28 - Author Spotlight –29 – Author Spotlight - 30 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup31 - Thursday 13 #Thurs13
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The Inspiration Behind Only Marriage Will DoWhen I first began writing in early 2009, I started reading historical romances non-stop to get a feel for the genre. I started with my fave author, Kathleen Woodiwiss, who wrote in all sorts of periods, but quickly branched off into Lisa Kleypas, Mary Balogh, Samantha James, and Jo Beverley. Of all these authors, Jo Beverley was the one that held me most spellbound. The first work I read of hers was a novella called The Determined Bride, set in the Georgian period and I simply fell in love. In love with Jo Beverley’s writing and with the Georgian period. I love her Regencies also, but the earlier period is much wilder, much bawdier, more dangerous. Men still fought duels with swords and wore very colorful clothing. The perfect time period for a scandalous romance.And so The House of Pleasure series was born (the name of the brothel where several scenes from all the novels in the series are set) with Only Scandal Will Do.It had all those wonderful things like kidnappings, brothel auctions, and swordplay. My characters and I had a blast as the plot unfolded. So I sailed right into the second novel, Only Marriage Will Do, about the sister of the hero of Scandal, who goes missing at the end of book one. I used information that had been woven throughout Only Scandal Will Do as back story for this totally new hero, Captain Amiable Dawson, and heroine, Lady Juliet Ferrers.Amiable’s name simply sprang forth during the writing of Scandal like Athena from Zeus’s forehead. I’ve never heard that word used as a name before, but there it was and I thought it was very different and cool, so Amiable he became. Dawson may have been from the hero of Titanic, Jack Dawson, but I’m not really sure about that. His story is intertwined with Lady Katarina Fitzwilliam’s, the heroine of Scandal, as he is coming to see Katarina, whom he wanted to marry, only to find out she’s already wed to the Marquess of Dalbury. But that is how he meets Lady Juliet, at the beginning of Marriage.Book one was all about scandal and how it brings the hero and heroine together. Only Marriage Will Do is all about marriage, the question throughout being to whom is Lady Juliet actually married? And again the setting of the untamed Georgian period makes for some wild and exciting adventures for the hero and heroine: a journey north at breakneck speed, an abduction by the evil viscount, and torture at the hands of the same man.My great thanks to Jo Beverley for introducing me to the romance of the eighteenth century.
EXCERPT:LondonJuly 2, 1761
The brass lion-head knocker under Amiable Dawson’s hand sent a sharp rap through the dark walnut door of Dunham House for the second time. The hot July sun hadn’t done his temper any good as he waited on the marble stoop for entrance to the Marquess of Dalbury’s townhouse. He’d been in a foul mood ever since the news of his beloved Katarina’s marriage to the marquess had reached him. Blast it to hell, the girl had accepted his proposal. At least he could make sure she was well and well taken care of by this man she had married.At last a short, dark-haired maid opened the door. She took one look at him, gasped, and stepped back into the house. Her eyes widened and she glanced to her right, wringing her hands. “Who may I say—”A man shouted from within. “No, I do not believe you.”“I do not care what you believe. I told you the truth.” A woman’s voice, raised and sharp with terror, sent a chill through Amiable.Katarina. What in God’s name?He barged past the stunned girl and strode down the hall toward the commotion. He burst through the doorway, expecting to defend the woman he loved, only to stop dead at the sight of a man lunging across a sofa and grasping a woman by the wrist. Amiable had half drawn his sword before he realized the woman was not Katarina, but a complete stranger. He dropped it back into its scabbard. None of his affair after all.The young man, foppishly dressed in a robin’s egg blue satin coat dripping too many layers of frothy lace at throat and wrists, looked at Amiable, a snarl on his lips.Taking advantage of the distraction, the woman wrenched her arm from the man’s grip. “Praise God. He has arrived at last.” She staggered as she righted herself. “Now you will have to believe me, Philippe.”The fop scrambled back off the sofa and groped for a black lacquer walking stick that lay on the floor. Lips pressed together, he glowered at the woman. “That remains to be seen, ma chère. In any case, I have shown you the papers. They speak for themselves.”The woman ran from behind the sofa to Amiable’s side, grazed a kiss over his cheek, and whispered, “For God’s sake, help me. I am alone and he wants to force me to go with him. Please, agree with whatever I say.”He smiled into her pleading face, then grasped her hands and gave them a gentle squeeze to signal his acquiescence. “Whatever is the matter, my dear?” Hell if he knew. However, he could play his part, even with little information. Let the lady lead and he’d follow as well as he could.The woman swayed toward him, then took a deep breath. “My dear, may I present Viscount St. Cyr?” She nodded toward the fop. “Philippe, my husband, the Earl of Manning.”
