Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl'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, two black cats - Licorice and Ginny-Furr Purrkins - 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.
Where do My Book Ideas Come From?
This is a question that authors get asked a lot and my usual reply is – my head.
Suddenly an idea pops up. I was riding in the car one day, grabbed my laptop and wrote three chapters of a book that I had no idea I was going to write. That book turned into a trilogy.
I just finished a medieval story with a dragon. Someone somewhere mentioned dragon and suddenly there was one flying around in my head.
For Two Truths and a Lie, there was a suggestion of writing a story centered around a character who breaks the law – an art thief – cat burglar – sort of thing. And I, truly, have no idea how I took that idea and wrapped it into the tale of Robin Hood. I didn’t plan on doing a take off on the legend. I’m a pantser not a plotter. So, I didn’t know my brain had linked my story to The Adventures of Robin Hood until I wrote the last line of the first chapter.
It was great fun writing this story and I did dive into the legend including the line – take from the rich and give to the poor. But I added a slight twist. This is a contemporary version of Robin Hood. With all the wonderful elements of a red diamond, a looted painting, a British manor house, a Lamborghini and to keep everyone on their toes – 2 plane crashes and a car accident.
Blurb for Two Hearts One Love Trilogy
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.
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.
Excerpt from Two Hearts One Love Trilogy
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.
I knew where I could hide in the house if needed. And I had a back-up plan to my back-up plan. Several people had been paid hefty fees to watch my back. This gem was as good as stolen.
With my head lowered, I followed the others out of the bus. The music clearly inspired the eleven of them to a high level of chattiness. No one spoke to me or, I guess, even noticed me and that was exactly what I wanted.
Think about all the press reports of crimes. The reporter asks the neighbours to talk about the alleged shooter and they always reply, "He was so quiet. Kept to himself." The fellow officer workers say of the embezzler, "She was as quiet as a mouse. Did her work and went home." That's me. The quiet, invisible one. The one going home with a large, valuable gemstone while the rest go home with a meagre paycheck.
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