Friend, colleague, and a great writer. Daryl Devoré, to me, is all that and more (seriously, the woman seems to know everyone and everything, and always has the right word for you). I’m very, very happy to have her here talking about her last re-release, Two O’Clock With The Billionaire, a ‘contemporary romance sweetened with a bit of vanilla sexcapades’.
Arianne’s just regular girl pushed into a corner and desperately looking for a way out.
Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage. The perfect way out? Hire a courtesan. While partying with his buddies he places an online ad that reads – Woman Wanted.
Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone and answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.
Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit it. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title A Kept Woman.
Here’s what Daryl tells us about her story’s story.
I’m a hybrid – two different elements in one. I have a publisher and I am an indie author.
Where am I going with this? Not to sure – so let’s find out. A long time ago, (7 years, I think), my first book was published through a small and new publisher. The book was A Kept Woman. I had no idea what I was doing or what to expect, but I had the writer’s thrill of being able to say – I’m a published author.
I, also, had several other manuscripts sitting on my hard drive that didn’t match what my author was looking for, so I stretched my legs and became an independent author – an indie.
Time passes – as it does – and I decided it was time to leave my original publisher. No hard feelings on either side – simply time to move on. I had a series written and peddled that around looking for an agent – failed miserably in that department. Tried publishers and was accepted by one, which I discovered a couple of years later was the publisher that originally published my first publisher. How’s that for a brain-breaking sentence?!?!
Having gotten my rights to my books back, I pondered – What to do? What to do?
Instead of asking if my new publisher wanted them – I decided to jump back into indie pubbing.
Totally honesty here – sales have been abysmal. I didn’t want to spend the $$ hiring a book cover designer. Decided to try my hand at it. A friend – you know who you are – suggested GIMP as a way to make a cover.
After many – many – possibly many – emails whining, complaining, and screaming in frustration, I managed to create a cover. Kinda proud of that little success.
I updated the story – changed a few things so it sounds more like how I write now – amazing the difference in style between then and now – and the transformation was complete – A Kept Woman is now – Two O’clock with the Billionaire.
Tuesday at 12:50, the subway raced through the dark tunnel. A cold chill had settled on Arianne. She kept her focus on her cell phone screen to avoid seeing if everyone was staring at her, silently condemning her for what she was about to do. She’d had spent the morning indulging in a long, hot soak in the bathtub then gave herself a mani-pedi. Every piece of clothing she owned had been tried on and rejected a half dozen times. Outfits ranging from Catholic schoolgirl to sleazy woman of the night were created and discarded.
She pulled her winter jacket closer to her body as she felt the subway train slow then stop at the station. Stepping out onto the street to her left, two stores away, was the Corner Coffee House. The clock above the door read 12:59.
People pushed past her, both trying to enter and exit the subway station. Pace by pace, she moved toward the coffee shop. Panic tried to kick in. She fought the urge to run. He was going to pay her a thousand dollars. She had to do this.
Arianne passed the restaurant, glancing in the window. Inhaling a calming breath, she looked like someone thinking about a quick cup of coffee as her gaze scanned the patrons –businessmen, ladies out shopping and lovers.
She stepped inside. The warm aroma of coffee teased her nostrils. She stood near the counter and waited. Attempting to appear as if she were looking for a seat, Arianne surveyed the room. The instant her eyes passed over his table, she knew which man was Derek. In the corner, reading a financial paper sat a dangerously handsome man.
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, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice 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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