Hello everyone, and welcome to JoAnne’s Postings, one of my 4 blogs. Today I have the lovely Daryl Devore, with her new hot and steamy release. Please make her welcome and don’t forget the comments. Now here’s Daryl.
I’m an erotic romance author. Needing to start a new book, I sat down at my laptop with a Diet Coke beside me, stared at the blank screen for a while and then typed – My erotic adventure began the minute he whispered, “Do you happen to own a pair of red, fuzzy handcuffs?”
My next thought was – Cool. Great opening line. Now what?
I had no idea what kind of story I’d write. I’ve written an erotic contemporary, a twisted fairy tale and an erotic medieval. By the time I was finished, I’d written an erotic contemporary paranormal and the title is Capri’s Fate.
Blurb: What’s a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
Corporate business woman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. Once a shocking, 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, harbors 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?
Excerpt #1. Mild
“Welcome to ‘Patsy’s Party’. Are you looking for anything in particular? To please yourself or that special other?” Patsy smiled.
“There is no special other for either of us at the moment. But we are both actively looking. I want toys for me.” Kat’s cheeks flushed, and her eyelids were wide open. I think she was panting.
Patsy looked at me. I did a gasping fish impression, then I heard the voice again.
“Buy something fun, something erotic and something dangerous.”
I spun around. No male stood near us and the little brunette, who was looking at a sex manual, couldn’t have a voice that deep. A chill slithered down my spine. I started to tell Kat what I’d just heard, but didn’t. She’d just have some totally plausible explanation and somehow I didn’t think hearing voices at a sex toy convention had any possible sane reason. And I wasn’t about to admit I thought I was going crazy.
“Well then, let’s start with dildos. Every girl’s best friend.” Patsy led us toward a shelf covered with phallic pieces of all sizes and colors. She began her sales pitch by picking up a largest penis I have ever seen. “This is our best seller, Mr. Monster Dong, guaranteed to drive you to new heights of sexual satisfaction. This fat boy starts at eight inches and gets bigger so you experience the feel of a really big cock. And best of all, this bad boy never goes soft! The three pages of instructions, which give a wide range of self-satisfying suggestions, are included.”
I thought Kat was going to have an orgasm on the spot. She squealed three times during the description and practically ripped the thing from the woman’s hands.
“If you are into the more sensuous.” She picked up a glass dildo. “This little baby is called A Woman’s Delight. The latest in the glass line. Its ridges and g-spot teasers are designed to heat up your playtime. I know what you’re thinking but it’s completely non-porous, so it stays germ-free.”
“No. No.” I waved my hand at it. “I’m more worried it’ll break. I mean it’s glass. And…uh…where it’s supposed to go…I mean…um….” Puul-lease beam me out of here, Scotty.
She patted my shoulder. “They’re built really strong, dearie.”
“Oh, good.” My smile was a pathetic little one, but it was the best I could do.
Excerpt #2. Hot – Capri has a sexual encounter with Thall – who is only a voice
I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud.
“They’re beautiful. Continue,” the voice urged.
To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.
Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.
It took me a moment to figure out what to do. No, Thall didn’t send the instructions along, and I hadn’t had a chance to read them yet. My bad.
Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.
A surge of lust rushed through my body then centered in my crotch.
The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn’t fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudge me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?
The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart.
Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I’ve been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.
Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed, and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.
The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs.
“Do you want it?”
“Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?”
Do the Fates understand the term – duh!
A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.
Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.
The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.
I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body. “Touch me!”
“Where?” His voice brushed past me ear.
Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn’t breathe.
Time-stopping, scorching strokes on the smallest part of my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy.
“Again?” His voice was soft and tinted with humor.
“Yes!” It was more of a snarl than a polite response.
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Bio – Daryl Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, new kitten, a large salt water aquarium full of fish and some 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.
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