New Release Two Truths and a Lie by Daryl Devoré Meet the Author and My Review

Always happy when I can have one of my friends’ new release! And isn’t this cover just perfect (well, I can tell you it is, but you’re gonna have to read the book to know why)?

Two Truths and a Lie by Daryl Devoré released a couple of weeks back in the romantic suspense, adventure genre.

The legend of Robin Hood and Maid Marian with a twenty-first-century twist. If you love hot, billionaire romances, then this is a must read.

As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-laced billionaire, Mark clash over Byn’s need for independence and Mark’s struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-five-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.

All is lost until a children’s game is their only hope.

From the author of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy, multi-published, hot romance author Daryl Devoré’s latest book revolves around deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red diamond.


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I loved Byn. She’s so very determined, and strong headed (to her fault), and sweet underneath it all… She can definitely kick butts, though. I couldn’t not like her, a lot. She’s just my kind of heroine.

Mark is a real gentleman, but you don’t want to get on his bad side, which Byn does, of course.

The writing style is sharp, no word is wasted, so you can run along with Byn and Mark and follow them in their adventure. Yet, you will be able to know these two complex people deeply.

Expect surprises. A lot. And you’ll travel, far and wide.

All I had to do was steal a rare, red diamond. How hard could that be?

I followed the others into the Whittle Bus, took a seat and turned to look out the window. I didn’t want a seat buddy. I didn’t want a BFF—someone to giggle and bond with. I had a job to do. I had to keep my focus.

Especially if I wanted to live.

I stared blankly out the window, not seeing the city shift to country. Music blared from the bus’s sound system. The driver turned the radio on an All 80s channel. Trying to block the music, I reviewed my evening. First, act like a meek female, not too competent or intelligent who doesn’t speak English fluently. Second, pretend to be an acceptable server and deliver drinks to thirsty, rich people. Third, steal the red diamond.

Simple enough.

I didn’t want the gem. Hmph, who was I kidding? I’d love to own it. But, a job’s a job. I’d been commissioned to steal and deliver it to a secure box. And that’s exactly what I intended to do. I’d planned this job for several weeks, if not months. Finally, the right opportunity presented itself and here I was sitting on a bus listening to You Spin Me Round, dressed like a French maid. So unbelievably annoying. The skirt barely covered the bend in my butt. Every time I tugged at the skirt, my boobs started to pop out of the top. Not that there was a lot of boob to pop out. I seemed to be missing the greatly endowed gene. I stifled the fantasy of putting my fingers around the neck of the old pervert that demanded we wear these ridiculous outfits. And gloves. We all had to wear white gloves. Who does that?

I’m guessing the host of the party didn’t want us mere peasants touching anything, leaving our filthy germs which he might pick up and then die of some horrible flesh-eating disease. Hey, a person can dream.

But on the bright side, the gloves played right into my hand―so to speak. I didn’t have to figure out how to conceal a pair of latex gloves. I’d wear these white monstrosities, steal the red diamond and not leave a fingerprint in the whole house.

The bus slowed, passed through the open gates then drove around to the back of a large manor house. I’ll admit the house wasn’t as big as the one in Downton Abbey, but it was still impressive. A reddish-brown brick house with several floors, lots of windows and partially covered in ivy which screamed rich person lives here. The land around it extended for acres in every direction. I’d already done my research on the place. I knew every inch of the outside and inside. I had escape routes planned. Although, I had no intention of needing them. I was confident I was leaving the same way as I’d arrived—on this bus.

Bio and Social Media

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. Daryl has several published books available on Amazon in ebook or print book and available at other book retailers via D2D.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and 2 cats. 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.

Piece of Writing Advice

by Daryl Devoré

Authors get repeatedly asked – What advice would you give to a new author. I, generally, reply with the same answer – Join a critique group.


It’s hard to spot the little details – the little typos or grammar slips ups.

I sea the back cat. Now you’d think spellcheckers would catch those silly little mistakes. Quite often they don’t. And as the author, when I read that line – I KNOW it says – I see the black cat. So that is how I read it.

There are lots of self-editing tricks and they can catch the “invisible” mistakes, but slip-ups always seem to get through.

So why a critique group? People.

When a person reads your chapter/book for the first time, they are seeing each word. They can catch the slip-ups. Are they perfect? No.

A CP (critique partner) is not an editor. They are supposed to point out what catches their eye. In all honestly, the CP could point out I spelled see wrong, but then completely miss black. No worries, another CP will catch the misspelt black.

I joined and left 8-10 critique groups before I found the one I am at. Some were overly demanding. Some were overly arrogant! Others just weren’t a good match.

But when you find the right one – you have a whole new group of friends. We celebrate book covers, new releases, finding an agent, plus engagements, new babies and other joys of life. And we sympathize with terrible sales, agent rejections and the sad parts of life. When a member has a question about how to find/do something – they ask. The group answers. Someone mentions a new book release and offers to appear on blogs start popping up.

Then there is the friendship. Viv and I are in the same group. We’ve never met. We don’t even live in the same country. Viv sends me chapters and chats about her life. I critique them and talk about my life. We have a friendship developed from the love of writing. (Vivi here. It really did! Sorry for butting in…).

And I think that is the best benefit of a critique group. Writing can be a lonely life. It’s good to know there are friends out there.

Now – if you are a reader – how does this relate to you? Do you like to read? Would you like to watch the development of a book? Try joining a critique group and ask if they would let you just be another set of eyes.

Writers are always looking for people to critique. And we get super busy trying to write our book and critique our friends’ books then look at the critiques our friends sent and then… the list goes on.

Is critiquing hard? No. Read the chapter and point out what catches your attention. What is spelled incorrectly. Maybe the wrong punctuation at the end of a sentence? Maybe you caught a plot bunny – the character’s name was Bill but suddenly it’s Bob. (It does happen). Just  suggestion as you sit there a bit bored and self-medicating with chocolate – or is that just me?

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