Wednesday, December 20, 2023

New Audiobook!


 

Hi everyone, thanks so much for supporting my latest book, Good Looking. I'm happy to announce that it's now available as a professionally produced audiobook. You can find it on Audible, Spotify, or anywhere else you get audiobooks, including some libraries. 

Here is the direct link on Audible. If you get the ebook on Amazon, there's a big discount. 

And if anyone wants a free review copy in exchange for an honest review, I'm happy to share promo codes. Just let me know! 

The same goes for my previous two books, which are also available in audio. You guys, all these narrators are so good, and they make the stories even more devvy. Check them out!

Thursday, December 7, 2023

Thank you for supporting The Walled Garden!

Hi PD blog,

Thank you so much to everyone who has been buying and reading my new dev romance novella, The Walled Garden - it's been so exciting to see all of the support. 

I'm checking back in with a few updates. First, the paperback edition is now available through more etailers: check out this link for a full list of purchase options.

Also, if you've already read The Walled Garden, please do take a minute to leave a rating/review on Goodreads or Amazon. It really helps!

Finally, to say thank you - I haven't been able to make time to draw Helena & Michael yet, but I did find a cute sketch of Roy and Asher from Shadowboxing that I never shared. Enjoy!




- R 

Sunday, November 26, 2023

New Book Release: The Walled Garden (a.k.a. Jazz Age!)

Hi PD,

I'm very happy to announce the release of my newest dev romance, The Walled Garden. "Jazz Age" has always been the story that received the most requests for a sequel, and I've finally expanded it into a 43,000-word novella! It's chock-full of romantic longing, 1920s glamour, eccentric friends and family, and of course devvy details.

Cover art featuring a black-and-white, 1920s photo of a glamorous, dark-haired woman in profile

1922: Helena De Vries is an East Coast heiress dispatched to Southern California, where she wants to help her eccentric aunt establish a museum—while her parents aim for her to court young men of suitable stature. Lonely and dissatisfied, Helena flees a glittering soirée, only to encounter a man who presents her with an impossible appeal.

Thoughtful, witty, and kind, Michael Byrne is a son of one of the nation’s wealthiest families, yet has lived his entire life confined to one wing of the Byrne mansion. Born with cerebral palsy and deemed incapable of public appearance, Michael has never been allowed to meet anyone like Helena. For him, their friendship is an unexpected gift.

But after the first sparks of warmth—and desire—Helena finds herself longing for more. Equally afraid to expose their affection to public censure and to give Michael promises that she might not be able to fulfill, Helena faces an irresolvable dilemma: how can you confess your love for a man who isn’t supposed to exist?

The Walled Garden is a sparkling, lush, and sensual Jazz Age romance novella, featuring a rich cast of characters who struggle to reconcile exacting social expectations and the demands of the heart.

Please read and enjoy -- and if you can, leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads to help the book get off the ground! <3

- R

Tuesday, September 19, 2023

Buttered Bread

Spencer positions his wheelchair at the kitchen counter and leans slightly forward, bracing his forearms on the counter’s edge for stability. Using his wrist flexors, he paws the knife towards the edge of the counter, getting it just close enough that he can grasp it loosely in his slightly curled fingers. His fingers are unable to wrap around it, but he has enough control and strength in wrists to lift it. 


Even though most would have considered him an old hack at this, an intense look of concentration still breaks out across his face as he dips the knife into the butter and guides it to the bread. His arm moves in a sweeping motion, his shoulder and elbow clearly compensating for his lack of fine finger control. 


The butter clumps. The bread breaks  in the middle where the knife catches it wrong. It takes some time, but eventually the bread is buttered – not perfectly, but satisfactorily. 


With a satisfied nod, he glances around the kitchen, already thinking through his next move. He leans over, hooking one arm behind the small black push handle attached to his chair’s backrest for some added stability, then grabs a lightweight plastic plate in the dishrack. It looks like something made for a child, but it’s more practical than traditional – and heavy – ceramic dishes. Using the back of his hand and wrist, Spencer manages to slide the plate closer to the bread. With a practiced motion, he uses the knife to carefully push the slice of bread onto the plate. It doesn’t land perfectly centered, but it’s on the plate and he’s fairly confident it’s secure enough for transport. 


He backs his wheelchair away from the counter, creating space to maneuver. Without finger dexterity, he can’t grip the plate’s edges, so he grabs it with the heels of his hands and moves it carefully to his lap, then turns towards the living room where his roommates are watching TV. 


