What’s a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?
Esmerelda ‘Red’ Hood is summoned to her mother’s executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it’s too late.
On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother’s warning rings in Red’s ear “Never trust a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.
“I don’t wanna get up.” Her left hand reached out from under the warm blankets and slapped at the snooze button. Closing her eyes, she sighed and settled back into sleep. “Can I just go back to my dream?”
…all roads leading into the downtown core are slow and there are two major accidents on Michigan Avenue. Delays and cancellations at O’Hare International….
Again, her left hand thrust out from under the blankets and pressed the snooze button. No sooner had she settled back under the covers, the annoying beep-beep-beep of the backup clock sounded.
Red sighed and threw back the covers. A blast of cool air chilled her arms. There was only one way to shut off this alarm – get out of bed, walk across the room and smack the damn button.
Which she did, then trudged to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stumbled into the kitchen. After popping a cinnamon raisin bagel into the toaster, she returned to the shower. Eyes closed, Red enjoyed the sensation of the water as she lathered her hair.
Monday. The mind-numbing day I get to put up with Mom’s endless questions of what I did over the weekend. Which completely differs from Friday’s mind-numbing questions of what plans I have for the weekend. Do I have a date? Who? Or why not? She could always call Mrs. Brenston. Her son, Irvin…ugh. Why won’t she get out of my love life? What? Does she think I’ll never find anyone?
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adamsis Daryl Devoré’s alter ego when she’s inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.
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.