Blurb
Not every happy-ever-after begins at “I do.”When the hero of her dreams rescues Lady Juliet Ferrers from the man claiming to be her husband, she is sure she has found her one true love. But is she free to marry him? Not to be deterred, Juliet arranges for her hero, Captain Amiable Dawson, to escort her to her family estate, hoping that along the way she can win his love. Amiable is charmed by the sweet, beautiful woman he rescued, and although he has grave reservations about her marital status, he allows himself to be swept up into Juliet’s romantic spell and the promise of a happy-ever-after. The spell breaks when legal questions arise and Juliet faces the horror of not knowing if she is married to her knight in shining armor or the cruel viscount who is determined to have her at any price.
Amazon
Barnes and Noble
AUTHOR BIO
Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance. She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets. When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.
Jenna is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America as well as president of Chesapeake Romance Writers, her local RWA chapter. Her debut novel, Only Scandal Will Do, is the first in her House of Pleasure series, set in Georgian London. Book two, Only Marriage Will Do released in June. Her medieval novel, Time Enough to Love, is a Romeo & Juliet-esque tale, set at the time of the Black Death. Book four of this series, Beloveds, released in June. And her first time travel novella, Crashing Through Time, part of the boxed set, Crashing Into Love, also released in mid-June.
She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.
What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions1 – Author Spotlight - Allison Merritt - Heckmasters2 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup3 - Thursday 13 #Thurs134 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets5 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday6 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday7 – Author Spotlight – Layna Pimentel - A Sinful Education8 - Author Spotlight – Lucy Felthouse – Sweet Spot9 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup10 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1311 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets12 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday13 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday14 – Author Spotlight –15 – Author Spotlight – Kelsey Karson - Temptation, a Stepbrother romance16 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup17 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1318 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets19 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday20 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday21 – Author Spotlight – Archer Kay Leah - A Question of Counsel22 – TransCanada Romance Writers Spring Blog Hop23 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup24 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1325 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets26 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday27 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday28 - Author Spotlight –29 – Author Spotlight - 30 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup31 - Thursday 13 #Thurs13
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February 27, 2016
Arianne explains on this week's Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday #eroticromance
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! Where writers share an 8-10 sentence snippet of their writing. Visit other participants on the list and read and comment on their 8sunday posts.Spread the word. Twitter hashtag #8sunday.
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Scene set- Arianne has just stormed into her apartment and announced she hates me.
Taylor put his cellphone in his pocket. “Now this sounds serious.”“It has been two months and I still can’t find a job.”“Then why do you hate men?”“Because some man caused the downturn and made it difficult for people to buy stuff and now I don’t have a job.” Unsuccessfully tossing the paper across the room, it fluttered to the carpet near her feet. “And to top it off, Kyle broke up with me. He suddenly woke up and found that he’s in a different place and I don’t belong there with him. Whatever the hell that means.”
A Kept Woman – Daryl DevoreErotic Contemporary Heat rating – 5 hot peppers
Blurb - Desperately unemployed, Arianne, answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With miniscule hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to Derek, a handsomely dashing man, whom she finds out is a billionaire. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
Amazon iTunes Kobo Print Italian version iTunes - Italian Kobo - ItalianAmazon - Portuguese Kobo - Portuguese
Single line comments of what people are saying about A Kept Woman5 ***** Her style of writing is multi-layered, making this book plot and character-driven.
5 ***** Arianne and Derek aren't predictable protagonists. They always have a surprise up their sleeves until the end.
5 ***** Need to get hot and steamy. Read this book. Another one my husband didn't mind me buying.
What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions29 - Author Spotlight – Jenna Jaxon
Arianne explains on this week's Weekend Wiritng Warriors #8Sunday #eroticromance
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! Where writers share an 8-10 sentence snippet of their writing. Visit other participants on the list and read and comment on their 8sunday posts.Spread the word. Twitter hashtag #8sunday.
www.wewriwa.com
Scene set- Arianne has just stormed into her apartment and announced she hates me.
