5 Quickies with Daryl Devore
1. Can you tell me what you are working
on now?
Yes. And
I am sorely tempted to leave it there. I like that sick kind of humour. I am
nearing the end of a medieval fantasy. Yes, it has a dragon.
2.
Where do you find inspiration for your stories?
All over the place. One book – the
inspiration came from a song. Another – I had the last line and had to write a
book to get to that point.
3.
What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
Raks Sharqi (belly dance) and yoga.
4,
What item, that you don't have already, would
you most like to own?
A
tiara. Which is hilarious. I live in sweats or blue jeans.
5.
Do you use a pseudonym? If so how did you choose it?
I use Daryl Devoré for my hot romances and Victoria Adams for my sweet romances.
Although I am in the process of combining the two into one name. Daryl Devoré – was a collaboration of my
critique group. My real first name is Daryl then we came up with a last name.
Victoria Adams – the name just popped into my head.
Blurb:
Daryl Devoré pens another hot read – the medieval
romance -Branwyn’s Love.
The tale of a young woman sold as a courtesan in
training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the
bewildering art of bedding a man.
The noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride
rejects him by bedding his hated rival. Malacke turns his anger towards
increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds until his
attention is captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.
Note: This book contains elements of domination, submission, and
fetishes. If these concepts disturb you, please do not purchase or read this
book. Branwyn’s Love was formerly known as Black Dorn and published by New
Dawning.
Excerpt –
“Excellent. Now we begin your first and most important lesson -
tragor. In your language, it has many meanings. But I believe duty is a good
word. Through your duty, you must submit. Submission is your tragor. Do you
understand what that word means?”
“Yes, Duna Trea. I am a very obedient person. When my aunt or uncle
requested I do something, I did it without question.”
“But yesterday I told you not to speak to anyone unless spoken to
first, yet you disobeyed me. And did it to Gon-Dra Malacke.”
“I am sorry,” said Branwyn. “I was frightened and confused. I…I did
not know who he was. But Leah explained these things to me.”
“So, do you state that you understand tragor?”
She closed her eyes and nodded.
“Then stand and remove your upper garments. Unlace your bodice, let
it and your sleeves drop to your waist.”
With trembling fingers, Branwyn tried to comply, but the laces
refused to undo.
Duna Trea waited while Branwyn fumbled with the laces. “Now your
shift. Expose your body.”
Branwyn’s muscles stiffened. A chill swept through her. “But I will
be naked! One should not expose one’s body to another. It is against the—”
A flash of anger filled Duna Trea’s eyes.
Remembering Leah’s instructing and her discomfort, Branwyn did not
want to cause any more pain to her. Surely,
Duna Trea knows it is wrong to expose oneself. She paused, hoping her duna
would rescind the order.
“Tragor.” One anger-filled word hung in the room.
Eyes squeezed shut, and bottom lip trembling, she reached for the
bow to loosen the front of her shift, tugged on the right sleeve and removed
her right arm. She gripped the material in her underarm and lowered the left
sleeve. Placing her arms in front of her breasts, hands clasped under her chin,
she raised her elbows, letting the material drop.
“Lower your arms.”
Three simple words cut Branwyn like knives. She tried to drop her
arms, but the muscles refused to obey. Tears slipped between closed lids and
trickled down her cheeks.
“Tragor, Dune.”
With every muscle fibre fighting the motion, Branwyn lowered her
arms but held her hands clasped before her.
“Place your hands behind your back. Complete exposure. Good girl.
Now step this way.”
Duna Trea stood next to Malacke.
Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, Branwyn stepped over and
stood next to Trea. “Have you ever touched a man?”
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Thanks for sharing,
Anita
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