The Gift

By Daryl Devore

Daryl Devore's has written a sweet whimsical romance with a touch of mystery

Darcy O'Calahann, a junior gardener from a small mid-western town, is trying to make her way in the big city. After a stranger asks a mysterious question, Darcy finds a red tulip inside her locked gardening shed.

Shamus McTavis is a wealthy bachelor with a mysterious family past. But more surprising is his resemblance to the stranger who offered her the red tulip.

Are Darcy's eyes playing tricks on her? Is she losing her mind? Or is there really a red tulip trying to link Shamus and her together?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Daryl Devore
• Release date: Jan 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201421908

Daryl Devore

Autrice di narrativa erotica, Daryl Devore ama creare personaggi forti, indipendenti e affascinanti. I suoi cattivi ragazzi ispirano ogni volta un mondo di storie avvincenti.

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Daryl Devore has written a sweet whimsical romance with a touch of mystery – The Gift.

Darcy O'Calahann, a junior gardener from a small mid-western town, is trying to make her way in the big city. After a stranger asks a mysterious question, Darcy finds a red tulip inside her locked gardening shed.

Shamus McTavis is a wealthy bachelor with a mysterious family past. But more surprising is his resemblance to the stranger who offered her the red tulip.

Are Darcy's eyes playing tricks on her? Is she losing her mind? Or is there really a red tulip trying to link Shamus and her together?

Note- This book was previously published (Red Tulip) under the author’s pen name – Victoria Adams

Please note – I am Canadian and the spellings in this book reflect that – colour – not color – travelled – not travel etc.

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All characters in this work of fiction were created by the author's imagination - warped as it may be. Any resemblance in name or characterization to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Which means I created these characters. I didn't base it on anybody.

All sexually active characters in this work are eighteen or older.

Except for use in a review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the author, Daryl Devoré or her legal heir.

What is an Episodic Flash Fiction?

Flashes or a flash fiction piece is written based on prompts. Word or visual prompts are presented and the writer is challenged to continue the story using the suggestions.

Word prompt examples – fantasy, extinct, brilliance, magic.

Photo prompt examples – red tulip, red balloon, fireworks.

Each chapter is short as one of the requirements was the chapters had to be between 500 and 1,000 words.

My Romantic Flashes were written as serialized stories; with a new chapter/episode each week.

An historical note – Sir Arthur Conan's Doyle's famous book — The Hound of the Baskervilles — was originally published as a serialized story from August 1901 to April 1902.

My series of books – Romantic Flashes – is based on that concept. It is – in essence – meant for only 1 episode a week to be read.

The Gift

Do you believe in magic ? I am beginning to think I do. It can be the only possible explanation for my story?

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME you were offered the gift of a red tulip?

I turned to see who spoke while I wondered if he was addressing me. A man sat on a park bench, dressed in a dark suit, with a bowler hat, holding a cane and his head bowed. I shifted to continue along the path when his face lifted and I found myself gaping at two glowing green eyes.

When was the last time you were offered the gift of a red tulip?

I blinked, trying to look away from those mesmerizing orbs. A mixture of fear and intrigue fluttered in my belly. Uh, never. I mean, no one has ever offered me a tulip.

A red tulip.

Okay, no one has ever offered me a red tulip. Uneasiness slithered through me. Nice chatting with you.

Smiling, I scurried down