Taylor put his cellphone in his pocket. “Now this sounds serious.”“It has been two months and I still can’t find a job.”“Then why do you hate men?”“Because some man caused the downturn and made it difficult for people to buy stuff and now I don’t have a job.” Unsuccessfully tossing the paper across the room, it fluttered to the carpet near her feet. “And to top it off, Kyle broke up with me. He suddenly woke up and found that he’s in a different place and I don’t belong there with him. Whatever the hell that means.”
A Kept Woman – Daryl DevoreErotic Contemporary Heat rating – 5 hot peppers
Blurb - Desperately unemployed, Arianne, answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With miniscule hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to Derek, a handsomely dashing man, whom she finds out is a billionaire. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
Amazon iTunes Kobo Print Italian version iTunes - Italian Kobo - ItalianAmazon - Portuguese Kobo - Portuguese
Single line comments of what people are saying about A Kept Woman5 ***** Her style of writing is multi-layered, making this book plot and character-driven.
5 ***** Arianne and Derek aren't predictable protagonists. They always have a surprise up their sleeves until the end.
5 ***** Need to get hot and steamy. Read this book. Another one my husband didn't mind me buying.
What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions29 - Author Spotlight – Jenna Jaxon
February 26, 2016
A snippet from Capri's Fate on My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSS130
Welcome to the 130th week of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme: A Sexy Paranormal Love
Well, if it's paranormal then that means a snippet from Capri's Fate.Thall is the son of a Fate and a human. Capri is a business woman who went to a sex toy convention and came home with a horny, invisible Fate.
Scene set: They have crashed landed in a private jet on a remote island. Thall is trying to make Capri's day better.
Capri pulled a towel out of the storage area under the sink. She lowered the toilet seat and placed the towel on it. "Uh, turn around."Thall's brow wrinkled, and he completed a full circle.She covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh. "No. I meant turn away from me.""Clearly two bottles of wine and a glass of brandy are making communication difficult. How am I supposed to wash your hair, if I'm not facing you?""I have to take my blouse off. I don't want to get it all wet.""Once you take it off, I'll see you without it, so why do I have to turn around and not watch you take it off? Or am I really confused?""Oh, what the hell." Capri undid the top button. She glanced up at Thall. His gaze was focused on her fingers. Do I do this? Yes? Well, obviously that's the brandy talking. How about the common sense side of me? Hell, yes. The guy's hot. You're stranded here. He's going to wash your hair. Maybe he'll slip and his fingers will work on something else. It's been a while. Quite a while. Yes, it has. Listen to us, your nipples are talking to you here. Go for the gold!
What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
Corporate business woman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. Once a shocking, mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.
Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbors the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.
Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?
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Not Your Average Romance
Capri's Fate, a supernatural erotic romance by Daryl Devore is not my usual cup of tea. I don't usually go for a supernatural element in erotic fiction BUT as I read this book I was pleasantly surprised. Capricious Gray attends an erotic toy convention with a friend and brings home more than she bargained for. Thall is the half-human, half-immortal Fate assigned to watch over the bold and audacious Capri. He's also the love of her life, or will be, if Fate will have it.
Capri's Fate is the second book I've read by Daryl Devore. I very much enjoyed A Kept Woman: A Billionaire's Story so I took a chance on this one. I'm so glad I did. By the way, at one point in the story, Capri was reading a novel on her Kindle, which turned out to be another by Daryl Devore, Black Dorn. I loved this clever book plug and immediately bought that one as well.
I recommend Capri's Fate. It's not your usual romantic read and I think you'll like it.
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Feb 27 MSS #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSS130
Welcome to the 130th week of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme: A Sexy Paranormal Love
Well, if it's paranormal then that means a snippet from Capri's Fate.Thall is the son of a Fate and a human. Capri is a business woman who went to a sex toy convention and came home with a horny, invisible Fate.
Scene set: They have crashed landed in a private jet on a remote island. Thall is trying ot make Capri's day better.