Saturday, September 2, 2023

Good Looking Preview chapter 2

 Thanks everyone who has read and reviewed Good Looking so far! You guys are the best. 

Here is the second chapter, where we get the dev's point of view. 


Chapter 2

Abby

There’s this guy. I can’t take my eyes off him. 

The first day of my Brit lit class, I’m sitting there quietly, looking over the syllabus and thinking about how I’m going to manage all the assigned reading and writing with my rehearsal schedule when there’s a clattering along the side of the lecture hall. Somehow I just know what that sound is. A second later, I look up to see a white cane hitting the backs of the fixed chairs and my attention is drawn like a magnet to the guy holding the cane, the most arrestingly, strikingly handsome guy I have ever seen. I mean, most girls might look at him and see an average looking white guy with brown hair and brown eyes, but they would be so, so mistaken. His hair is slightly curly and he has that clean-cut, boyish look that I always go for. But it’s not only that. 

It’s because he’s blind. 

Tuesday, August 29, 2023

Good Looking preview

 Thanks to everyone for the kind words and for pre-ordering my latest book, Good Looking. The wait is over, it's live now! Thanks also to all my awesome beta readers. I worked really hard on this one, and I hope you all enjoy it. If you like it, please leave a review, it helps a lot. 


Here is the first chapter:


1993: Somewhere in the Midwest

Nick

My brother and I have always been the center of attention. When we were fourteen, all kinds of doctors and researchers spent over a year studying us, because Nate had gone blind and I could still see, even though we’re identical twins. I don't know what they were hoping to find, exactly. It's not like we have secret psychic powers, and I could transmit images to him. Most of the tests seemed boring and pointless, like having us try to solve a Rubik's cube and see who could do it faster, me with colors or Nate with Braille. Nate always won, but that's just him. I bet if we raced now he'd still win. 

Sometimes the researchers would ask hesitantly how it affected us, like if Nate was jealous or resentful or anything, and they always seemed surprised when he said no. But this wasn't because Nate's such a great guy. I had already shown symptoms of the same condition. We had always had trouble seeing in the dark, and by the time we were ten or so we both had blind spots. It’s just that his were bigger than mine. The way he figured it, he was more advanced, and it was only a matter of time before I caught up. 

Nate was right. By the time I was sixteen, I could hardly see anything at all except a few pinholes in big static-y gray patches, like a badly tuned TV set. The studies stopped. 

Monday, August 21, 2023

New Novel!

 Hi everyone, Devo Girl here back with another new novel! I'm getting in on the dev-issance, happy to see so many of our authors coming out with new books. Actually I've been working on this one for a really long time and I'm super happy to finally share it with you.


 I chose to write about a devotee character, which is a bit scary in published fiction, but I really want to get the positive message out there. The release date is August 29, but it helps a lot if you pre-order. We talk a lot here about changing the public narrative on devs, so this is my tiny effort in that direction. Please support!

Good Looking by Lucy May Lennox


Nick: College is supposed to be when you figure out who you are, but it’s not easy when your roommate is your identical twin brother. Nick shares everything with his brother Nate, including a genetic condition that causes visual impairment. Nick feels like Nate is better at everything, including being blind. But when Nick falls for nerdy theater major Abby, he finally starts to strike out on his own.

Abby: That guy in Abby’s lit class is just her type, not only because he’s sweet and gorgeous, but because he’s blind. Abby is a devotee—she’s attracted to people with disabilities. But after her ex rejected her when she came out to him, she’s scared to reveal the truth of her attraction. How can she tell Nick he’s not her first blind boyfriend?

At a big Midwestern state university in the 1990s, Nick and Abby stumble towards adulthood, through awkward parties, regrettable flirtations, frantic cramming, and poorly planned road trips. It’s college life in all its exciting, raunchy, disgusting, hilarious glory, set to a 90s alt-rock soundtrack.



As always, the cover is by an awesome dev artist:

Monday, August 14, 2023

Love In Troubled Times

Hello blog readers, 

Just wanted to let you know that finally, after about two years of working on this story, "Love in Troubled Times" is now available on Amazon Kindle and KU. I've invested countless hours in this story and have really poured my heart and soul into it. I know it's different from what I've written in the past, and I'm not sure how it will be received, but it is what it is, and I hope that some people will enjoy reading it. If you are like me, a devotee who is attracted to men with SCI and men with walking disabilities, you may enjoy my latest book. My male protagonist wears leg braces and uses crutches to help him with walking, and my female protagonist has no issue with that, just the contrary if you know what I mean. 

