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Friday, July 22, 2022

Guest Post - 7/22/2022 "Two Hearts One Love" by Daryl Devore #EroticRomance #Suspense/Thriller

 When a drag queen club manager's crazy world collides with a rock star's chaotic life, is there a chance their relationship can survive?



Excerpt:

She climbed onto the bed, straddled him and settled her hips on his. The vision before him was electrifying, her cute short hair, those fabulous grey-blue eyes, and that body that gave him an instant hard-on.

“What’re you grinning at?” She opened the bottle of massage oil.

“The view. I love the view. Of you.” She bounced as he chuckled. “I could write that into a song.” He sang, “I’m so in love with you. The view of you. Your gorgeous breasts. Breasts. Breasts. I’m stuck on your breasts.”

“You silly.” She slapped his belly. “I should hop off and go sleep in another room.”

He snapped his mouth closed, shook his head, crossed his heart and held up his hand.

“Somehow, I doubt you were ever a Boy Scout. Let’s see. Punishment for a bad boy.” She glanced around the room. “Ah.” Jumping off the bed, Erika dashed to the closet, pulled a belt off one of the bathrobes and returned.

Darien held out his wrists. “Oh, yeah. Bad boy needs punishing.”

She loosely bound his wrists, tying the other end to the bedpost. “Now, where was I?” She settled back down on his hips, grabbed the bottle of oil, then popped the lid.

Erika grinned as she waved the container. “Betcha thought I was going to rub this on you to ease out some of the aches in your muscles. Well, you’d be wrong. I’m gonna make every muscle in your body tense and scream for me.”

She tilted the bottle, pouring the oil between her breasts. It dribbled down her belly and puddled in her belly button. Using her middle finger, she stroked her oiled flesh from the top of her chest to where the material covered what he desired. She wiped her finger dry, stroking it across his nipples. They responded to her touch.

He sniffed. Cinnamon buns. The warm fragrance from the bakery where he grew up tickled his nose.

Picking up the bottle, Erika poured more liquid into her left hand, pressing it against her right breast. With her palm, she circled her hand around, spreading the oil. She stroked under her breast, up and around, drawing a spiral pattern closer and closer to her nipple, then flicked her finger across the tight peak.

Darien’s eyes stung, reminding him to blink. “You look so hot doing that.”

“Guess I’ll just have to repeat everything on the other side.” She poured the scented massage oil into her right hand and echoed what she’d done — rubbing, stroking, and flicking.

The oil’s fragrance wafted on the air.

She wiggled her hips. The motion made Darien grunt and flex every muscle. The heat of his sexual tension caused a bead of sweat to form on his brow, even though he was stretched out naked on the bed.

After oiling her hands, Erika slid them under the lace and rubbed her nipples. She closed her eyes while rocking her hips.

Darien struggled against the restraining belt. The loose knot tightened. He froze. He wanted to touch her. To lick the oil off her breasts. Being restrained was torture. He loved it.





Blurb:

When a drag queen club manager's crazy world collides with a rock star's chaotic life, is there a chance their relationship can survive? 

Erika Bailey, owner/manager of The Pink Flamingo, a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her life, except for her lack of a love life. 

Darien Scott, a Grammy award-winning, international superstar, wants nothing more than to wake up in the arms of the woman he loves. Too bad contractual obligations force him to shoot hot videos with some of Hollywood's sexiest stars. 

Yet, Erika and Darien found a way to each other’s arms. 

But between suspecting her father ordered the torching of her club, and her mother’s humiliating drunken behaviour, Erika’s trust in those she loves is crushed. With all her parents put her through, how can she trust Darien? 

Concerned for Erika’s safety, Darien races to Bangkok to protect her only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worst, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club. Or so he thinks. Because when Gan is involved, things always go sour. This time is no different, and Darien sinks into a deep depression. 

Is Erika’s love enough to pull him back and into her arms forever? 

Daryl Devore’s hot rock star romance trilogy – Two Hearts ~ One Love - follows Erika and Darien’s crazy, suspense-filled, passionate adventure through Bangkok, Paris, Rio de Janeiro, a hurricane, a reticulated python, a famous drag queen revue, and a tandem skydive. 

Bonus – exclusive to the box set – a special 2-part interview with Darien Scott.


