I want to welcome Daryl
Devore. First I’d love you to introduce yourself.
Hi. *waves at everyone* I’m Daryl Devore and erotic romance
writer. I’m Canadian and while I love my country – our winters are just too
long and too cold! I love to travel and to shop.
Tell us about your
latest release.
FL.E.S.H. is an
erotic billionaire story full of confusions, plot twists, humour and a lot of
love.
Now I have a few
questions for you – I have found readers do like to know fun things about us
writers.
1.) Who is your
favorite villain – it can be from a book (even one of yours), movie or TV show.
And why?
Lord Voldemort – from the Harry Potter series (in case there
was somebody on the planet who didn’t know that). He so enjoyed being evil. He
made being evil look fun.
2.) Who is your
favorite character out of your books? Why?
By chance, it’s Peyton Lang from FL.E.S.H. AT this moment, particularly because of one certain
author, billionaires are type cast and all into BDSM. I dislike jumping on
bandwagons. My billionaire came from a poorer background and worked his way to
wealth, but never lost his humanity and compassion.
3.) What do genre do
you write? What made you pick that one?
Erotic romance. In truth – I write romance with heat. I
didn’t choose this genre. It was chosen. Confused?? I wrote a romance. Someone
suggested I heat it up. I almost died of embarrassment. I can’t write that
stuff. What if my mother reads it?!?!?!?
But I gave it a go and ta da, I’m an erotic romance writer with 6 books
published.
4.) What are you
working on now?
Well, I want to finish a book I started a couple of years
ago. It’s currently called Book With No Title - because I’m horrible at titles
and I can’t figure out what to call it. It’s 3/4 done. I don’t write in the
summer. Canadians summers are too short to sit inside all day. So now that it’s
fall, I’m getting ready to jump back in to writing – only – another story is
suddenly bumbling around inside my head. It’s another billionaire story.
5.) What got you to
start writing?
Nothing. I just am. Writing stories or essays in school came
naturally to me. I could never understand why my friends all groaned and moaned
when we were assigned one. I just sat down and wrote it. I’ve since discovered
many, many people have trouble putting their thoughts onto paper.
6.) Where do you get
your ideas from?
Sometimes they are handed to me. Sexy Red Hood – a twisted
fairy tale. My publisher was doing a promotion and wanted fairy tales with a
twist. I picked Little Red Riding Hood. Brace for Impact, from the Crashing
into Love anthology. All the stories are based around a plane crash. And the
book with no title, my husband and I were driving somewhere and a song came on
the radio and the next thing I knew I had my laptop on my lap and 3 chapters
written. Luckily my hubby recognizes me in writing mode and he just kept
driving and didn’t speak to me. It seems he stopped at a MacDonalds and got me
a Diet Coke which I drank and I don’t remember any of it – I was that involved
in the idea.
7.) What would people
who read your work be surprised to find out about you?
I am the shyest person around. Twenty people in a room and
I’m the last one you’d pick to be the erotic romance writer.
8.) Do you have any
special talents?
I’m really good at eating all the chocolate in the room.
9.) What was the one
piece of advice you received when you were an aspiring author that has stuck
with you? Why?
Just send it in. You can edit the life out of your story. It
is never perfect. That was quite a shock to me. I reread my first story a
“hundred” times. Critique partners looked at it and so on. After it was
accepted for publication, I figured that was it. But then it came back from
edits. It looked like a scene from a teenage slasher movie. It dripped red. It
survived edits and, obviously, was published. But even now, when I go back to
get an excerpt for an interview or blog post – I still find something I wish I would
have written differently.
10.) If you could talk
to any famous figure (present, past or fictional) who would it be and what
would you talk about?
I’d love to sit down, put my feet up and have a chat with
the Queen. I’d ask her things like – have you ever had take-out pizza? (Brits call it take-away.) Have you ever
snuck out of the palace and just had a day like a regular person? Of all the
famous people she’s met – who was the dorkiest?
11.) What song would
you say describes your life?
