New Release: Between Despair and Ecstasy


Today I am thrilled to have Daryl Devoré on my blog with her latest release, Between Despair and Ecstasy. “Take it away, Daryl.”


“I am happy to be here at Peter’s blog and I would have brought along my rock star hero, but he has to get ready for a concert. So, I brought along one of the star performers from the Pink Flamingo Drag Club – Diva Extraordinaire, Sandee who is known for a fab-U-lous Liza Minelli and Cher.”


  1. What is your name and how old are you?

My name is Sandee and a proper diva does not reveal her age.

  1. Do you have, or have you ever had, a nickname?

    Where I grew up was a small backwoods hole in the wall and nobody understood me. So I was called a lot of nicknames, but none of them are worth repeating.

  2. Are you married?

Unofficially yes. Stewart and I tied the knot Pink Flamingo style. Someday we hope to live in a city accepting of us and our lifestyle and then we can have a proper wedding.


  1. Where were you born?

Middle of the US. Draw 4 lines – where they intersect is where I was born.

  1. How would you describe your physical characteristics?

I’ve been told I have the sexiest green eyes and the tightest little…um…behind.


  1. How would you describe your personality?

    I’ve left the places that ridicule me and now I live where I am accepted for who I am and I am allowed to let my personality shine.


  1. What do you most like about yourself?

    I’ve accepted me and who I am.

  2. Do you have a trait you dislike?

    My nose. Is a nose a trait? I wish my nose were perkier.


  1. Do you generally tell the truth? If so, under what circumstances would you lie?

Generally, I tell the truth, but I have been known to let a little white lie slip by, especially if it’s about a surprise.

  1. What hopes and ambitions do you have?

    I’d love to play one of the big drag clubs in Vegas and become famous and drive a pink Rolls Royce and have screaming fans adore me.

  2. How are your relationships with your own sex, generally?

    Some can tolerate me. Like Darien – he accepted me without any hesitation. Others – can’t abide by my lifestyle.

  3. How are your relationships with the opposite sex, generally?

    M.G. Girls are fab-u-lous. We can talk about makeup and clothes. Erika and I have had the most fab-u-lous hen chats. But don’t ask about the one when I called her a bagel. That was just embarrassing.

  4. How would you describe your dress style?

 Over the top. Sequined. High heels. Feathers. Makeup. But when I’m at home chillin’ – sweats and tank top.


  1. What hobbies/interests do you have?

    I love to bake. Especially cupcakes. I adore cupcakes. Such cute little baby cakes. And you can decorate them with sprinkles. Heavenly.

  2. What sports do you do, or watch?

    Sports??? Ew. Although I do love sweaty men in tight shorts.

  3. What are your favourite foods/drinks?

    Anything that doesn’t put inches on my belly or butt.

  4. How would you describe your sense of humour?
  5. How would you describe your temper?
  6. Do you think your author has portrayed you accurately?

    M.G. She did such a great job. And yes – she paid me to say that.

  7. Do you think readers will like or dislike you?

The readers love me because I am fab-U-lous.




Excerpt: Between Despair and Ecstasy

With legs idly swinging, Sandee sat slumped, head dropped to his chest. Erika settled next to him and bumped his shoulder with hers. “What’s up?”

He lifted his head. Tear-filled eyes met her gaze.

“Oh, Sandee.” She threw her arms around his shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

He sniffed. “Stewart’s having an affair.”

Erika sat back. “No way. Stewart loves you.”

Sandee pulled a tissue from a box by his thigh. “He’s been going out and not telling me where he’s going. He said he was going to be here this afternoon, working on something. I…I brought him lunch. You know the man forgets to eat.”

He pointed at a local Thai restaurant’s take-out bag. “He’s not here. Nobody is.”

“You are.” She gave his shoulders a squeeze.

“I’m nothing. I’m a nobody.” Tears streamed down his face.

Erika reached past him, grabbed a tissue and dabbed his cheeks dry.

He inhaled a wobbly breath. “Problem is, I can’t…can’t…if I tell him I came here, he’ll think I was checking up on him. And I wasn’t.” He pressed his forehead on Erika’s shoulder. Sobs convulsed through him. “I wasn’t. I really wasn’t. I brought him lunch.” He jerked upright and slapped the bag off the stage. It hit the floor with a thump. “I brought him his damn lunch because I love him and he’s not here ‘cause he’s off somewhere…with someone…who’s not me.”

“Oh, Sandee, honey. I know Stewart loves you.” She placed her hands on his cheeks. “You want to know how I know?”

He sniffed.

“Stewart looks at you the same way Darien looks at me. With love in his eyes. He doesn’t see my faults. He doesn’t care if I haven’t brushed my hair. Or if I’m dressed in sweats and a T. I could have a zit on the end of my nose the size of a golf ball. He wouldn’t care.” With tenderness in her voice, she continued, “When I look at Darien, I don’t see the brash, conceited rock star people say he is. I see a compassionate, warm human who loves me more than I can understand.”

Sandee managed a weak smile. “He does love you.”

“I know. You told me he did. And you told me to trust him. And you know what, you were right.” She handed Sandee a tissue.

He wiped his eyes then blew his nose.

“Now, you listen to me, ‘cause now I’m telling you. Stewart loves you. Trust him. There is a wonderful reason he’s not here, and when he’s ready, he’ll tell you.”

“Being in love sucks.” Sandee pouted.




Concerned for his fiancée’s safety, rock star Darien Scott races to Bangkok to protect Erika Bailey, only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worst, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club, The Pink Flamingo. Or so he thinks. When a python and Gan are involved, things go sour, and Darien sinks into a deep depression.

Erika is disheartened by the betrayal of her parents. Her father’s destruction of her club and the humiliation of her mother’s drunken behavior have her feeling down, but those are the least of her worries. She has a wedding to plan, but won’t. Having been betrayed too often, she’s scared to trust Darien.

How can Erika prove to herself and Darien that she loves and trusts him? Simple. All she has to do is jump out of a plane.

Buy link: eXtasy Books


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About the Author

Daryl Devoré (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice 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 to find Daryl Devoré

Blog – Romance Sweet to Heat





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