The House of Elyot

My Cherie Amour

Posted on: April 12, 2011

She’s here, she’s super and she’s sexy – please welcome the Naughty Novelist herself, Ms Cherie de Sues.

Chérie De Sues is a “critically acclaimed” and “award winning” author of thrillers, paranormal and contemporary suspense romances from sensual to sizzling heat levels. When Chérie takes a break from writing novels, you can find her at book signings, online, or traveling to research her next novel. She shares her home in San Diego, California, with her Irish terrier, Reilly.



  1. Welcome to the blog – can you tell me a little bit about how you came to be a Noble author?


Thanks for the invitation, I’m excited to be here. I became a Noble author rather quickly with my first novel. I sent out “Tales of the Red Moon Clan”, a paranormal suspense, to 4 publishers I respected. Jill Noble got back to me quickly with a contract and 2-6 weeks later, the other 3 publishers wanted to publish the novel. Noble had “Tales of the Red Moon Clan” in eBook format before 2 of the publishers sent their emails. What a great program Noble has for authors. I really enjoy working with Jill and the staff.


My theme for 2011 is music. Is music important to you in your life and your writing?


I think music is capable of changing my mood, influencing my writing and giving me perspective on my life. I’m a watercolor artist, a writer and I play the drums. I hear rhythms and beats in nature, when people walk, or the ocean as it comes to the shore. I would say music is definitely important in my life.


  1. Do you have a song that sums up the situation or relationships of any of your characters?


“Tales of the Red Moon Clan” is about a Navajo shapeshifting bounty hunter and an assistant DA out of Portland, Oregon. They are on a run for their lives through the forest and on a raging river. The music for the book video trailer fit the characters perfectly. See for yourself.



  1. Do you listen to music while you write? Or have you ever been inspired by a piece of music to write a story? What songs get you in a sexy mood?


I do listen to music on occasion when I write, but find that silence allows my mind to stay connected to the story I’m creating. Music has definitely inspired my stories, just as my dreams have as well. I’m a creative person and need an outlet to express that part of me. Sometimes I use art when I’m thinking about characters, and plots. I listen to all types of music from classic rock to jazz and new age.


  1. What songs do you consider especially romantic?


That depends on the man and my mood. The Gypsy Kings have inspired me and so has Candy Dulfer’s saxophone on her CD, “Saxuality”. If I want to write an especially sexy part of my novels, I’ll light candles, drink wine and listen to Parisian Café music or some tunes from the Germany’s well-known Love Parade…very sexy.


Thank you for those terrific answers, Cherie – I must agree with you about the excellent response times at Noble,  something that really puts them a step ahead.  And now I’m itching to find out about your latest release.

The Seduction of Simone by Cherie de Sues

Simone Devereaux has inherited an estate on the Northern California coast after her Aunt Celeste meets with a sudden, mysterious death. The hot neighbor, Trent Grayson, insists Celeste was murdered, and wants to be more than the man-next-door. When clients arrive to pose for their nude portraits over the weekend, Simone realizes she’s inherited more than an estate. Two randy poltergeists enter her dreams for a lusty ménage, and a budding serial killer threatens her sanity.

Now her Wiccan mother and gypsy father are coming for a visit, just in time to watch Simone lose her heart . . . and possibly her life.


Here’s an excerpt:


She climbed the spotless carpeted steps toward the master bedroom. Creaks from the old, wooden stairs brought back pleasant memories of playing cat and mouse with cousins. Weekends with Aunt Celeste had always been a great adventure, especially when she pulled out the tarot cards and read Simone’s palm by firelight.

Celeste had encouraged her to read tarot and became enthusiastic with her attempts. Her aunt believed she could be a natural and someday would read true from the gypsy blood coursing in her veins.

As she neared the top of the stairs, a deep growl made her stop in rigid fear. She gripped the banister as she quickly looked down the stairs for a dog.


She frowned, looked at the landing above and caught sight of two large, marble gargoyles. Simone’s gaze flicked from one to the other, then she whispered a protection charm. When the low growl stopped, she moved slowly up the remaining stairs.

The gargoyle sentinels were new since her last visit. Why would Celeste need to guard her home so fiercely with gypsy magic? As Simone turned left toward the master bedroom, she shook her head at the amazing ability her aunt possessed to conjure such a powerful protection spell.

The question of why Celeste needed so much magic nagged at her as she walked down the long hallway. Her gaze followed the walls, lined with mirrors and portraits of long-dead family members. Celeste had a talent for drawing out the essence of a person’s character in her art. The skill had been another similarity they shared, but her own journey never included painting portraits of ancestors.

At the end of the hallway, Simone stopped at a closed door and laid a hand on the glass doorknob. As she turned the handle, an unexpected pressure-change occurred and frigid air burst past her into the hall. Blinking at the chill on her face, she entered the bedroom. The presence of her aunt filled her senses.

Familiar scents, wall hangings and Celeste’s favorite colors of rose and cream were everywhere. Simone crossed the room, pulled back the heavy drapes and found an open window. Whoever had cleaned must have left the window open for fresh air before the storm hit.

