The Mischievously Machinating and Deliciously Debauched “Devil” DeVere

I think every writer dreams of creating characters who are larger than life, those so strong and intriguing that they can carry an entire series, even if not the primary focus of it. But Ludovic “the Devil DeVere” who began as a rakish sidekick, became all that and more. I never knew when I dreamed up my “HANGOVER” inspired novella that one story would become two, and then three, and then four, all because of one character. 

And while DeVere is not the hero of the first book in his namesake series (A WILD NIGHT’S BRIDE), or even of the second book (THE VIRGIN HUNTRESS), he is an absolutely integral part of both. Hence, the birth of THE DEVIL DEVERE series, four scorching hot  intertwined Georgian era romance novellas whose six main characters all connect through the deliciously devious Ludovic, Viscount DeVere. 

Devere’s own story is as highly complex as is his character, and took two books to tell. (THE DEVIL YOU KNOW and THE DEVIL’S MATCH).  One reviewer recently compared DeVere to Shakespeare’s Puck from A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM. 

Review Link:  http://lovesavestheworld.blogspot.com/2012/07/review-wild-nights-bride-by-victoria.html  

Now, without further ado, here is an introduction to the Devil himself!


For surrounded by women and sprawled like a god, or more aptly, a satyr, on the queen’s throne, naked as Adam with a floral wreath on his head and phallic scepter in hand, was Ludovic, Viscount DeVere. Lacking any sense of shame, he idly caressed the breast of the woman who held his cup to his mouth whilst another knelt between his knees fondling his manhood. To Phoebe’s shock, he seemed to positively glory in the dissolute decadence, as if he were Bacchus incarnate with the entire night tailored for his own sensual gratification.


He flashed her a bedazzling smile. What is your name, my pet?”

 “Kitty,” she replied.

DeVere threw back his head with a chuckle. “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.” 


“Don’t look so disappointed, my dear. You would be wise to better conceal your emotions from a man like me.”

“And why is that?”

“I am predatory, you see.  It is a wicked quirk of my nature to take advantage of any human weakness. I simply cannot help myself.”


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.” 


Within the hour, DeVere burst into Carlton House where the prince and his coterie, Lords Malden, Carlisle, and Charles Fox, lounged over open bottles and playing cards.

“Five hundred guineas,” said DeVere.

“What?” Fox looked startled. “What the devil are you about, DeVere?”

“I’m prepared to drop five hundred guineas for any of you sods who can come up with a challenge I can’t win. Indeed, let’s make it more interesting—one thousand guineas.”

“Let me get this straight,” Fox said, scratching beneath his wig and setting it askew. “You have come here to propose a wager on some yet unnamed wager?”

DeVere cocked his head with a grin. “I suppose you might say that.”

“And are prepared to drop a thousand? Just like that?” Fox snapped his fingers.

“Precisely,” DeVere said, throwing himself into an empty chair.

“Are you drunk or mad?” Carlisle asked.

“Neither. I’m bored.”

“After a night spent rutting with everything that moves?” Carlisle raised his glass. “I salute you, DeVere.” 


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 only two things. 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.” 


Ludovic grinned. “You see, I have thought about my obligation to ensure the propagation of little DeVeres and find I am not the slightest disposed to it. As matters stand, you would inherit all should anything unforeseen befall me. Therefore, Hew, I deem it your onus to get the heir.”

 “Me? You truly think to put this matter upon me?”

“I can surely make it worth your while.”

“You would bribe me?” Hew said.

“Let us call it an inducement.

 “If you weren’t my own brother, I’d think you one heartless bastard.”

 Ludovic laughed outright. “Don’t let the blood connection stop you.” He then poured some brandy into his tea and raised his cup in salute. “You already know it’s true, little brother; and for the record, it’s all the more reason I should not be the one to procreate!”  

“Fifty thousand,” Hew countered.

“Done.”  Ludovic’s smile told him he should have held out for more.


“You are in love with Hew.”

“Madly. Desperately. Passionately.”

“Does my brother know of his good fortune? Does he share your sentiments, Lady Vesta?”

“But how can he when he is blinded by her?” her voice quivered, “When he hasn’t even had a chance to look in my direction?”

“So in truth, you seek only to enlighten him of the treasure that lies under his very nose?”

 “Yes! Do you not see that this is the only way?”

“But of course I see, my pet.”

 “Then you will help me?”

“My dear, should I search the world over, I can’t imagine finding a more perfect match for my revoltingly straight-laced brother, Hew. Moreover, I have considerable, some would even say nearly infinite resources, all of which I am willing to unwaveringly place at your disposal.”


 “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. 


“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.” 


She wanted him too. He could see it in the rapid rise of her breasts. He could smell her budding arousal and would relish bringing her to full bloom. God, how he loved this dance! She had taken the first tentative steps, yet she still fought her desire, refused to give in to it, but he would lead her now. He was a master…and a ruthless bastard.

He moved behind her, taking possession of her waist, his fingers riffled gently through her hair. He closed his eyes to inhale her faint rose scent mixed with womanly musk. He dipped his head, letting his breath tickle her ear. She shivered. He whispered low and sultry. “Do you wish me to name the ways I can please you? I am delighted to comply if that excites you…although it would please me far more to demonstrate.”

A WILD NIGHT’S BRIDE (Devil DeVere Book #1) is currently only $.99


A lover of history and deeply romantic stories, Victoria combines these elements to craft romantic historical novels and novellas for a mature reading audience. Her writing influences are Georgette Heyer for fabulous witty dialogue and over the top characters, Robin Schone , Sylvia Day, and Charlotte Featherstone for beautifully crafted prose in stories with deep sensuality, and Lila DiPasqua for creative vision in melding history with eroticism.   Ms. Vane also writes award nominated romantic historical fiction as Emery Lee (http://authoremerylee.com)

CONTACT: victoria.vane@hotmail.com
Web: http://authorvictoriavane.com
Blog: http://victoriavane.wordpress.com
Twitter: @authorvictoriav

A BREACH OF PROMISE,Ellora’s Cave 12/23/11
A WILD NIGHT’S BRIDE, Breathless Press 4/27/12
THE VIRGIN HUNTRESS, Breathless Press, 6/29/12
THE DEVIL YOU KNOW- Breathless Press, 7/27/12
THE DEVIL’S MATCH – Breathless Press  8/24/12


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  1. I have read and loved books 1-3 so far of the DeVere series. DeVere is a Georgian badboy who is complex,unforgettable and I look forward to reading his completed story in book 4. Well done Victoria on a series that combines the extravagance of the Georgian era with sensual romances that are original and entertaining!

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