Anyhow, if you enjoy "Love in Troubled Times", please let me know and connect with me on IG, FB, or on Goodreads. Thank you for all your support throughout the years!

Hugs, Dani 

Love in Troubled Times


Prompt: “If you tell anyone I cried during that movie, I’ll block you.”

Prompt: “If you tell anyone I cried during that movie, I’ll block you.” 

When you’re never physically together, everything must be intentional.

I guess one could make the argument that intentionality should always matter and be present in all situations, but in my experience, it’s easy for that to fall by the wayside when things are, well, easy.

Sean and I have been friends for years. We met in an entomology lecture during our freshman year and ended up partners for the final project that was something like sixty-five percent of our final grade. The universe couldn’t have plopped two more different people together: me, with my chipped black nail polish, combat boots, and obsessive love of Sapphic literature, and Sean, who showed up to 8 a.m. lectures in a backwards Braves cap and Nike joggers, fresh-faced and somehow still managing to look clean-cut.

To look at us, you’d think we would never have worked. Yet here we are: fifteen years later, on complete opposite sides of the world, settling in to watch a movie together. A monthly ritual that we rarely miss. 

Not that it’s been easy getting here.

It Happened One Night or Hook?” He’s sharing his computer screen with me, and I can see him scrolling through options on Netflix.But neither of those are on the screen, so I’m not sure where they came from or if either of them is even available on Netflix.

I shake my head and tilt the screen of my laptop so I can see better. “Not like the Hook kind, but I am kind of in the mood for fantasy.”

He groans and keeps scrolling. Flicks past five or six options I definitely would’ve been fine with, like he’s holding out for something specific he can’t quite name. I try not to feel irritated. This movie night only happens once a month. Between time zones and work schedules and life, this – plus some scattered texts and the occasional spontaneous phone call – is about all the time we get with each other.

It annoys me more than I want to admit that we never pick the movie in advance. Sitting here in silence while he scrolls feels like a waste of precious, limited time…even though I know it’s not. It’s still together. And that’s what counts.

I didn’t always feel this way. Back when we were younger, time felt endless. There were entire afternoons we spent doing nothing: lounging around our apartments, walking across campus just to grab coffee, or laying out on the green until it got dark. We didn’t need a plan. Just proximity. Back then, showing up for each other wasn’t a choice; it just happened, almost by accident.

Maybe that’s because undergrad—and life, up to that point—was so easy for both of us. Neither of us had faced any real hardship or friction. And certainly nothing that ever got in the way of our friendship.

But then we graduated. Sean got a job out of state. I stayed behind and started grad school. We both liked to travel, and for a few years we made an effort—meeting up once or twice a year in whatever city sounded good, splitting hotel rooms, getting lost on purpose. Sometimes we managed to time things so we were both home for the holidays and could sneak in a catch-up lunch or walk around the old campus.

But those visits got fewer. Work got busier. He moved abroad. I moved apartments, changed jobs, changed routines. Travel started to feel more like a chore than a break. We were still close – I thought – but something shifted. Not all at once, and not because anything went wrong. Just...naturally. That’s how it happens, I guess. You blink, and suddenly all your friendships require effort.

Suddenly my small picture-in-picture view of Sean’s face, which until now had been furrowed in concentration, two little lines forming between his eyebrows like choosing our movie is the most serious thing he’s ever done, starts shaking and then tilts. Now I’ve been rotated ninety degrees to the right.

“Argh, fuck.” He reaches his arms and swipes at the empty air, and that’s when I realize his laptop has fallen just beyond his reach from the spasm in his legs. He tries again, this time rocking his shoulders like he’s building momentum, reaches his arms out again, and lurches forward.

“You really had your computer just chilling on your legs?” I ask, stifling a laugh. “Are you jonesing for a new computer or something and the only way Margot will go for it is if this one break?”

He doesn’t answer me as he maneuvers the laptop back onto his lap, pulling with his arms and wrists, not his hands and fingers, which are extended but limp, but I can see a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t tell,” he says, huffing quietly from the effort of getting the laptop back in place, then glances at me and holds his right thumb, which he can kind of flex, up to his lips and makes a Shhh face.  

