Caution - One smouldering twisted fairy tale mixed with one hot medieval romance might burn more than your fingers.
“I want to lose myself in you. Knowing that, and suspecting the wonders
I am about to discover, makes this discomfort more enjoyable.” Malacke ceased
his caress of her body and focused on her breasts. He tickled his fingertips
across her nipple. Branwyn closed her eyes and sighed.
“Open your eyes. Look at yourself. It is not only a man who grows when
pleasured. See how they grow. How firm they become.” He leaned over and brushed
a kiss across a nipple. It quivered. His lips parted. He licked her pink flesh.
He slipped her nipple between his teeth, closed his lips around it, suckling
her like a baby. Branwyn’s back arched, pressing her breast into his face. Her
breaths changed from short and shallow to long, deep, contented sighs.
While he pleasured her breasts, Malacke tenderly stroked her abdomen.
His gentle fingers left goosebumps where they glided across her flesh as his
lips moved down her in a path of little kisses. He did not stop when he reached
her dark brown patch of hair. His hands were insistent as they moved her legs
apart. He lingered in the scent of her sex and the heat between her legs.
Spreading her nether lips, he slid his tongue from her pleasure hole to her
clit. He lapped at the sides, then circled her nub.
Branwyn’s body tensed. As his tongue moved, her pulse surged. Moans
escaped her lips while she instinctively moved her body with each stroke.
Malacke slipped a finger into her pleasure hole and stroked her. He
adjusted his position so his finger faced upward, tickling inside her while his
thumb made gentle circles on top of her clit. He inched up the bed and while
continuing to ignite the fires inside her with his hand; he teased her nipple
with his tongue.
Uncomfortable pressure built in his loins, he struggled with not
entering her. That joy had to be her master’s, the first entry. He forced
himself to focus on her, away from what his loins were commanding. Guessing her
moment was near; he increased his speed and was rewarded with the first spasm.
Daryl Devoré has bundled two of her hot romances into a duology. A hot twisted
fairy and a hotter medieval romance combined in Capturing His Heart.
Dark Chocolate and
Strawberries takes you on a hot romp on a Caribbean
cruise. Esmerelda 'Red' Hood discovers her sweet granny is on a romantic cruise
with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too
late.
On
board, she meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest
puppy eyes and the other - dark and sophisticated. Even with her grandmother's
words ringing in Red's ears - Never trust
a wolf in sheep's clothing - Red has trouble choosing which man is the big
bad wolf and which is her happily ever after.
Branwyn’s Love transports you back to medieval times. It is the tale of a young
woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin
daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.
The
noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated
rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black
Dorn castle. And he succeeds, until his attention is captured by the face of
the woman who will be his queen.
Ebook – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08WM2WN6L
Print
- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08WK6M91H
ARC
BookSprout for a read and review - https://booksprout.co/arc/59019/capturing-his-heart
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. She has several published books available on Amazon in ebook or print book and available at other book retailers via Books2Read.
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and 2 cats. 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.
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