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Thursday, July 24, 2014

Daryl Devore Stops By With Her M/F Erotic Contemporary Paranormal Fantasy-- Capri's Fate. Plus There's A Free Read

Visiting today is erotic romance author -  Daryl Devoré.   Can you tell the readers a little about yourself? 

Let's  see. 

I love to travel. I want to see the world. Literally - I’d go into space in a heartbeat. I’ve touched a piece of the moon, which sounds cool but anybody can do it - just have to visit NASA in Florida. 





I create great dinner parties. My friends love it when I call up and say, “I’m bored.” Because that means there’s something scrumptious for dinner and something decadent and chocolate for dessert. Jim, a friend’s husband, has been known to beg for my Trinity Parfait - 3 ingredients - whipped cream, chocolate and sugar. (Nobody is allowed to be on a diet in my house.)


So what actually kicked off your start as an erotic romance novelist? How long have you been writing? 

One thing lead to another and a story that was a romance got "heated up" and crossed the line into erotic and ta da I'm an erotic romance author. How long have I been writing? Seems like forever, but to the point of being published – five years I think.


How do you come up with your material for your novels?

It could be a thought that pops into my head. Or I could overhear someone say something and that triggers a thought which grows into a scene which blossoms into a book which - at some point, I actually have to type onto my laptop. 


What is your favorite genre to write? 

Erotic romance is the only genre I've tried. There are so many sub genres that I can play with – erotic contemporary, erotic paranormal, erotic fantasy, erotic medieval etc


When you begin a story do you start with character or plot? 

Well since I'm a complete pantster I'd have to say characters, but even that's not right. Sometimes I start with simply a moment in a story. An idea hits me for a scene and then I build on that. Once I had the final line in a book and had to work a story toward it. Someone mentioned dragons and I have a WIP on that. Confusing – yea, well that's me.



Tell us about your latest. What inspired it? 

Capri's Fate was an idea. I didn't actually know I was ready to write another book. I sat down, turned on laptop and spit out chapters 1, 2 and 3. Then I had to figure out where to go with the rest of the story.  See – no plotting. I think I like the creativity of writing myself into corners and then having to figure out how to get out.


And for my final question, what are five things that make Daryl Devoré a happy woman?

Chocolate, my husband, chocolate, my daughter, chocolate - and little furry kittens. 






Capri's Fate

Erotic contemporary fantasy

Blurb

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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Excerpt- 

My erotic adventure began the minute he whispered, "Do you happen to own a pair of red, fuzzy handcuffs?"

Well okay, it didn't exactly start there. If I'm going to be perfectly honest, I think it started with Kat's text: "Meet me at - insert name of five-star restaurant here." 

Kat is always getting me to take her out for expensive dinners. I don't mind, I'm a high paid executive, in a very large corporation, while she's a receptionist in a small dental office. Besides, I like good food and her company. 

Kat and I have been BFFs since third grade. We were in each other's wedding parties, and cried on each other's shoulders at our subsequent divorces. Now, we're each other's go to person whenever the mood strikes. Obviously, the mood struck and it involved my credit card. I texted back a reply –"Xavier's. 6 pm."

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Kat waited outside the restaurant when my cab pulled up to the curb. "Timing or what? I just got here."

After the requisite cheek kiss we stepped up to the Maitre D'. He smiled his, I- must-be-friendly-because-they're-guests, smile and escorted us to our table. We ordered drinks and chatted. We talked about the weather, her new dress, my job—you know, just old—no, scratch old, put longtime—girlfriend stuff.

After a diet conscious meal, followed by a calorie-loaded dessert, we waited outside for a taxi. 

"Do you trust me?" With a goofy grin on her face, Kat's dark chocolate mellowed-from-too-much-wine, eyes gazed at me.

Having seen that innocent demeanor before; it meant nothing but trouble. I was a bit wary. Okay, a lot wary! The last time she'd gawked at me like that and asked the same brainless question, we ended up at a frat house beer slosh during Homecoming and I wasn't in college anymore.

A cab pulled up and stopped. She grabbed my arm and dragged me into it. "Convention Center."

I slid next to her and shut the car door. "What's at the convention center?" 

"That's the trust me bit." She raised her hands and flicked two fingers up and down at the words "trust me".

You have to love air-quotes.

I checked my Blackberry for messages then glanced at her. "Is this going to get me arrested? Again?"

She shook her head.

"Is it going to get me hit on—again—by horny, beer-soaked, college drunks?"

Kat giggled.


"Is that a yes or a no?"

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What people are saying about Capri's Fate.

5 Stars - Found myself laughing out loud several times, which is a breath of fresh air for erotic novels.

5 Stars - Truly very creative lovemaking. I had to stop to fan myself and sigh a lot of times. My toes really curled.

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Buy Links

Smashwords–  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/309990

Amazon-   http://www.amazon.com/Capris-Fate-ebook/dp/B00CJ1I6Y0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1366992997&sr=1-1&keywords=new+dawning+bookfair

Kobo-   http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Capris-Fate/book-7uOs7lH6QU66B8y_ji9JWw/page1.html

ARe-   https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-capri039sfate-1172391-140.html


Bonus Hot Excerpt-  

I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud.

"They're beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.

To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.

Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.

It took me a moment to figure out what to do. No, Thall didn't send the instructions along, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet. My bad.

Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.

Snap. Snap.

A surge of lust rushed through my body then centered in my crotch.

Snap.

Snap. Snap.

The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudge me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?

The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart. 

Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.

Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed, and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.

The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs.

"Do you want it?"

I groaned.

"Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?”

Do the Fates understand the term – duh!

A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.

Snap.

Snap. Snap. 

Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.

The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.

I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body. "Touch me!"

"Where?" His voice brushed past me ear.

"My clit."

Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn't breathe. 

Time-stopping, scorching strokes on the smallest part of my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy.

"Ohhhh!" 

"Again?" His voice was soft and tinted with humor.


"Yes!" It was more of a snarl than a polite response.

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Bio


Daryl Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two cats, a large salt water aquarium full of fish and some ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe 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, flew 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.



Where to find me


Blog - http://myeroticnotions.blogspot.com

Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/daryl.devore 

Facebook Author Page - https://www.facebook.com/pages/Daryl-Devore/280168402052520

Twitter - http://twitter.com/daryldevore

Google+ - Daryl Devore

Wattpad - http://www.wattpad.com/user/DarylDevore

GoodReads Author Page - http://www.goodreads.com/DarylDevore

Amazon Author Page - http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004TJ1354




10 comments:

  1. Thanks for letting me stop by and take over your blog.

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    1. You are welcome! Stop by any time. :)

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  2. Great interview! I'd love to touch moon rock!

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    1. I've touched a few. My daughter majored in Geology and had some of the samples in one of her classes.

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  3. Your dinner parties are sounding fabulous. When can we get an invite? I love your books and learned more about you today! All the best!!

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    1. Lol - kind of a long drive up for dinner, but the food would be good.

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  4. Ahhhh, seriously? My comment didn't take? Will try again.

    I want to be invited to one of your dinner parties--pretty please? I'm a terrible host, but I'm fun at parties, hehehehe.

    Loved this book--and dude, your bonus hot excerpt was HOT!
    What I loved about this story is the characters. They feel so real!

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    1. Hop on a West Jet and fly on over. I have a sneaking suspicion you're a blast at a party :-)

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  5. Anytime I have to host a dinner, I'll send you and invite and you can cook as much as you want :) Great interview. Tweeted.

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    1. be glad to. I think I should have been a chef.

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