Romantic Words By Cynthia: DARYL DEVORE VISITS MY CRIB TODAY!!!

What a pleasure to have as my guest today Daryl Devore! I booked her several months ago and have been looking forward to seeing what she would bring today. Oh, before I forget, please leave Daryl some love at the end of her post.

So, enough from me--take it away Daryl!

I'm Daryl Devore and I'm an erotic romance writer. What does that mean? I write romance stories where the sex is not done behind closed doors. It's often done in places that don't even have doors.

I don't write porn. In porn. In a porn book, if the sex was removed what would be left is the title page and the words –The End.

In erotic romance, if the sex were removed, it would be a romance.

Why do I write? It's the child in me whom I never let go of. Watch a child at play. The cardboard box is a castle, the stick is a sword and hiding behind the bush is a fearsome fire-breathing dragon. That little girl is still inside of me – a bit of Peter Pan. Growing up, I fought not to let that ability to imagine and create disappear.

Why write erotic romance? Why not? It's pretty much that simple.

So what have I written?

A Kept Woman – erotic contemporary romance

Blurb - Desperately unemployed, Arianne, answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With miniscule hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to Derek, a handsomely dashing man, whom she discovers is a billionaire. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?

Sexy Red Hood – twisted fairy tale

Blurb - “Go save your Grandmother.” After learning her grandmother booked a cruise with a supposed gigolo and is squandering her inheritance, Esmeralda (Red) Hood boards Emerald Forest cruise ship to protect both.

Once there, Red slips and falls into the arms of Wilhelm Olf, a dark-eyed, continental who makes her body tingle. Stepping out of the elevator, she barges into Andrew Woodsman, a bumbling private school teacher on his first vacation cruise.

With her attention torn between the dissimilar but sexually-intriguing men and keeping watch over tequila drinking, rock wall climbing grandma, Red's cruise is filled with fun and erotic fantasies.

Grandmother's warning of Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing leaves Red confused. Later, when she wakes up in a utility closet, hands and feet bound and emerald necklace missing, Red discovers the man she suspected is not only innocent but also the one she loves.

Black Dorn – erotic medieval romance

Blurb - Purchased to be trained as a courtesan, Branwyn arrives in a strange new land. A castle called Black Dorn. Her instructor, Duna Trea, is horrified by Branwyn's lack of knowledge of the relations between a man and his woman. Branwyn begins her daily lesson in the art of bedding a man.

Back from battle, Prince Malack rests near a brook to freshen before returning to the court of his father. His life is lonely. The noble woman chosen to be his bride rejected him and bedded his hated rival. Malack turned his anger and loneliness onto the focus of battle and increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn.

Branwyn, lost and afraid, nears the handsome stranger standing by the brook and requests his help. Malack raises his eyes and his gaze settles onto the face of the woman who will be his queen.

What am I currently working on?

Capri's Fate – erotic contemporary romance

Capri is a modern business executive who is tricked into attending a sexy toys convention. Once there, she encounters a voice, which follows her about the convention hall – and then to her condo.

Unedited Excerpt

When I glanced at my reflection in the full-length mirror, I giggled. My sexy red bustier with the peek-a-boo bra looked adorable with my sleeping kitten flannel pajama bottoms. Hey, gotta like flannel p.j.s. They keep me warm on cold winter nights.

"Take your pants off."

I spun around. "What the…?"

"Take your pants off. Put this on." My drawer slid open and my black lace thong (my secret indulgence) floated over to my bed.

Okay, I'm way drunker than I thought.

"I followed you home."

"There are stalker laws." Listen to me. I'm threatening a voice. A voice that can move underwear.

"Change, get a glass of wine and I'll explain."

Not that I jump when ordered around by an invisible voice, but the idea of a large glass of a very good wine sounded appealing. After returning from the kitchen, I hauled off my flannel bottoms and stepped into my black thong. I tugged at the back strap and shifted my butt. I'd like to meet the person who thought sticking a string up your butt crack was a good idea.

Settling back onto my bed, I sipped my 2006 Zaca Mesa Viognier. My favorite little wine with peachy undertones. I get all giggly when I say that – peachy undertones.

As I put my glass down, the lights dimmed, music played—from somewhere—and the bed covers pulled back. Even though I was sitting on them. A warm breath drifted across the back of my neck. Goose bumps ran up my spine and, embarrassingly so, my nipples stood at attention. Flattering myself that I was handling this all very well, I picked up my wine glass, took a big gulp and decided to grab the bull by the horns – metaphorically speaking. "Are you a ghost? Because I don't believe in ghosts."

"No, I'm a Fate."

"You mean like, let the Fates decide?"

"Yes, that would be the best interpretation for you."

I tilted my head from side to side trying to figure out where his voice was coming from. "But the Fates are girls. I know my Roman? Greek? mythology."

"That is mythology. This is reality."

Lifting one eyebrow, I snorted. "I'm talking to the air and you're calling it reality?"

"The three Fates were children of the original power."

I took another sip of wine. "So you're a child of the Fates?"

"Go forth and multiply."

"You're just full of one-liners."

"Humans do not believe in us and yet they call upon us to make decisions for them. 'Fate made me do it'. 'Let the Fates decide.' 'May the force be with you.'"

"That's Star Wars." Great, I've got a stalker Fate with a sense of humor.

"I heard that."

Shivers slithers through me as what felt like tiny sparks tickled my neck.

"We're real. We've been around since time began. That first monkey who jumped out of a tree and walked on the ground, Fate made him do it. A cousin of mine, actually."

"You're kidding!"

"Yes, I am. You humans are so gullible."

I waved my arm about. "Can I touch you? See you?"

"You would not understand our form, but I can touch you." A wave of heat slid up my leg and rippled through my belly.

Buy links –

A Kept Woman

New Dawning International Bookfair - http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/

Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Kept-Woman-bdsm-spanking-ebook/dp/B004PGNB9C

Smashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/43872

Reader Store - http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/daryl-devore/a-kept-woman/_/R-400000000000000350757

BookStrand - http://www.bookstrand.com/a-kept-woman

If you prefer print books – All Book Stories - http://www.allbookstores.com/Kept-Woman-Daryl-Devore/9781466257245