Blurb and Buy Link
What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?
Esmerelda 'Red' Hood is summoned to her mother's executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too late.
On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother's warning rings in Red's ear "Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing."
Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.
Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Sexy Red Hood.
Character Interview ~ Red Hood
• What impression do you make when a person first meets you?
I try not to act like a bumbling idiot. I like to pretend I give the impression that I’m a sophisticated person, but I have been known to fail – miserably – at both.
• What is your greatest fear?
My mother. I get endless phone calls from her checking on me and my love life. Then there are the terrifying calls from her where she’s arranged a blind date with one of her friends’ sons. Yikes!
• What is your profession?
I’m a junior accountant at a middle size, family owned chocolate company.
• What skill do you have that you’re proud of? Why?
I can identify from which country Theobroma Cacao is from. In other words – cacao. It isn’t cocoa beans. It’s cacao. But I’m just showing off here.
• Describe your ideal man.
Someone I found on my own. Someone who will let me be me and not be so concerned about what other people think. Someone who’ll hold the door open for me when I want that kind of treatment and then be wise enough to know when I get the damn door myself.
• What trait do you like most about the person you fell in love with?
His joy for life, He’s not concerned about other people’s opinions about him. He knows who he is. He knows his faults. He’s accepted my faults and he’s willing to meet me half way and make a go of this relationship.
Tagline
- What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the
huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?
Excerpt
Red had
barely stepped into the office marked R. Hood, when her mother pushed her aside
and closed the door. “Your grandmother has booked a stateroom on a cruise ship
and is taking a man with her.”
Sensing So what?? was the wrong answer, Red let
her mother vent whatever bothered her. This day could still be saved. If her
mother stayed focused on the crisis-of-the-moment she might forget the weekly
discussion of her love life.
“A man.
Did you hear me?”
“Yes,
Mother.” Red unbuttoned her coat, dropped her gloves, scarf and onto the seat
next to her then settled in the brown leather chair in front of the desk. Her
mother walked around and sat behind her large, hand carved, oak desk. It
provided an imposing barrier between mother and daughter.
“I
haven't told you this before, but your grandmother's going through your
grandfather's money faster than you can go through a tub of maple walnut ice
cream after a breakup.”
“Mom!”
Folding
her immaculately manicured hands and placing them on her desk, Red's mother
looked up. “Your flight's at two.”
“Excuse
me?”
“I've
booked a flight to Miami and a stateroom on The Emerald Forest.”
Red
shook her head. “I can't afford a stateroom on a junior accountant's salary.”
“The
company is paying. I had my secretary send everything to your cell. Now, you
have no time to talk. Go home, pack, find your passport and save your
grandmother.”
Red's
voice rose an octave, “Save my grandmother? From what?”
R. Hood
placed her fingers on her forehead. “Save your grandmother from spending your
inheritance on some gigolo. Your grandfather built this company from nothing to
a multi-million dollar business. And he had to fight the big boys like Hersey
and the Mars brothers to do it.”
Red
sighed. “I know the corporate story, Mom. He started by making his chocolate in
great grandma's kitchen and from those humble beginnings—”
“Put you
through Harvard Business School,” snapped her mother.
“Only to
be dumped in a junior accountant's position.”
“We'll
fight later. Now go. No. Wait.” Red’s mother pressed an intercom button.
A
disembodied voice responded. “Yes, Mrs. Hood?”
“The box
for my mother-in-law, where is it?”
“I'll
bring it right in, Mrs. Hood.” A moment later, the door opened and Brittnee
entered carrying a silver box. She offered it to Mrs. Hood.
Robin
pointed to her daughter. The secretary handed the box to Red and left the
office, closing the door behind her. Red didn’t need to ask, she knew it was
the box. It contained the new samples for next year's line. Grandma Hood
retained the right of final decision on what chocolates were sold at Hood
Chocolatier.
“Take
those to your grandmother. A taste of home might bring her to her senses.”
Red held
back a frustrated sigh. She didn't want to fly to Miami. If she was away,
Katerina would jump at the chance to sink her claws into Stanley. Her man, the
stud, the gorgeous VP of Sales who made her body swoon with desire whenever he
walked by. The smell of his aftershave made her undies wet. Once, she rode from
the lobby to the sixth floor with him and almost had an orgasm before the
elevator doors opened. She couldn't concede this hunk of a man to Katerina. But
what could she do?
Her
mother snapped her fingers. “Why are you just sitting there? Go. Save your
grandmother. Save your inheritance.”
Bio and Social Media
Two
writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong
heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl
Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to
no heat.
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in
Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two black cats - Licorice and Ginny-Furr
Purrkins - and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest.
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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