Hello and welcome to my blog for another round of Meet the Characters! Today I am featuring a guest blogger who has graciously agreed to let me do a character interview, which is my favorite kind of interview. Join me in welcoming author, Daryl Devore, and her characters from FL.E.S.H . It’s a fantastic erotic contemporary romance with wonderful characters so without further ado here is the interview with Peyton and Fuchsia.
How did you first meet your writer?
Fuchsia – I walked up to the front of her brain and put my foot down and said, “Hey! You’re not doing anything. Write my story.” Unfortunately, poor Daryl didn’t even know I was in her head.
Peyton – I was too busy in my office to notice what was going on until I ended up in a dive bar half way across the country and this sexy-as-hell dancer walked onto the stage.
What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?
Peyton – The action. Have you seen this lady dance? She’s so hot.
Fuchsia – Wrong answer. The romance is best part. Although it did take us a bit to get to the romantic part.
Do you infiltrate your writer’s dreams?
Fuchsia – Not anymore. Since she wrote our story I’m letting her get a good night’s sleep before the next one steps up and demands to be written. I wonder if I should tell her how many people are bouncing around inside her head?
Peyton – snorts – Oh, that’s who those other people were. Naw, don’t tell her, let it be a surprise.
What do you like to do when you are not being actively read somewhere?
Peyton – Can I answer that?
Fuchsia – laughing – We all know what your response would be. And funny enough, it’s the same response as mine.
Are you happy with the genre your writer has placed you in?
Peyton – uh – yes! It’s an erotic romance so that means there’s lots of —
Fuchsia crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.
Peyton – There’s lots of romance and I love romance.
What do you do for a living?
Peyton – Business. A lot of real estate investments. I build things, like medical centers, shopping malls.
Fuchsia – Which is how we met, because of his business. I teach ballet in the daytime and at night I’m a pole dancer in a strip club. I don’t strip, just dance.
What is something no one knows about you? Why do you keep it a secret? And what would happen if everyone found out about it?
Fuchsia – My secret is out. I used to be so worried that once people found out I was a pole dancer then all the parents would pull their children out of my school. But they understood that I was doing it to get enough money to keep the dance school open. I teach in a depressed area. I can’t charge huge fees and things cost so much these days. So the pole dancing kept my ballet school open.
Peyton – uh, If I tell the secret then everyone will know and that’s not something I want to have happen.
Fuchsia – What secret?
Peyton – I have no secrets with you. You know everything. It’s them *he points toward the monitor * I don’t want them to find out. Could hurt business.
What other profession would you like to try?
Peyton – Easy one. I’d love to be a chef. I love to cook.
Fuchsia – He’s really good. The first thing he made me was blueberry pancakes from scratch. Not from a premade mix or from the freezer, but from flour, sugar, eggs and so on. Then he had Vermont maple syrup to put on them. He’s fabulous.
What do you admire about your parents?
Fuchsia – My parents are hardworking dairy farmers in Vermont. I’m their only child. They gave me so much love and taught me how to give love back.
Peyton – Don’t admire anything about my parents. Mom’s an alcoholic and dad took off when I was little.
What is your greatest fear?
Peyton grab Fuchsia’s hand – Greatest fear – losing Fuchsia. She is so interwoven into my life. I can’t imagine her not being there.
Fuchsia leans over and kisses his cheek. – I love you, too.
When secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes.
After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn’s dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward. As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood she supplements her income with a late night job at a dive bar. Haunted by the fear of humiliation, if her secret is revealed, her life was under control until the night he walked into the bar.
Peyton Lang, having run from a bad neighborhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. Frustrated that his current multi-million dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a simple drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.
After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia’s worlds are about to collide.
Flame peeled off her red leather bra and thong and pulled on a black set. She slipped her feet back into her stilettos and fastened the buckles. Cotton Candy hustled past her, puffing and wiping sweat from her brow. “That’s a dead crowd out there tonight. Tips are so gonna suck.”
