Two
Hearts ~ One Love
Box
Set
Daryl
Devore
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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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.
Bio and Social Media Links
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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