Drops of rain on the windows warned her that the storm out at sea would come toward the estate. The odor of uprooted seaweed lying on the wet sand below floated up on the tiny droplets of sea spray. The turbulence of the ocean farther out would do more damage before the day ended.

She ran her fingers along the wet edge of the windowsill, looking for the crank. The stiff, metal handle complained loudly from rust.

Satisfied the room would now warm up, Simone turned to assess the furniture. The bedroom looked spacious, regardless of the antiques from her great grandparents. The hand-carved, four-poster bed had always been her favorite piece. The polished wood had a bright sheen, and ever since she was a child, it had reminded her of princesses in fairy tales.

The king-sized bed rose high from the ground, with three steps to reach the mattress. The light-rose bedspread and canopy coverings were subtle and feminine. Simone ran her fingers across the silk material and purred. Her hand-me-down stuff in the Jeep would never pass muster in this room. Maybe she could use her cotton sheets in one of the spare bedrooms downstairs.

“Aunt Celeste, I can feel you in here. I miss you.” Her heartfelt words didn’t travel far and almost seemed absorbed by the room.

Simone sighed and took in the large armoire, perfect for hanging delicate clothing. The two matching dressers, designed for a married couple, were bookends to a wide, gold-framed, full-length mirror—an identical match to the one in the library. Simone rubbed at the prickly hairs standing up on her neck, feeling eyes, once again, watching her. She chewed her lip and turned on the old, Victorian lamps on either side of the bed. She didn’t want to run into anything tonight when she moved her things inside.

The house would also be cold. Simone stepped over to the fireplace against the wall. She crouched to make sure the flue would open then closed it again. She should be grateful Cavendish had arranged for logs and matches for her first night. She had no idea if there were any other methods to heat the estate. There didn’t seem to be thermostats in any of the rooms. She’d need to ask Cavendish tomorrow; he might know of the earth-friendly heating method her aunt preferred.

At least she’d have a hot bath. Celeste had bragged in one of her last letters that she’d remodeled the bathroom into a spa and enlarged the closet space. With a deep breath of anticipation, Simone walked inside the bathroom and spun around with a grin.

“Hot damn.”

The room looked outrageous. A sunken spa ready for four people, hand-painted, Italian floor tiles and a double sink with cabinet space galore. Simone cooed at the window next to the spa, that looked out to sea. In her opinion the breathtaking view cried out for lovers and candlelight. Her gaze traveled to the ledge around the spa and found oils, bubbles and candles already in place.

Celeste’s libido obviously hadn’t been suffering. Who had she been entertaining? With a satisfied smile, Simone backed out of the room in hunt of the closet. The door lay open. She switched on the internal light and inhaled a rush of air at the sheer size of the space. As big as a small bedroom, the closet had more hanging space, shelves and drawers than she’d need in a lifetime.

Simone appreciated that Cavendish had the cleaning staff empty the closet and chest of drawers. Having those items stored away in the basement gave her the chance to go through Celeste’s things later. The task would be too hard until she finished moving in and made the house her home.

She turned off the light and came out of the room quickly, right into the arms of a tall, muscular man. Shocked, she pushed against tight abs and strong arms, which seemed determined to keep her imprisoned.

“Let go!” Her heart pounded from an injection of adrenaline.

The stranger relaxed his hold and tilted her back from him.

Green eyes framed by dark lashes stared down at her with a curious expression and the twinkle of a smile. Simone roughly pulled away and stumbled back in fear.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” Her voice projected anger as she edged to the side, hoping to make a run for the bedroom door.

The ruggedly handsome intruder stepped agilely to the side to let her pass. “Sorry, I knocked and called out, then heard noise upstairs.” He put his hand out in greeting. “I’m Trent Grayson, and I’d say you’re family of Celeste’s?”

His smile and easy charm seemed harmless enough, if she didn’t count his impressive physical attributes. He had to be six-two easy.

“Yes, I’m Simone Devereux, Celeste’s niece; I’m moving in today.”

Her hands fisted, and she tried not to be lulled into believing the man could be safe, just because he looked gorgeous. Simone watched his eyes widen, as if her words had leveled a great blow.

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8 Responses to "My Cherie Amour"

Awesome blog post, I love hearing more about other authors.

lucy (at) lucyfelthouse (dot) co (dot) uk

wow, that is an amazing book trailer! I think every book should have one – just like movies do. 🙂

What an awesome book trailer, love the music that is with it.

skpetal at hotmail dot com

Thanks Lucy, Melissa and Jean! I love making book trailers, there is a real pleasure when the music, pictures and words reflect the essence of a novel. Thank you so much for your comments.

I loved the book trailer. It’s interesting to see where authors get their inspiration.


Congratulations Lillie Blue…Andrea, you’ve won the $20.00 gift certificate to Amazon. Thank you soooo much for following the Noble Romance Blog Tour! I’m thrilled for you and hope you’ll consider purchasing one of the wonderful Noble author’s ebooks on the tour…mine TOO!

Cherie De Sues

Thanks Andrea, inspiration can come from nature, people I know and romance readers! This novel is close to my heart and I’m looking forward to giving a copy away to a lucky commentor!

Fiddle, couldn’t watch the trailer 😦 Thanks for participating in the hop.

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