Flame chuckled. “Don’t they always?” She flipped open her makeup case, grabbed a tube of strawberry lip gloss, and rolled the sweet lacquer over her lips. Reaching into her bra, she adjusted the ladies, and then sprinkled body glitter on the mounds of her breasts. She turned her back to her mirror, twisting around to sprinkle more glitter onto both butt cheeks, making sure to accent the curve of her ass.
She walked out of the room and into the hall that separated dressing room from the side stage entrance. There, she ran through a series of moves to warm up and loosen her muscles. Years of dance training had taught her how to prepare for a show, but being a pole dancer in a dive strip club was not the Lincoln Center she’d imagined. Her right Achilles tendon complained. She pointed and flexed her foot then stretched the back of her leg. How ironic. An Achilles heel had been both Achilles’ downfall and hers.
Once she felt loose enough to dance, she popped her head into the sound booth and said, “Frankie has deemed that I’m up next. Jade’s not dancing tonight. Fell off her heel. Can you put the Pole Dance Six music on?”
“Flame, honey, your wish is my command.” Steve scrolled down the music list and clicked on the requested folder.
The music from Passion Fruit’s performance faded and applause replaced it. She bumped Flame’s shoulder as she exited the stage. “Sorry. Gawd, what a shitty crowd. Brain dead morons are takin’ over the world.”
Flame stepped past her, walked to the pole at center stage, wrapped her fingers around the metal and waited for the first music cue. As the opening chord sounded, she focused solely on her job, spinning around the dance pole, holding on with a hand, a bent knee, or a curved elbow. She stood beside it, lifted her leg as high as she could, rested it on the shaft, and then pulled herself forward into a standing front split. She laid her head on her leg and tossed her hair right and left as she gazed about the bar. Baseball Cap Guy’s seat was empty. Probably in the men’s room, jerking off.
With a twist, she lowered her leg, turned so her back was against the pipe, and kicked off the stage. With her legs spread wide, the black crotch of her thong exposed to all, she swung around the pole. The brilliant stage lights blurred as they seemed to whiz by. She slapped her feet to the floor, dropped to side splits, and humped the floor for several bars of music. When she raised her head, her gaze met two eyes staring intently at her. A small grin hovered over his lips. Forgetting her number one rule, she smiled back. He tilted his head in a small nod.
Flame’s focus broke. Her pussy clenched. Her nipples strained against the leather bra. No man had ever disrupted a performance like the simple grin on this one’s face. She pushed herself to her hands and knees and crawled forward. When she reached the edge of the stage, she shifted to sitting on her heels with her knees splayed. She dragged the nail of her right index finger down the center of her forehead, along her nose, over her pouted lips, between her breasts, along her firm torso, and then over the edge of her leather-encased mound. Reaching up, she ran her fingers through her long red hair and paused with her hands behind her head. There, she waited, displayed for him, knees apart, and breasts pushed forward as if offering herself to his desires.
He stood, walked around his table, and stopped before her. A musky scent danced on the air. Reaching forward, he tucked a bill into the edge of her bra, his finger grazing her naked flesh. A shiver raced through her. A moan tickled her throat. The scent lingered after he returned to his seat.
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Daryl Devore, an erotic romance writer has five published books and three WIPs. She – yes SHE – lives in Ontario, Canada on an old farm. Her neighbours are trees, birds, bunnies, deer and coyote/wolves. She used to live in the city and always considered herself a city girl, but now she loves living with no one around her and her family. She feels like she can breathe.
When Daryl’s not writing she loves to garden in the summer and hibernate in the long cold Eastern Ontario winters. Two interesting facts about Daryl – she’s a belly dancer – complete with red harem style costume and she has a 2nd Dan black belt in Tae Kwon Do.
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GoodReads Author Page – http://www.goodreads.com/DarylDevore
Amazon Author Page – http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004TJ1354
LinkedIn – ca.linkedin.com/pub/daryl-devore/58/b42/792/
Thank you for joining us today! I hope you enjoyed this round of Meet the Characters and will join us again next week!