It’s an oldie – Forever in Blue Jeans by Neil Diamond.
Because 90% of my wardrobe is what I can wear with my blue jeans.
12.) If you could come
back as any animal – what would it be?
A cat. I could spend all day curled up in the sun then go
get dinner handed to me then go curl up by the wood stove. Rough life.
Blurb
FL. E.
S. H.
FLame's
Electrifying Sexy Heat
When
secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes.
After a
mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn's dance career, she
picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward. As the owner of a small,
struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood she supplements her income
with a late night job at a dive bar. Haunted by the fear of humiliation, if her
secret is revealed, her life was under control until the night he walked
into the bar.
Peyton
Lang, having run from a bad neighborhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful
billionaire. Frustrated that his current multi-million dollar project is
stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a simple drink and late night
entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted
her.
After a
lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia's worlds are about to
collide.
Excerpt:
As they
wandered along the trail, Fuchsia chatted about her childhood, her loving
parents, helping milk the cows and deliver the calves. In the shadows of the
forest, her face glowed with contentment as she relived her youth. Peyton
listened, absorbing the knowledge. One side of him wondered how to use this
information to get her to agree to his plan. The other side wondered how to get
her to love him. Their kiss had been hot. At that moment, he could have taken
her. She was willing. Damn dog. Now, she'd changed to a friend, chatting about
her life.
But
whatever this was between them, it was different. She wasn't the same as the
women he met at dinners. Their forced interest and bored demeanors were pitiful
attempts at snagging his attention. Fuchsia simply talked, and he willingly
listened.
Spartacus
stopped and whimpered. He lifted his nose. Fuchsia griped Peyton's arm. Pride
flowed through him. She wanted his protection. He stood still and listened. He
heard nothing.
"Stay
here." He looked at the dog. "Spartacus, lie down. Stay."
Fuchsia sat on a nearby log and tapped her thigh. The dog glanced at Peyton.
"Okay." Spartacus raced over and lay against Fuchsia's leg, pinning
it to the fallen tree.
Peyton
dropped the backpack and dug out the air horn. "Press this. It's gonna be
loud. But it'll scare anything off. I'm going that way. Gonna check out what
scent he caught."
Fuchsia
gripped his sleeve. Her eyes were wide. Fear danced in her gaze.
He
patted her hand. "It's okay. I'm not going far, and look at him. He caught
a scent, but he's not whimpering. So he's not scared."
Peyton
moved off the path and headed in the direction of the cliff's edge. He knew it
ran parallel to the path, but he wasn't sure how far away it was. He'd give it
no more than five minutes. He wasn't leaving her alone long enough for her to
get into trouble. And after listening to her escapades as a child, he knew she
attracted trouble like honey drew a bear. He glanced left and right, maybe that
wasn't a good analogy for the wilds of Alaska.
The
cliff's edge appeared sooner than he expected. He crouched low and peered over
it, looking into the ravine. At the bottom he saw a mother black bear and her
two small cubs. No wonder Spartacus whimpered. He hurried back to
Fuchsia. When he was close enough for her to hear, he shouted, "Come here."
He waved, indicating she should join him. She stood, picked up the backpack and
walked toward him. Spartacus stayed beside her.
"Keep
your voice low." He reached into the pack and pulled out a leash, which he
clipped to Spartacus's collar. "When I say get low, crouch down. I've got
something pretty cool to show you." He held her hand and led the way back
to the cliff. "Okay down. Look. Over there."
Fuchsia
knelt next to him. "Oh my God. Is that a bear?"
"Black
bear. But it gets better. Wait for it."
The two
cubs waddled around their mother and sniffed at something on the ground.
Fuchsia squealed. "Babies."
"Cubs."
"Baby
cubs."
Close
enough.
Buy Links:
Print Copy - Barnes
and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/f-l-e-s-h-daryl-devore/1121863084?ean=9781511895934
Bio:
Daryl
Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a
large salt water aquarium full of fish and some house 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.
Thanks for letting me take over your blog :-)
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