Capri pulled a towel out of the storage area under the sink. She lowered the toilet seat and placed the towel on it. "Uh, turn around."Thall's brow wrinkled, and he completed a full circle.She covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh. "No. I meant turn away from me.""Clearly two bottles of wine and a glass of brandy are making communication difficult. How am I supposed to wash your hair, if I'm not facing you?""I have to take my blouse off. I don't want to get it all wet.""Once you take it off, I'll see you without it, so why do I have to turn around and not watch you take it off? Or am I really confused?""Oh, what the hell." Capri undid the top button. She glanced up at Thall. His gaze was focused on her fingers. Do I do this? Yes? Well, obviously that's the brandy talking. How about the common sense side of me? Hell, yes. The guy's hot. You're stranded here. He's going to wash your hair. Maybe he'll slip and his fingers will work on something else. It's been a while. Quite a while. Yes, it has. Listen to us, your nipples are talking to you here. Go for the gold!
What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
Corporate business woman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. Once a shocking, mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.
Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbors the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.
Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?
Buy Links
AmazonAll Romance Ebooks Kobo Books iTunes
What People are saying about Capri's Fate
Not Your Average Romance
Capri's Fate, a supernatural erotic romance by Daryl Devore is not my usual cup of tea. I don't usually go for a supernatural element in erotic fiction BUT as I read this book I was pleasantly surprised. Capricious Gray attends an erotic toy convention with a friend and brings home more than she bargained for. Thall is the half-human, half-immortal Fate assigned to watch over the bold and audacious Capri. He's also the love of her life, or will be, if Fate will have it.
Capri's Fate is the second book I've read by Daryl Devore. I very much enjoyed A Kept Woman: A Billionaire's Story so I took a chance on this one. I'm so glad I did. By the way, at one point in the story, Capri was reading a novel on her Kindle, which turned out to be another by Daryl Devore, Black Dorn. I loved this clever book plug and immediately bought that one as well.
I recommend Capri's Fate. It's not your usual romantic read and I think you'll like it.
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February 25, 2016
From Sexy Red Hood - For luck, she applied a layer of her Poodle Skirt Pink lip gloss. #FridaySnippets #erotic #romance
From my twisted fairy tale - Sexy Red Hood - Red is off to another Monday at work.
Red caught the first cab that happened by. Snuggled in the stifling warmth, she pulled out her Blackberry and checked voice mails and text messages. Noting that none were important, she found her iPod, put her ear buds in, settled back and listened to Mozart. The ride into the city always seemed shorter with the help of his wondrous music. When they arrived at the Merch Mart, she paid the driver and stepped out into the blizzard. The Art Deco style building was an impressive and beautiful place to work, even if she was only a junior accountant. She entered the building and walked across the green and orange terrazzo floor, leaving behind clumps of melting snow. No one stood waiting for the elevators. She pushed the Up button. When the doors opened, she stepped inside and pressed 6. Ok, this never happens. No waiting for elevators. A cab the second I stepped outside. Keep this up and this could be the day Stan notices me. She opened her purse, pulled out a little makeup mirror and checked her face. Everything seemed perfect. For luck, she applied a layer of her Poodle Skirt Pink lip gloss. How can a guy that good looking not notice me? I've seen him checking out that bitch Katerina. The way she struts by, shaking that ass. When the elevator doors slid open, Red stepped into the hallway. Before her, stood the impressive glass and brass doors of Hood's Chocolatier--the corporate offices of one of the country's largest independent chocolate makers. She stepped through the doorway, and marched toward her cubicle. Three steps from her destination, the word, "Esmeralda!" broke the silence. Caught! She sighed, formed a smile, turned. "Yes, Mother?" "Where have you been? I've called and called." "I noticed. Six voice mails and fourteen text messages. Nothing said urgent. You seem fine. I'm fine. So what's the big deal?" She frowned. What could be the problem? "Oh no, is it Grandma?" Her mother threw her hands up. "Yes!" "What? What's wrong with her? Is she sick? She didn't fall and break anything, did she?" "She's driving me out of my mind." Red bit back the sentence – Oh happy day – and instead managed to say, "What's she done now?"
