Blurb
What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
Daryl Devoré’s latest is a quirky paranormal urban fantasy – Love My Fate.
Corporate businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. After a 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, harbours 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?
Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Capri’s Fate. The edition has a new title, new cover and has restored previously deleted scenes.
Tagline - What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
I love it when I get the chance to talk with awesome characters! Here's 6 Things You Need to Know about Capri Gray...
Amber (A) - So, Capri, nice to have you join us. Have seat. Coffee?
Capri (C) – Yes, please. Cream. No Sugar.
A – Tell a little about yourself.
C – I was a senior corporate executive of a global corporation whom I refuse to even speak their name.
A – Was?
C – You have to read the story, but it involves 2 very annoying FBI agents and corporate espionage.
A – Since this is a romance - tell us about the love of your life.
C – Thall isn’t really a man. He is male. And can become a man, but he’s the son of a Fate. So he isn’t human, but he can become one. Have I totally confused you? Because I spent a lot of time trying to understand who and or what Thall is. The one thing I did figure out is I am madly in love with him.
A – How did you meet this Thall?
C – At a sex toy convention. My best friend, Kat – who is the wild child of our friendship – ordered tickets to the event. I had to pay for them. Then she dragged me inside and…uh…well, there were a lot of things that I didn’t know existed.
Anyway, I’m walking around the place and a voice whispers in my ear. I thought I had walked through someone else’s conversation. But no, he was talking to me. Then he followed me home. And what happens after that is hot and super sexy.
In case you missed the 6 things.
Coffee – cream, no sugar
No longer works for an unnamed global corporation.
Was investigated by the FBI.
Was accused of corporate espionage.
Loves a Fate named Thall
Has a best friend name Kat.
I could have extended the list to easily 6 more items – one being a Komono Dragon. But instead, I’ll leave with the opening scene.
Excerpt
My
erotic adventure began the moment 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’s
always getting me to take her out for expensive dinners. I don't mind, I'm a
highly-paid executive, in a large global 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 long-time—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 demeanour 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 Centre."
I
slid next to her and shut the car door. "What's at the convention
centre?"
"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 cell 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?"
"Nope.
Not going to tell you. You need to trust
me."
Air
quotes.
Again.
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Two
writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes
hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl'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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