By Daryl Devoré (Guest Blogger)
I did not start off as a hot romance author. I wrote sweet New Adult stories. A passionate kiss was as “hot” as things got. I mean – what if my mother read it!!!
Then 2 things happened. #1 – I chose a pen name. #2- I discovered how fun it is letting your imagination run wild. And by “wild” I mean – WILD!!!!
I was writing my first romance and a person reading it said – spice it up. So I did. And the book sold! That was A Kept Woman which has been rebranded as Two O’clock with the Billionaire.
Next – Dark Chocolate and Strawberries – I got a little bolder, and so on with each new book.
My latest release – Hot and Hotter is a duology – a two book box set. The first story is a hot tropical crash romance – Brace For Impact. The second book is one of my favourites, a hot urban fantasy – Love My Fate. The tag line pretty much says it all - What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her? Imagine trying to write a love scene involving a female human and a male voice. I spent several hours wondering how I had gotten myself into that situation. But I worked it out and that’s what I like about writing steamy romances – the challenges I set up in my stories and how I can creatively solve them.
Blurb for Hot and Hotter
Some like it hot… others like it HOTTER! Daryl Devoré has done it again, pairing two of her smoking hot romances into one smouldering book.
What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for a rookie flight attendant and a sexy R.C.M.P. officer?
But Fate had other intentions.
After leaving a disastrous marriage, Paix Allcot begins a new career as a flight attendant. First time in her dream job, she is no longer a trainee and the passengers in economy class are under her care. Especially the handsome passenger seated in 36C.
Guy Lapierre, undercover officer, is following a vicious human-trafficker. He has little time for relationships. Too many innocent lives are at stake. Stranded on a tropical island, he is forced to work with Paix to survive until he makes a relationship destroying discovery.
Can a pink bra and a hot night on the side of a volcano save the relationship and their lives?
What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
Corporate businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. After a 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, harbours 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?
Excerpt – from the 2nd book – Love My Fate
Scene Set – Capri’s best friend – Kat – drags her to a sex toy convention.
We stepped into a display area. A grey-haired lady with silver-rimmed glasses walked over to Tee. They did the double cheek girl-kiss thing. "Patsy, this is Kat and Capri. This is their first time here."
"Welcome to Patsy's Party. Are you looking for anything in particular? To please yourself or that special other?"
"I want toys for me." Kat's cheeks flushed, and her eyes were wide open. I think she was panting. "There is no special other for either of us at the moment. But we are both actively looking."
Patsy glanced at me. I did a gasping fish impression, then I heard it again.
"Buy something fun, something erotic and something dangerous."
I spun and looked around. No male stood near us and the little brunette who was looking at a sex manual, couldn't have a voice that deep. A chill slithered down my spine. I started to tell Kat what I'd just heard, but I stopped. She'd just have some totally plausible explanation and somehow, I didn't think hearing voices at a sex toy convention had any possible sane reason. And I wasn't about to admit I thought I was going crazy.
"Well then, let's start with dildos. Every girl's best friend." Patsy led us toward a shelf covered with phallic pieces of all sizes and colours.
Purple? You so have to be kidding me. Someone’s been doing the nasty with aliens?
She began her sales pitch by picking up the largest penis I have ever seen. "This is our best seller, Mr. Monster Dong, guaranteed to drive you to new heights of sexual satisfaction. This fat boy starts at eight inches and gets bigger so you experience the feel of a really big cock. And best of all, this bad boy never goes soft! The three pages of instructions, which give a wide range of self-satisfying suggestions, are included."
Three pages? Of instructions!
I thought Kat was going to have an orgasm on the spot. She squealed three times during the description and practically ripped the thing from the woman's hands.
"If you are into the more sensuous." She picked up a glass dildo. "This little baby is called A Woman's Delight. The latest in the glass line. Its ridges and g-spot teasers are designed to heat up your playtime. I know what you're thinking, but it's completely non-porous, so it stays germ-free."
"No. No." I waved my hand at it. "I'm more worried it'll break. I mean, it's glass. And… uh… where it's supposed to go… I mean… um…"Puul-lease beam me out of here, Scotty.
She patted my shoulder. "They're built really strong, dearie."
"Oh, good." My smile was a pathetic little one, but it was the best I could do.
Patsy raised an eyebrow at Tee, who shrugged.
"Well, let's try lingerie. I have this gorgeous red bustier, with…" Patsy poked her fingers through the bra part. "With the playfulness of being a peek-a-boo."
Something—someone?—nudged my arm. Of its own accord, my hand reached out and my fingers grabbed the bustier out of Patsy's grip. I had always wanted one of these. To me, it symbolized a sexual tigress. A woman who can strut into a room and capture every man's attention. Of course, not me. Not in a hundred years.
"I have this regal blue one." Pasty held it out. "It matches your eyes."
I didn't hand the red one back to her. I couldn't. Red's my favourite colour.
She shrugged and moved on. I followed clutching the bustier as if I'd just won the Best Actress Oscar. By the time Kat and I left Patsy's Party, I had a bustier and a glass dildo. Three display areas later, I owned a bottle of lubricant—'A water-based warming gel that gently heats on contact to improve mind-blowing sexual satisfaction.'
Who writes the blurbs for these things?
My fingers hovered over a pair of red, fuzzy handcuffs, having noticed cuffs like these around Valentine's Day and thought they'd be a giggle to own. But could I? I'd never be able to trust a man enough to let him cuff me to… well to anything. Still, I wanted them. Really wanted them. And I kind of would like to find the man who could do the cuffing. Someone mysterious, adventurous and have incredible eyes. Hmph, I'm at a sex toy convention and I'm thinking about eyes. I gave myself a little shake and turned away.
Noting that my inhibitions had taken a vacation, I followed Tee to the next display area, side by side with Kat. The neon pink sign above the display read Adam and Eve. Adam's other job was probably male stripper or porn star. It had to be. Real men just don't look like that. You know that tingle that starts in your crotch when male heat walks into the room—well—hello Adam!
He talked about a five-function clit massager. My knees went weak and my jaw dropped open. By the time he got to powerful, easy to use and comes with multiple adjustments, perspiration trickled down my back and my panties were wet.
Did he stop there?
Nope! On to the latest and the greatest in spanking toys.
He stroked my behind with a long, black stick. "Do you like to be tamed? This is a stiffening crop." He gave my backside a slight slap.
I almost ripped his shirt off.
"You can turn it on low and be teased by your partner. Or turn to four…"
"And what?" Kat's voice was breathless.
He brushed my cheek with the crop. "It's best to save number four for a very naughty partner."
Yes, I bought it.
Get your copy today!
Amazon – ebook - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B093R9NN18/
Amazon – print – coming soon
Books2Read – https://books2read.com/Hot-and-Hotter
Print – coming soon
Kobo - https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/hot-and-hotter
Barnes and Noble -
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-and-hotter-daryl-devore/1139374506
About the Author
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. She has several published books available on Amazon in ebook or print, and available at other book retailers via Books2Read.
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and 2 cats. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.
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4 comments:
intriguing
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Thank you.
Sorry, i forgot what day it was. My bad. Tweeted.
This is both sexy and hilarious, Daryl!
She patted my shoulder. "They're built really strong, dearie."
Thanks for being my guest!
Thank you, Lisabet. I thought the humour of the scene would show how uncomfortable Red is being at the sex toy convention.
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