Sexy Red Hood - erotic contemporary romance by Daryl DevoreHeat – 4 hot peppersBlurb - “Go save your Grandmother.” After learning her grandmother booked a cruise with a supposed gigolo and is squandering her inheritance, Esmeralda (Red) Hood boards Emerald Forest cruise ship to protect both. Once there, Red slips and falls into the arms of Wilhelm Olf, a dark-eyed, continental who makes her body tingle. Stepping out of the elevator, she barges into Andrew Woodsman, a bumbling private school teacher on his first vacation cruise.With her attention torn between the dissimilar but sexually-intriguing men and keeping watch over tequila drinking, rock wall climbing grandma, Red's cruise is filled with fun and erotic fantasies.Grandmother's warning of Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing leaves Red confused. Later, when she wakes up in a utility closet, hands and feet bound and emerald necklace missing, Red discovers the man she suspected is not only innocent, but also the one she loves. Amazon
Kobo What people are saying about Sexy Red Hood5 stars - An excellent retelling!This is quite a different retelling of the classic Little Red Riding Hood that we are all accustom to. It is definitely an adults only version, but a great one at that! I loved that there was a bit of mystery added in and even though the names gave a bit away as to who was who, you still weren't sure who Red would finally have in her bed. The fact that this took place on a seniors cruise was an added touch I really enjoyed. And the roll play at the end of the book was just so fitting!! I would definitely recommend this title and I will be reading more from this author.
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February 24, 2016
13 sentences from an up and coming erotic romance on Thursday 13 #Thurs13 #amwriting
Erika just spent the night sleeping her her club and now she needs a morning wake-me-up shower.Erik stepped into the steamy shower and grabbed her Jasmine scented shower gel and peach colored scrubbie. After lathering up the washing poof, she inhaled the exotic aroma of fresh tropical flowers and closed her eyes. She was momentarily transported to a tropical island with white sandy beaches, azure blue water and half-naked Darien Scott. No, change that, a fully naked and aroused Darien Scott.She stroked the scrubbie along her arms, neck and throat, wishing it was him touching her skin. Circling the washing poof down her heaving chest, she lingered over her breasts, stroking the scrubbie back and forth across her areolas and firm nipples. With her free hand, she rolled a soapy nipple between her fingers and with the other hand lathered her stomach.An itch began to tingle between her legs. She pressed her thighs together and squirmed. Slipping the scrubbie between her legs, Erik moaned when it slid over her pubic bone and across her sex-starved nubbin. Back and forth, she stroked, grazing her clit as softly as a butterfly wing's touch. She leaned back against the shower wall, enjoying the sensations of her caressing hands, the poof and the hot water streaming down her body.
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February 23, 2016
My heroine and her morning shower - on Wip it Up Wednesday #wipitup #amwriting
Shifting from our hero to Erik. She's just locked down her club after the hits on the other clubs. She spent the night sleeping in her office.
Warning - a bit of sexy heat in this excerpt.
As regular as clockwork, Erik’s eyes popped open at eleven. She yawned, stretched and grabbed her cell phone. After connecting to the security system, she scanned the club with the security cameras and sighed. Everything looked normal. She unlocked her office door and headed upstairs to the private apartment. After entering, she clicked on her TV and crossed the room to the bathroom. A phrase from the news broadcaster made her turn and pause. Darien Scott? The Delicious Turmoil World Tour Darien Scott? At the Black Dragon? Was he killed?With the news shifting to the attack on the Purple Peacock, Erik continued to her bathroom. If only Darien Scott would visit the Pink Flamingo. What a catch he'd be. Awesome for business. Better for me. I'd tie him up in my safe room and have my way with him. She chuckled and shut her bathroom door.She loved the spa-like shower in the club apartment. It was big enough for her to do a yoga workout in if she wanted to. Eight nozzles sprayed water from different positions and a rain like shower poured down from above. The sandstone colored tiles made her long for back home. She shook her shoulders. Bangkok, Thailand is where I live now.Turning on the tap, she let the water run while she undressed. A vision of a tied-to-her-bed post Darien Scott flitted across her mind. The things I'd do if I could get my hands on that man.She stepped into the steamy shower and grabbed her Jasmine scented shower gel and peach colored scrubbie. After lathering up the washing poof, she inhaled the exotic aroma of fresh tropical flowers and closed her eyes. She was momentarily transported to a tropical island with white sandy beaches, azure blue water and half-naked Darien Scott. No, change that, a fully naked and aroused Darien Scott.She stroked the scrubbie along her arms, neck and throat, wishing it was him touching her skin. Circling the washing poof down her heaving chest, she lingered over her breasts, stroking the scrubbie back and forth across her areolas and firm nipples. With her free hand, she rolled a soapy nipple between her fingers and with the other hand lathered her stomach.An itch began to tingle between her legs. She pressed her thighs together and squirmed. Slipping the scrubbie between her legs, Erik moaned when it slid over her pubic bone and across her sex-starved nubbin. Back and forth, she stroked, grazing her clit as softly as a butterfly wing's touch. She leaned back against the shower wall, enjoying the sensations of her caressing hands, the poof and the hot water streaming down her body.While her left hand alternated teasing each nipple, the right dropped the scrubbie and she entwined her fingers in her trimmed bush. She shuddered as her middle finger moved lower and brushed across her clit. Inhaling and slowly exhaling, she skimmed her finger across her button, at the languid speed of her breaths, barely allowing it to touch her super-sensitive flesh. Reaching down to the base, she flicked her finger upward with gentle strokes on the underside of her clit. Each touch deepened the ache growing inside her.Erik maneuvered a finger into her soapy pussy and strummed her nub with her thumb. With water cascading down her breasts, she thrust her finger in and out pushing herself toward sexual bliss. Moans and groans of delight escaped her lips. She focused on the fantasy of Darien Scott pounding into her, shouting her name and begging her to climax.
