Hello all. Happy to be here.
I'm Daryl Devore an erotic romance writer and I brought along my latest – an
erotic contemporary fantasy – Capris' fate.
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?
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."
~ * * ~
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?"
What People are saying about Capri's Fate –
5 Stars - Truly very creative lovemaking. I had to stop to fan myself
and sigh a lot of times. My toes really curled.
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.
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.
Thanks Daryl,
Anita