I pantomime zipping my lips and throwing away the key. Then, before he can lapse back into scrolling, I add, “Let’s take that as a sign from the universe and just pick something already.” He pauses and there’s only one title I recognize, and I’m pretty sure it’s a kid’s movie. But it’s time to get this show on the road. I point at it even though that’s pointless since we’re just sharing a screen and not a computer. “Bridge to Terabithia, go.”

The movie opens with a little boy – well, little to us, but probably not to the intended audience – running through a cow pasture and thinking about an upcoming race. The movie opens with a little boy – well, little to us, but probably not to the intended audience – running through a cow pasture and thinking about an upcoming race. Something about the way the boy moves – fast, unthinking, all limbs and energy – makes my chest ache a little.

Twelve years on and it doesn’t seem to bother Sean much anymore, but I still try to be sensitive about it. Maybe that’s dumb – patronizing, even – but I can’t help it. Because the truth is, I still remember when Sean used to move like that. Not in cow pastures or whatever, but in the way he’d vault over benches on the green in college just to make me laugh, or jog backwards in crosswalks because it was funny, or race up a flight of stairs for the sake of sheer competitiveness. He had this loose, easy physicality, like his body was just another extension of his thoughts.

And then it was gone.

I remember when I found out. Not just the facts, which were absurd enough on their own, but the moment I found out. The way time collapsed a little. The way that there was suddenly a Before and an After.

It wasn’t anything dramatic. He just slipped. That’s it. It was a weird, rainy Tuesday, a work trip somewhere north of Copenhagen, and the sidewalk was slick with rain and foliage. He was carrying a tray of coffee that he’d picked up for the team and trying not to spill it. It was the first day of the conference, and even though he had an intern to do such things for him, it was in his nature to just do things like that himself instead. He slipped on the sidewalk and went down hard, landed wrong, and…just didn’t get back up.

I’ve read enough and heard enough since to know how fragile the cervical spine is. How a twist, a fraction of force in just the wrong direction or the wrong place can sever everything you know about your body. But I didn’t know any of that then. All I knew then was that my phone buzzed on Friday morning and there was a message from his cousin, one that I’d met a handful of times over the years but didn’t really know, asking if I’d heard. Then it was hospitals and surgeries and time zones and long pauses on the phone where neither of us knew what to say.

It's stupid and self-centered and I still feel guilty for it, but one of the real kickers of the whole thing, one of the parts that got me the most – beyond the word “paralyzed” – was that I hadn’t even known he was on the trip to begin with. We’d been in the height of our hyper-independent era. We were in our late twenties, ambitious, always in motion. Sure, we still kept in touch, but every conversation was some half-finished text about travel delays or work stress or a meme. It had gotten harder to stay in sync, but I hadn’t quite realized how deep the chasm between us had grown until that moment. And then suddenly nothing else mattered to me but this new version of Sean. The Sean who couldn’t hold run. Who couldn’t sit up. Who, for a while, couldn’t even breathe on his own. The Sean I was convinced was utterly changed, who I didn’t have a mental framework, who I felt like I’d never know again.

Before and After.

But the Sean on my screen now is still Sean. That’s been the biggest relief and strangest revelation. If anything, his best parts are even sharper now. Like, he got funnier. Wryer. Quicker, somehow, even though everything else about his life slowed down. He listens better now, too – really listens, with that quiet, anchoring attention he never quite had when we were younger and multitasking through every conversation. He doesn’t pretend not to care anymore or bother to hid his feelings anymore, either. About people. About showing up. He says what he means. He makes the time. I don’t think he used to realize that time was something you could make on purpose.

It seems a little unfair that it took something so big to bring the best parts to the surface. But maybe they were always there and just easier to miss when everything was easy.

But every so often, like when his laptop tips off his lap due to a spasm or his hands don’t quite obey him, I still catch myself holding my breath. It’s not pity – I swear it’s not, he’d hate that, and I know better than to pity someone just for being paralyzed now – but something quieter and harder to name. Grief, maybe? That sounds dramatic…yet accurate. Not just for what he lost, but for how easily it could have gone the other way. How easily I could’ve missed this – missed him afterwards – entirely.