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My heroine and her morning shower - on WIp it Up Wednesday #wipitup #amwriting
Shifting from our hero to Erik. She's just locked down her club after the hits on the other clubs. She spent the night sleeping in her office.
Warning - a bit of sexy heat in this excerpt.
As regular as clockwork, Erik’s eyes popped open at eleven. She yawned, stretched and grabbed her cell phone. After connecting to the security system, she scanned the club with the security cameras and sighed. Everything looked normal. She unlocked her office door and headed upstairs to the private apartment. After entering, she clicked on her TV and crossed the room to the bathroom. A phrase from the news broadcaster made her turn and pause. Darien Scott? The Delicious Turmoil World Tour Darien Scott? At the Black Dragon? Was he killed?With the news shifting to the attack on the Purple Peacock, Erik continued to her bathroom. If only Darien Scott would visit the Pink Flamingo. What a catch he'd be. Awesome for business. Better for me. I'd tie him up in my safe room and have my way with him. She chuckled and shut her bathroom door.She loved the spa-like shower in the club apartment. It was big enough for her to do a yoga workout in if she wanted to. Eight nozzles sprayed water from different positions and a rain like shower poured down from above. The sandstone colored tiles made her long for back home. She shook her shoulders. Bangkok, Thailand is where I live now.Turning on the tap, she let the water run while she undressed. A vision of a tied-to-her-bed post Darien Scott flitted across her mind. The things I'd do if I could get my hands on that man.She stepped into the steamy shower and grabbed her Jasmine scented shower gel and peach colored scrubbie. After lathering up the washing poof, she inhaled the exotic aroma of fresh tropical flowers and closed her eyes. She was momentarily transported to a tropical island with white sandy beaches, azure blue water and half-naked Darien Scott. No, change that, a fully naked and aroused Darien Scott.She stroked the scrubbie along her arms, neck and throat, wishing it was him touching her skin. Circling the washing poof down her heaving chest, she lingered over her breasts, stroking the scrubbie back and forth across her areolas and firm nipples. With her free hand, she rolled a soapy nipple between her fingers and with the other hand lathered her stomach.An itch began to tingle between her legs. She pressed her thighs together and squirmed. Slipping the scrubbie between her legs, Erik moaned when it slid over her pubic bone and across her sex-starved nubbin. Back and forth, she stroked, grazing her clit as softly as a butterfly wing's touch. She leaned back against the shower wall, enjoying the sensations of her caressing hands, the poof and the hot water streaming down her body.While her left hand alternated teasing each nipple, the right dropped the scrubbie and she entwined her fingers in her trimmed bush. She shuddered as her middle finger moved lower and brushed across her clit. Inhaling and slowly exhaling, she skimmed her finger across her button, at the languid speed of her breaths, barely allowing it to touch her super-sensitive flesh. Reaching down to the base, she flicked her finger upward with gentle strokes on the underside of her clit. Each touch deepened the ache growing inside her.Erik maneuvered a finger into her soapy pussy and strummed her nub with her thumb. With water cascading down her breasts, she thrust her finger in and out pushing herself toward sexual bliss. Moans and groans of delight escaped her lips. She focused on the fantasy of Darien Scott pounding into her, shouting her name and begging her to climax.
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