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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, print and audio. Also, 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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Sunday, August 15, 2021

Guest Post - 8/15/21 - "What Happened in Bangkok" by Daryl Devore #Erotic #Thriller

 

When everyone around you is getting slaughtered, it's best to get your butt out of there as soon as is humanly possible.



Excerpt:

Droplets of blood seeped from Darien's wolf tattoo, mesmerizing him. They trickled over the inside of his bicep, splattering against the bar floor.

Darien ran his hand back through his hair and frowned. Why was the wolf bleeding? It was supposed to look sexy. Turn chicks on. Not bleed. He blinked as a thought formed. Maybe it wasn't the tattoo. Could he be bleeding? He didn't remember getting hurt. But that might be because he'd had too many vodka shots.

Expensive gold-infused vodka.

An order snapped out in Thai ripped his focus away from the cost of the booze.

Stumbling with the translation, his gut clenched - Check everyone. Anybody alive. Kill them.

A shrill female scream. A gunshot. Silence.

That'd be one of the hookers. Damn. Hope it wasn't the one with the butterfly tattoo above her clit. She had a mouth on her that performed miracles. Dude! What the fuck! Must be the vodka talking. Stay focused. There are guys with guns out there.

Darien stretched his neck out and peered around the edge of the bar. In his line of vision, a male leg stuck out from under a table. Expensive looking shoe. Presumably Italian leather. Probably belonged to Nai Jâhng.

Darien raised his eyebrows. Wow. Somebody had the balls to kill a Triad boss.

He shifted his glance. A few feet to the left lay a female arm with brilliant orange fingernails. He shivered at the memory of those nails grazing his balls. He focused on a tiny object a foot in front of him. Shards of glass were scattered about. He frowned, trying to remember what happened. He'd walked behind the private club's bar to get another bottle of vodka when, one by one, bottles started exploding. Next thing he knew, he was on the floor, looking at the blood dripping from his tattoo. He glanced at his arm. The bleeding had stopped.

Okay, so he wasn't gonna bleed to death. Good. Now he just had to get his dumbass outta there. Past them. The guys with the guns. How the fuck could he do that?

Voices interrupted his thoughts. The tones were panicked or angry, and the words too fast for him to translate, although he understood the meaning of the three rapid gunshots, followed by a short groan. The door at the opposite end of the bar, leading to the kitchen, swooshed as someone pushed it open.

Gunfire and screams sounded from the kitchen. The door swung open again. Darien translated the shooter's words, "Nobody alive in there. I'll check the offices upstairs."

Darien slid back, trying not to disturb the glass. He did his best not to yelp when a sharp edge sliced through the skin on his knee. With deliberate movements, he backtracked the length of the Black Dragon's bar. Squatting, he peeked around the end.

Three men stood with their backs to him, dressed in black pants and muscle shirts. Each one held an assault rifle. A bleeding sun tattoo visible on one attacker's shoulder. Daeng Arthit Triad. Not good. So not good.

He looked forward. The kitchen door was six feet away. Six feet of wide-open, easily visible space. It might as well be six inches or a mile. He couldn't risk it. Wouldn't. He didn't want to get shot.

He shifted his weight off the knee, pressing on a piece of shattered bottle. What the fuck, dude? You're gonna die if they find you. Better to be running for your life than just lay here and let 'em kill you. That was the logical side of his head's opinion.

The chicken shit side said, Stay here. Stay down. You're safe.

A yell and several more gunshots drifted down from the floor above. The men pounded up the stairs.

Without taking a moment to think, Darien bolted through the kitchen doors, then skidded to a stop. The rancid smell of burning food and fresh blood hit him deep in the pit of his stomach. Four bodies lay facing him, eyes wide, obviously unseeing. One of the dead chefs held a massive meat cleaver clenched in his right hand.

Never bring a knife to a gunfight. He shook his head. Quoting movies at a time like this? Focus, dude.

Heart pounding, Darien cast his gaze about the room, looking for an escape, while his ears listened for the sound of running footsteps coming up behind. He fought the nausea of rising fear as he moved forward, searching for an exit while trying to keep his gaze from the corpses.

Please let this be some shitty nightmare, and I'm gonna wake up now. Fuck!

In the back-right corner, he spotted a door. With renewed hope, he raced to freedom. He bolted through the doorway, skidded in the pool of blood, lost his balance and crashed onto the dead hooker. He tried not to be judgmental, but in the brief glance he’d had, a girl on her knees in front of a man with no pants on was obviously on the clock. Or cock, as the case might be.

