This series is a lively and wonderfully naughty Georgian-era romp with great attention to historical detail, memorable and likable characters, sensual and moving love stories, and marvelous writing. You will be grandly entertained.
A letter to all DeVere fans,
In anticipation of the 8th installment in my award-winning DeVere series (Library Journal Best e-book romance of 2012), I have released a single volume e-book compilation of the three stories that feature the devil himself, Ludovic, Viscount DeVere.
A Devil Named DeVere is a full length title (105K words/555pages) comprised of three novellas (The Devil You Know, The Devil’s Match, A Devil’s Touch ). In order to better serve as a standalone story I had re-edited with the addition of a few select scenes from A Wild Night’s Bride and The Virgin Huntress.
It is my hope that this book will serve as a solution for readers who are interested in the series, but might be too impatient to wade through all of the preceding novellas in order to get “caught up” before the release of Jewel of the East (coming in January 2014).
A Devil Named DeVere
When burned once… Beautiful, respectable, and dutiful, Diana Palmerston-Wriothesley was resigned to her decade-long loveless and childless marriage to a feckless husband until a dire discovery shatters her life.
By an old flame… A master of seduction, Viscount Ludovic, “The Devil” DeVere, is accustomed to taking what he wants heedless of the cost until encountering a woman who won’t be had at any price—at least not until a dark secret compels her to seek aid and comfort in this devil’s arms. What begins as an all-consuming passion becomes a true devil’s bargain when circumstances beyond their control drive the lovers irrevocably apart.
Fire is best fought with fire…Four years later, DeVere is world-weary and bored with his life of debauchery when Diana unexpectedly reappears. Although both believe the former inferno has been reduced to bitterness and ashes, their chance reunion proves otherwise. With their passion reignited to undeniable ferocity, DeVere is hell-bent to lure Diana back into his bed… while she is equally determined to bring him to his knees.
THE DEVIL DEVERE SERIES:
A Wild Night’s Bride #1
The Virgin Huntress#2
The Devil You Know #3
The Devil’s Match #4
A Devil’s Touch #4.5
Jewel Of the East #5 (January 2014)
Devil in the Making #1
The Trouble With Sin #2
Ned’s Folly#3 (coming late 2014)
Thank you as always for your friendship and support.
Ludovic scowled. “Sin, it seems you were unduly attached to the creature. You must break this damnable habit of falling in love with every female you bed. ”
“DeVere’s right,” said Charles Fox.
“Neither of you can understand,” Simon replied sullenly, “for you have yet to experience the grand passion, the all consuming power of love.”
“Sin, listen to me closely,” Ludovic said. “You must accept that sometimes a fuck, no matter how rapturous, is only a fuck. No more. No less.” - Devil in the Making (FREE Download!)
"Where are my clothes, Sin?" Ned demanded, his arms crossed over his broad chest and his gaze a mere slit.
"Clothes?" Simon repeated blankly.
"Yes. Clothes. I seem to be devoid of any."
Simon smirked. “However did you lose them?”
"I’m not in a humor for humor," Ned replied. "Must I drag your arse from the bed?"
"It would be a wasted effort, for you’ll find I have no clothes either." Simon chuckled. He raised the sheet that only partially covered the four bodies. "Indeed, none of us seem to have any clothes." - The Trouble with Sin
"Ah, Ned!" Ludovic cried in a voice slurred from drink. "I wondered where you’d gone. You’ve returned with a companion?"
”Only because the lady expressed a wish to make your acquaintance.”
Ludovic gave Ned a sardonic arch of his brow. “How extraordinary. Did she, indeed?” He abandoned the nearby breast to appraise Phoebe. “Charming.”
She realized she had passed muster when he waved away the woman between his legs and flashed her a bedazzling smile. “What is your name, my pet?”
”Kitty,” she replied.
DeVere threw back his head with a guffaw. “Kitty? How delightfully apropos!” His erstwhile companions forgotten, he patted a muscular thigh. “Come then, Kitty, my sweet, little puss. Sit on your master’s lap, and I’ll stroke you ‘till you purr.”- A Wild Night’s Bride
Ned looked to DeVere. “You are the master of mayhem. Any brilliant ideas?”
“If we want him to leave the gate, we must provide proper motivation.” DeVere answered.
“Such as?” Phoebe prompted.
“Let us keep to the basics, my pet. Men are primarily moved by either their stomachs or their cocks. If we cannot tempt the one, it must be the other.”
Ned glared. “What are you suggesting?”
“Our little chambermaid can take the blighter off by offering him a hand job.”
“The hell she will!” Ned barked before Phoebe could answer for herself. “Think of something else!”
“Come now, Ned. She’ll be well compensated for her trouble. He chuckled, “Hell, for a thousand, I might be tempted to do it myself.” – A Wild Night’s Bride
“Aye!” said Polly. “Keep it up and ye’ll only make a fool of yerself and spoil any chance for a suitable young man.”
“But I love him, Polly!”
“Pshaw! The frog in the well knows nothing of the great ocean.”
Vesta scrunched her face. “Must you always speak in riddles?”
“Ye’ve been mollycoddled, missy, and can know nothing how the world works.”
“But I do know love, Polly! I loved Captain Hew from the moment I saw him and I just know I can make him love me too!”
“Humph!” Polly scoffed. “And the ass dreams of thistles too!” – The Virgin Huntress
Ludovic interjected, “And where ever an ass falls; there he will never fall again.”
“I indeed marvel at that, Vic.”
“That I have remained unwed?”
“No, that you are still an ass.” Hew grinned, adding, “although yet an unmated ass.”
“And that is precisely the state I intend to maintain. A man who lives alone is a god unto himself.”
“And a devil unto others.” – The Virgin Huntress
“Why would you do such a thing?”
DeVere looked annoyed. “Why must everyone always ask “why”? I do because it suits me to do. I do not adhere to the worldview that one must always have a reason for everything. – The Virgin Huntress
“Do you wish to tell me what it is that sent you to my door, Vesta?”
“Must I have a reason?” she said. “You are my godfather, after all.”
He chuckled long and hard. “No my dear, reasons are only for those beings with inferior understanding.” – The Virgin Huntress
“Should you later grow chilly, dear lady, you need only whisper the word, and I shall command every hearth in this monstrosity be lit. I would rather set my entire house aflame than cover such a magnificent…” His gaze raked over Diana’s bosom with an appreciative gleam. “… gown.” – The Devil You Know
You know I have never believed in monogamy.”
"Yes," she said tightly. "You have made that clear on many occasions. Love requires a desire to sacrifice, Ludovic. To give up purely self-indulgent pleasure in return for something deeper and more meaningful.”
"Have you ever loved before, Diana?" he asked, deftly turning the tables.
The question caught her off guard. “No,” she said softly, but then her armor came up. “I once thought perhaps I could have, but I never really had the chance to find out.”
"Is that what truly eats at you?" he asked. "Incessantly and relentlessly plagues you? Refuses to ever give you any peace?" He dug deeper. "The lost opportunity? Never knowing for certain whether you have the capacity for it or not?" He twisted the knife.
"Yes! Damn you!" she cried, feeling the brunt of his counterstrike full force.
"Damn me, indeed," he murmured, "for I suffer the same.” – The Devil’s Match