He laughs suddenly – at something characters onscreen are saying, not at me – and the sound breaks my reverie. I shift, pulling the blanket I’ve got over my legs tighter as his laptop wobbles slightly as he nudges it into a more secure position with the back of his arm. A few more minutes go by and he shifts again. Over the years, he’s gotten good at making adjustments look casual to the point of being almost imperceptible, just small movements – angling his shoulders, tilting his neck slightly like he’s trying to stretch without really moving. But even with that, and even though the picture-in-picture is small, the movie taking up most of the screen, I still catch it.

But then his head dips for a second, like he’s thinking, and then he pauses the movie, which surprises me. 

“Is this movie about to emotionally devastate me?” he asks flatly.

I shrug because I truthfully don’t know. It’s a kids’ movie and I’m a forty-year-old woman. “Doesn’t matter now,” I tell him, “we’re eighty minutes into it, we’re not stopping now.”

We both chuckle in soft agreement as he starts the movie again. The boy from the beginning is back on the screen, and he’s watching a rope swing sway above the creek. Even though I don’t know exactly what’s coming, I can guess, and I feel my stomach drop.

I glance down at Sean’s picture-in-picture. His expression is still, eyes slightly glassy all of a sudden, but his mouth is set in that stubborn, slightly ironic crooked half-smile he always wears when something hits too close to home and he doesn’t want anyone to say anything about it.

We’re both quiet as the scene onscreen continues. Jesse, the boy, learns that his best friend, Leslie, is dead, that she tried to swing across the creek without him and the rope snapped. Just like that, she’s gone. It’s the kind of accident that happens fast, without much warning, and changes everything. It’s a kids’ movie, sure, but it’s also about the randomness of loss, about how no one ever thinks that moment is going to be the moment.

As the credits roll, Sean lets out a long breath. One of those slow, shaky exhales that people try to play off as a sigh but is usually something else.

I make his picture-in-picture full screen now that the movie’s over. One glance at his face and there it is: the unmistakable shimmer of tears in his eyes. Just a trace, nothing dramatic. He’s still smiling, sort of, though there’s a twitch at the corner of his mouth that gives away the effort it’s taking to keep it there.

“You okay?” I ask gently, smiling softly. Truthfully, I feel just as verklempt. I’m just not as comfortable showing it as he is now. 

He wipes at his face with the back of his wrist. “If you tell anyone I cried during that kids movie, I’ll block you.”

I start to laugh at the irony of my thoughts against his words, but before I can respond, there’s a blur of movement and the laptop pivots smoothly away from Sean. Suddenly Margot’s face fills the screen, her hair a mess, wearing one of Sean’s old college T-shirts that somehow looks chic on her.

“Penny!” she says brightly, her French accent lilting, making my name sound like Peh-nee instead of Pen-ee. “You are keeping him out of trouble?”

It’s the line she always uses when we talk – something Sean must have told her early on, about how I was the more responsible one in college. “Trying,” I say, grinning. Then, a little teasing, a little apologetic: “Afraid I may have actually caused it this time.”

Margot laughs, and the screen jostles again until she exclaims “Yah-ha!” and Sean yells “Cheater!” I can tell she’s standing now.

“He cried at the end, hmn?” she stage-whispers.

“Can confirm,” I say, delighted.

Sean groans in the background.

Margot gives him back the laptop and disappears, but not before kissing his cheek and whispering something that makes them both laugh. The light in his room shifts; the lamp beside his bed clicks off, leaving his face lit only by the laptop glow. I hear faint sounds of movement in the background—Margot getting ready to start their nighttime routine. It’s the middle of the day for me, but late there. We both know we’ll have to wrap up soon.

I stretch in my chair and start folding the blanket in my lap. “Hey, so Jason says we should plan a virtual game night again soon. Something low-key, if you two are up for it.”

Sean nods, mouth twitching. “As long as it’s not charades.”

I laugh. That's a game night suggestion that my husband will never live down. There’s a beat of comfortable silence. We sit like that for a moment, just sharing the space while we still have it.

“You good?” I ask again, and this time not about the movie.

He nods, his expression softening. “I really am.”

If I were there, I’d reach for his hand. He’d squeeze back, weakly, barely a flicker, but something. Instead, we trade soft, knowing smiles. We sign off the way we always do: no big goodbyes, no forced sentiment. Just a wave, a promise to text soon, and one last lingering moment before one of us clicks the red button and the screen goes dark.

We don’t get the luxury of ease anymore. Not with time. Not with distance. Not with a million other things.

But that’s okay. Because nothing between us happens by accident now.

And maybe it never really did.