He braced his hands on the blood-soaked floor and pushed himself to his knees. The back of her head was missing, and her dead John had no face. Just a bloody, pulpy mess. He laid sprawled back on the desk. Big enough guy to be one of the ones who was supposed to be guarding the front entrance. Well, he went out with a bang.




Blurb:

To save Darien's life his brother asks, "Can you walk in high heels?"

Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now   he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.

Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.

Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?


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About the Author:

Inspiration for a book can comes from unusual places and at crazy times. What inspired What Happened in Bangkok? A song on the radio.  Hubby and I were in the car on the way to visit with our daughter. Gloria Gaynor’s I Will Survive was playing and I turned around, grabbed my laptop, and wrote the first 3 chapters of a book that I had no idea I was going to write which turned into a trilogy.

If you are scratching your head thinking this sounds familiar – this is a re-release. I received my rights back from my publisher and decided these stories needed to be back out there.

GoodReads Author Page - http://www.goodreads.com/DarylDevore


Friday, February 26, 2021

Guest Post - 2/26/21 - Love a Billionaire Collection by Daryl Devore #Compilation #Hot #Billionaires

Three hot billionaire romances in one collection



Excerpt:

From Two Truths and a Lie

All I had to do was steal a rare, red diamond. How hard could that be?

I followed the others into the Whittle Bus, took a seat and turned to look out the window. I didn't want a seat buddy. I didn't want a BFF—someone to giggle and bond with. I had a job to do. I had to keep my focus.

Especially if I wanted to live.

I stared blankly out the window, not seeing the city shift to country. Music blared from the bus's sound system. The driver turned the radio on an All 80s channel. Trying to block the music, I reviewed my evening. First, act like a meek female, not too competent or intelligent who doesn't speak English fluently. Second, pretend to be an acceptable server and deliver drinks to thirsty, rich people. Third, steal the red diamond.

Simple enough.

I didn't want the gem. Hmph, who was I kidding? I'd love to own it. But, a job's a job. I'd been commissioned to steal and deliver it to a secure box. And that's exactly what I intended to do. I'd planned this job for several weeks, if not months. Finally, the right opportunity presented itself and here I was sitting on a bus listening to You Spin Me Round, dressed like a French maid. So unbelievably annoying. The skirt barely covered the bend in my butt. Every time I tugged at the skirt, my boobs started to pop out of the top. Not that there was a lot of boob to pop out. I seemed to be missing the greatly endowed gene. I stifled the fantasy of putting my fingers around the neck of the old pervert that demanded we wear these ridiculous outfits. And gloves. We all had to wear white gloves. Who does that?

I'm guessing the host of the party didn't want us mere peasants touching anything, leaving our filthy germs which he might pick up and then die of some horrible flesh-eating disease. Hey, a person can dream.

But on the bright side, the gloves played right into my hand―so to speak. I didn't have to figure out how to conceal a pair of latex gloves. I'd wear these white monstrosities, steal the red diamond and not leave a fingerprint in the whole house.

The bus slowed, passed through the open gates then drove around to the back of a large manor house. I'll admit the house wasn't as big as the one in Downton Abbey, but it was still impressive. A reddish-brown brick house with several floors, lots of windows and partially covered in ivy which screamed rich person lives here. The land around it extended for acres in every direction. I'd already done my research on the place. I knew every inch of the outside and inside. I had escape routes planned. Although, I had no intention of needing them. I was confident I was leaving the same way as I'd arrived—on this bus.

I knew where I could hide in the house if needed. And I had a back-up plan to my back-up plan. Several people had been paid hefty fees to watch my back. This gem was as good as stolen.

With my head lowered, I followed the others out of the bus. The music clearly inspired the eleven of them to a high level of chattiness. No one spoke to me or, I guess, even noticed me and that was exactly what I wanted.

Think about all the press reports of crimes. The reporter asks the neighbours to talk about the alleged shooter and they always reply, "He was so quiet. Kept to himself." The fellow officer workers say of the embezzler, "She was as quiet as a mouse. Did her work and went home." That's me. The quiet, invisible one. The one going home with a large, valuable gemstone while the rest go home with a meagre paycheck.



Blurb:

If you love hot, billionaire romances, then Daryl Devoré’s collection is a must read. Three of her hottest billionaire romances bundled into one smouldering collection.

