Daryl Devore – Love
My Fate
What's
a woman to do when a voice follows her home
and makes mad, passionate love to
her?
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6 Things You
Need to Know about Capri Gray
Liza, the interrogator - So, Capri, nice to have you join us. Have seat. Coffee?
Capri
(C) – Yes, please. Cream. No Sugar.
L – Tell a little about yourself.
C
– I was a senior corporate executive of a global corporation whom I refuse to
even speak their name.
L
– Was?
C
– You have to read the story, but it involves 2 very annoying FBI agents and
corporate espionage.
L
– 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.
L
– 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.
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.
Bio and Social Media Links
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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