Wednesday, August 9, 2023

The Cove concludes

Hi all, 

Thanks for the excited comments last week; I'm glad people are having fun with this story. 

If you missed the first part of "The Cove," an erotic short story set in bohemian Paris in the 1930s: click here for The Cove, part 1.

This week, we'll pick up with Luc telling his partner Sofie about a heated encounter he had with a wealthy young gentleman on the Côte d’Azur, i.e., the land of fancy beaches...


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The Cove, part 2

“When we reached his family villa, his housekeeper looked at us very strangely, indeed. But Ferdinand put on quite the manner with her and said only that I was a new friend of his from the town, and that I had come to see the view. And we swept on past her.

“The view really was beautiful, seeing the whole sweep of the coast, all the dark woods and the pale villas and cottages, the turquoise water below and beyond. And it was curious to see the cove, my cove, from afar; I tried to picture what I would have looked like, there.

“But we only saw it for a few minutes together, because Ferdinand just about yanked me back to his room.” Sofie made a little murmuring noise of pleasure and pulled closer to Luc, beginning to kiss his neck again.

Luc closed his eyes, trying to concentrate, smiling at her kisses. “The room was enormous. He slanted all the blinds so no one would be able to peep in, and it felt like a wonderful cool cave, with white walls and a big dark bed with acres of linen. And he simply picked me up out of my wheelchair, in the same gallant way, and put me in that enormous bed, and we took off our shirts and kissed for a long time.

Wednesday, August 2, 2023

New short story: The Cove

Hi, PD folks -


I'm still around and writing, just busy and easily distracted by different projects. But I'm happy to say that the upshot of being easily distracted is that I'm now almost done with not one, but two dev novels/novellas that I'll be publishing as ebooks. One is the long-delayed expansion of Jazz Age (~40k words), and one is the complete Bérénice (~30k words). So, both historical romances featuring male leads with cerebral palsy. (But yes, Bérénice's flirty, blind former lover Vincent shows up more, too. :) )

In the meantime, here's yet another product of distraction... I wrote a short story in the same setting as Bérénice, bohemian Paris in the 1930s. This is probably also the horniest thing I've ever written, soooo... I hope you all enjoy it?! I'll be posting it in two parts:


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The Cove, part 1


Sofie was in bed with a stomachache and a headache, and cross about it; she wasn’t used to being ill and slothful.

Luc was incredulous at first and teased her when he found her still in bed. But she snapped back at him, and when he realized she really was feeling poorly, he apologized a dozen times, covered her face with kisses, and brought her tea. He put in too many leaves and steeped them too long, so it was bitter, but she drank it anyway.

He leaned forward in his wheelchair with puppyish eagerness and watched her.

When she finished her tea, set aside the mug, and eased back onto her pillows, Luc offered: “I can tell you about one of my adventures you haven’t heard before.” He gave a winsome smile. He had wide-set eyes of a dark blue in a square, boyish, tanned face, topped with curling dark-blond hair.

Wednesday, July 12, 2023

New story from new author: Only in My Dreams?

Hi there, another anonymous author has blessed us with a new and steamy story. Check out Only in My Dreams? by Armchair Author!

Yay! Thanks to all the great authors out there, keep them stories coming!

Cheers

Lovis

Tuesday, June 6, 2023

New story from new author

Hi there, I’m posting on behalf of a new author: Chloe. Her story, Jason, is available now, so please shower her with comments and praise so she’ll give us more :)

Best

Lovis

PS: If you also have a story you’d like to share with the community please email us at paradevo@yahoo.com!

Wednesday, May 17, 2023

Short story: Turbulence

Hi there, just dropping in to leave this short story for you: Turbulence. I’ve published it before as part of a writing contest under the title "I am Devotee" on a different site that doesn't seem to exist anymore. Anyway, this is a slightly revised version since now I'm not bound to any word count. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think.

Lovis

Crashing

When the doorbell rings I buzz the entrance to the multi apartment complex. I’m living on the ground floor, so when I open the door to my apartment he’s already standing in front of me, pulling his trunk close.

“Hi,” I say, somewhat reluctantly but I remember my good manners. I even extend my left arm, the right one being occupied with the cane.

Sunday, May 7, 2023

Update later this week?

 Hey, friends and loyal readers, I'm here just to wave a "I've not given up" flag and let you know that the story (or STORIES lol) is in progress! I've just been really busy with life recently.