Desires - When secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes.

After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn's dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward.

Peyton Lang, having run from an impoverished neighbourhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire.

Frustrated that his current multi-million-dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a quick drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.

Two O’clock with the Billionaire – Sometimes, a woman has to do what a woman has to do.

Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage.

Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.

Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?

Two Truths and Lie - The legend of Robin Hood and Maid Marian with a twenty-first-century twist.

As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-laced billionaire, Mark clash over Byn's need for independence and Mark's struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.

All is lost until a children's game is their only hope.

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About the Author:

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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Thursday, November 5, 2020

Guest Post - 11/5/20 - "Dark Chocolate and Strawberries" by Daryl Devore #Erotic #AdultFairyTale #Romance

 

What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?


Excerpt:

Swiping the card through the lock, she opened the door when the light turned green. As promised, her luggage had been placed just inside the room. She stepped around the two suitcases, and tossed her shoulder bag and key card on the desk. A page of Wi-Fi instructions rested next to the flat screen TV. Good. I won't be cut off from the real world.
She glanced down at her cellphone. If I check my messages there will only be a coupla dozen from mom asking for updates. Who needs that? She tossed the cell onto the table. She was on vacation – sort of.
Turning around, she continued her exploration. The living room area had a couch with four emerald green throw pillows, two comfortable looking chairs and large seascape hung on the wall, above the couch. A spectacular bouquet sat on the coffee table. Red pulled the little card out of its holder - Compliments of The Emerald Forest.
To the right, were a closet and the bathroom. Walking into the bedroom area, Red jumped on the king-sized bed and sighed. A huge bed. Now if I could get Hot and Sexy in here. Or maybe Mr. I'm-So-Lost. I think I could use a little ship board action and release some pent-up frustration.
Glancing at her watch, she saw she didn't have a lot of time to spare before she was to meet Chopper for lunch. She walked back to the living room to get her luggage, but the view from the balcony stopped her. Sliding the glass door open, she stepped outside. The warm gulf air brushed across her face. We left port? How can a ship this big move and I not notice?
Captivated by the view, Red watched the waves ripple past and the occasional seagull soar overhead. She inhaled the warm air and let the sun shine on her face. A knock at the door brought her out of her reverie. She crossed the room and opened it.
“Hello. Did you forget about lunch?” Chopper asked.
Red glanced at her watch. “Oh, good heavens. I was standing on the balcony. I guess I lost track of the time. Come in. Have a seat. Give me a minute to change.”
Chopper whistled as he entered. “Look at this place. This is great. I've got a closet with a bed in it. You've got a palace. And your own balcony.” He pointed at the glass doors. “May I?”
“Go ahead. I'll only be a second.” Red grabbed the suitcases and hurried to the bedroom. Rifling through the clothes, she found a tank top and a pair of shorts that didn't look too much like she'd packed for the cruise in under fifteen minutes. As she changed, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Gawd, I look like a ghost. I really need a tan. She slipped on a pair of black flip-flops.
When she stepped into the living room, Chopper pointed at the bouquet. “Nice flowers. Boyfriend?”
Red shook her head. “No. They're compliments of the cruise line.” She picked up her purse and key card. “Let's go, I'm starved.”
Inside the elevator, Chopper said, “I have a confession to make.”
“We've known each other for like five minutes, what do you have to confess?”
“I don't exactly know where the restaurant is. We might just end up in the engine room.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Oh, so you're just using me as a tour guide?”
“Yes, but I'll pay for lunch.”
“The food's free.”
He chucked her under the chin. “I can afford free.”
Red laughed. As the elevator doors opened, she led the way to the small restaurant.
They ordered cheeseburgers, fries and beer, then requested their meal be served on deck. Chopper spotted two unoccupied lounge chairs on the starboard side of the ship, partially in the shade with a view of the ocean, if a person hunched down and looked under the lifeboat.
Tilting his head toward the boats, he said, “I'm glad we found those. I'll be able to find them when the lifeboat drill happens. It's important you know.” His face looked serious.
Red tilted her head. “Why?”
“I saw Titanic. Six times.”
She snickered. “No icebergs in the Caribbean. I think you can relax.”
He pointed at her. “Bermuda Triangle.”



Blurb:

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.

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Sexy Red Hood.

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Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice 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.