What’s a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
Blurb ~
What’s a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
Daryl Devoré’s latest is a quirky paranormal urban fantasy – Love My Fate.
Corporate businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. After a 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,
Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?
Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Capri’s Fate. The edition has a new title, new cover and has restored previously deleted scenes.

Excerpt ~
My erotic adventure began the moment he whispered, “Do you happen to own a pair of red, fuzzy handcuffs?”
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Well okay, it didn’t exactly start there. If I’m going to be perfectly honest, I think it started with Kat’s text: “Meet me at – insert name of five-star restaurant here.”
Kat’s always getting me to take her out for expensive dinners. I don’t mind, I’m a highly-paid executive, in a large global corporation, while she’s a receptionist in a small dental office. Besides, I like good food and her company.
Kat and I have been BFFs since third grade. We were in each other’s wedding parties and cried on each other’s shoulders at our subsequent divorces. Now, we’re each other’s go-to person whenever the mood strikes. Obviously, the mood struck and it involved my credit card. I texted back a reply –”Xavier’s. 6 pm.”
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Kat waited outside the restaurant when my cab pulled up to the curb. “Timing or what? I just got here.”
After the requisite cheek kiss, we stepped up to the Maitre D’. He smiled his I-must-be-friendly-because-they’re-guests smile and escorted us to our table. We ordered drinks and chatted. We talked about the weather, her new dress, my job—you know, just old—no, scratch old, put long-time—girlfriend stuff.
After a
“Do you trust me?” With a goofy grin on her face, Kat’s dark chocolate mellowed-from-too-much-wine, eyes gazed at me.
Having seen that innocent
A cab pulled up and stopped. She grabbed my arm and dragged me into it. “Convention Centre.”
I slid next to her and shut the car door. “What’s at the convention
“That’s the trust me
You have to love air quotes.
I checked my cell for messages then glanced at her. “Is this going to get me arrested? Again?”
She shook her head.
“Is it going to get me
Kat giggled.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“Nope. Not going to tell you. You need to trust me.”
Air quotes.
Again.
Buy Links ~
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About the Author ~

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.
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