I should have a Let it Snow chapter later this week, perhaps on the weekend! And maybe some other stuff... ;)

Thank you for your patience and see you soon!

Thursday, April 27, 2023

"I'm still here" ; prompt challenge WEEK #1

I dab tiny dots of concealer under my eyes. Looking at them in the mirror, I can't recall a time when I didn't do it. I sit i before my vanity mirror, tilting my head to get the light just right as I soften my features with makeup. I'm immediately satisfied with the way the dark circles from my sleepless nights seem to disappear with each delicate tap of the concealer, blending seamlessly into my skin. It’s a quiet, meticulous work, like an artist's, and I use my clean ring finger to gently lift the corners of my eyes where I suspect-

“Stop obsessing. There’s nothing there, Vee.” I hear Matt's voice behind me, his reflection in the mirror, like he’s reading my mind. It doesn’t take a lot—I'm an open book in a foreign language that he happens to be an expert on. “You’re perfect.”

Wednesday, April 26, 2023

"I'll have the small latte" ; prompt challenge WEEK #2

He dropped his keys in his nervousness to get inside. Knowing her as well as he did, Alara was probably still asleep. After a moment of fumbling, once he finally got the right key in, he placed the food on top of the counter and limped to the kitchen. Jonah hissed as the pain in his right leg grew sharper and the adrenaline wore off, like his body was cooling down and he was finally noticing how bad it actually was. He could feel his own warm blood dripping down his calf now.

A few months ago, right after they moved in, he might have struggled to find what he was looking for, going through the cabinets for a long time before finally finding it. But at this point, they were well acquainted—the first aid kit and him. Jonah crouched down to the floor with a painful sigh and leaned back, shielded by the counters and cabinets around him, just in case Alara decided to wake up.

She'd throw a fit.

Friday, March 31, 2023

LITT - Dani

Hi everyone,

I've decided I won't post any more of "Love in Troubled Times". 

I understand it's probably not what people are used to from me, and I just haven't gotten many hits here anymore after the first two chapters. The lack of comments makes me believe that it's probably not really people's "cup of tea". Thanks to the readers who did comment and let me know, it means a lot, and I'm sorry, I'm not going to post anymore. It's difficult to be confident in my writing when I don't really "see" anyone actually interested. Stay tuned for when the story gets published.  

I've put a lot of work into this story, and I am finishing it up at the moment. Hopefully, I can publish it for Kindle in the next couple of weeks. 

I write and publish under Dani Deveaux, so follow me on Goodreads, Amazon, or IG if you're interested in my work or want to stay in the loop about "Love in Troubled Times". I've also got several new ideas that I would like to put down as stories, so stay tuned or let me know you're out there if you're interested in my work.

You're also welcome to write to me at deveauxdani18420@gmail.com if you have any questions. 

Thanks for reading!

Hugs, Dani

   

Monday, March 13, 2023

and the (totally) unexpected happens in LET IT SNOW... again

 HEY! I should've posted this last week but, ehhh, things got pretty busy! So here it is another chapter of Let it Snow, in which Will begs and Nick complies because he definitely doesn't like her. 

HERE's chapter six!

Also, thank you for all the feedback and I'm glad you're enjoying it! I'm thinking about posting the Onde Anda Você update next week, but also, I've been insanely... inspired recently and I might be dropping a few short stories soon? No promises! Because I suck at keeping those. But yeah! See you soon!

Enjoy!


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Sunday, February 26, 2023

and they spend more time together, a LET IT SNOW update!

Hello, you lovely PD people! I knooooow it took me longer than intended, but I'm here now! And I have some good news; aside from a fresh chapter to Let it Snow this week, I also have the next chapter ready to go aaaand a Onde Anda Você chapter as well! So I'll have at least a couple active weeks now, lol

In this chapter, we get to see a little bit of Will and Nick's past! HERE it is.

Also, I've been thinking... Would you like me to release all chapters at the same time, but a while from now, or "weekly", as I write them? It's supposed to be a short story, so there aren't many more chapters to go. 

As always, let me know what you think!

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Tuesday, January 3, 2023

Happy new year! and also a let it snow update (heh)

I'm back! Took me a little longer because I was dealing with a lot during the holidays and couldn't reach my PC to post it. Happy New Year, you lovely people. I hope this year we can read lots of amazing stories here. 

In this chapter, Nick and Will have a very pleasant drive to their unnamed town (because I'm lazy).

Chapter IV

Let me know what you think!

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