June 26, 2015

Friday Flames Crashes into Love - with Daryl Devore

So excited to be here on Sheri Fredrick's Friday Flames this week. 
I've brought along a sexy scene from the newly released box set called Crashing Into Love
Six spectacular authors (Brenda Dyer, Jenna Jaxon, Deb Julienne, Melissa Keir, Lisa Kumar, and D'Ann Lindun) and myself banded together to create 7 stories based on love and survival. 
At first we tried to make all 7 stories center on one airplane crash, but that proved impossible – too many very creative minds. Once we settled on crashing our airplane wherever we wanted, then the fun began.
I chose a small deserted island in the Caribbean. It was winter up here in Canada when I wrote the story, so the lure of the heat of the tropics made my choice of islands a pleasure to write about.

Brace for Impact by Daryl Devoré. 
What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for rookie flight attendant, Lori, and sexy R.C.M.P. officer, Guy Lapierre? But Fate had other intentions.

Guy pushed aside the shredded curtain used as a door and stepped inside. For the first time in hours, he wasn't being drenched by water. He gazed into her hungry eyes and knew he was about to be drowned in love.
He lowered her feet to the floor then leaned forward, slipping a wet nipple between his lips. She wrapped her arms around his head to pull him closer.
He released her bud, lifted his head, grabbed her face and pressed his mouth against hers. Their tongues met and writhed around each other's mouth. He lowered his hands, reached for her panties and peeled the wet fabric down her legs. He dropped them at her feet. Paix stepped out of them, hooked her panties with a foot and flung them across the tiny room. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her crotch pressed against his swollen cock.
She squirmed against him. "I'm naked. Why aren't you?"
"Good question. Hold on tight." He held her with one hand and fought the wet denim. The shorts refused to cooperate.
She tilted back her head and an earthy chuckle erupted from her throat. Dropping her feet to the floor, she ran tiny kisses down his chest. Gripping the waistband of his shorts, she slid them over his hips, freeing his swollen cock. It bobbed outward. He groaned when she slid her fingertips along his thick shaft. With a sharp tug, she dropped his shorts to his ankles and sprang back up around his waist. Her hot sex glided across the tip of his cock.
Lightning flashed illuminating the cabin. Rain splashed through the glass-less windows.
Guy turned, shoved a small table out of the way and pressed her up against the wall. Bracing her there, he slid one hand between their hips and fondled her sex. She was hot and wet. "You are so beautiful. All I could think of was you. I didn't want to die because I needed to get back to you. To discover this." He slipped two fingers inside her.
She closed her eyes as a moan rumbled in her throat.

Daryl Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a feral cat 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.

Other Books by Daryl Devore

A Kept Woman
Sexy Red Hood
Black Dorn
Capri's Fate

June 17, 2015

Favorite Heroines Giveaway Hop!

One of my favorite types of heroines are the ones who decide to take charge of their lives.

They’re not the ones who lay down and take it. If life throws them lemons, then they throw the lemons right back and fly the finger in the face of fate!

I’m coming out with a new contemporary action-adventure romance very soon titled:

Monica Beggs

This heroine isn’t your sweet, simpering librarian.

She isn’t a doctor, lawyer, billionaire, or sheriff either.

She’s a porn star. Tarnished character right out of the gate.

Here’s a snippet to wet youruhwhistle:

“How much time do we have?”

Finn smiled, his boyish charm shining through. “Twenty minutes, why?”

Moni stepped back and pretended to size up the sexy man. She couldn’t wait to get his shirt off and take a peek below the belt. “I bet all we’ll need is ten.”

His mouth dropped and he looked aghast. “Maybe for you. But honey, I have afterburners you know nothing about.”

Sticklers for being on time, the military were precise. Right down to the second. If twenty minutes remained on the clock, more like nineteen now, Moni wanted every moment to count.

“There’s something I’ve wondered since you buckled my seatbelt.” His eyes tracked her tongue as she moistened her lips.

Finn rose from the bed to stand in front of her, between her legs. “Ask me.”

The pole raising a tent in his jeans hovered so near her face. Need thrummed, tension coiled, building a delicious density in her core. It took all the willpower she possessed to not tilt forward and stroke him with the tip of her nose.

No, not yet…

She waited. Remaining quiet, until his hands flexed into fisted balls not once, but twice.


“Are you sweet—” Moni leaned, keeping her hands gripped to the bed, and inhaled his musky virile scent as she drew the side of her nose along his hard length. “Or spicy?”

For everyone who leaves a comment and likes my Facebook author page, I’ll enter you in the drawing for a $10 Amazon gift card!

June 6, 2015

My Sexy Saturday!

Sexy can be anything, such as romantic moments like walks on the beach, a home cooked meal or even in another galaxy. It could be two lovers here on Earth dreaming about the day where they go on a magical vacation to another planet. Or staying right here at one of those wonderful places we can find in our own world.

Readers want to see those characters, the ones who can’t get enough of each other as well as ones who are fighting their way back to being part of the world once again. These are the types of characters they can’t forget, the one they want to take home and keep forever. Readers love the kisses, the looks or touch of each and every one of our characters. 

Sexy has nothing to do with looks or status or even wealth. It doesn’t demand perfection and it isn’t pretentious, but it does make us want to read those books.

We know that everyone has their own idea of sexy and we all love sexy!

There wasn’t another explanation the counter attendant would have understood without drawing attention to himself and still have her play the oblivious part. He strode back to the bar, dodging kids and outstretched legs. A likelihood of the tangos holding business-class seats was zero to zilch. Removing Monica from the masses would, hopefully, keep her out of their reach during the boat ride to the mainland.
Back at the table, he set his laptop on the empty seat and slid into his own. He casually glanced in the actress’s direction. Though she sat straight backed with nice posture, her brows were scrunched and she appeared captivated by whatever caught her attention on the iPad.