Caution - One smouldering twisted fairy tale mixed with one hot medieval romance might burn more than your fingers.
Capturing
His Heart
Daryl
Devoré
Excerpt from Dark Chocolate and Strawberries
G- rated
A
water droplet landed on Red’s cheek and startled her. She wiped it and opened
her eyes. “Welcome back, sleepy head.” Chopper wiped his hand on his shorts and
placed the glass of water on the table.
“Have
I been out long?” She looked at her watch and wondered what time she'd fallen
asleep.
“I've
been here about five minutes.” Chopper jumped up. “Ok, now that you're awake, I
just have to tell you. This song popped into my head and it's driving me
crazy.”
Red
dropped her tablet into her beach bag and waited for him to continue.
“It's
the Red Riding Hood song. I think Sam the Sham and the Prophets sang it. It's
like from like the mid-sixties.”
She
shook her head. “Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs. And it took you long enough to
get there. Most people start cracking jokes within minutes of hearing my name.”
“I
wasn't focused yesterday. But today, I'm Michael Jackson!” He stepped right and
left and snapped his fingers.
“Little Red Riding Hood.
You sure are looking good.
You're everything that a big, bad wolf could
want.”
He
spun around and posed, one arm at his crotch and flung the other up in the air.
“Owooooooo!”
Trying
to keep a straight face, Red asked, “You aren't going to send in an application
for that dance show thing, right?”
“What,
you don't like my dancin'?” He shook his knees in and out and flapped his arms
like a chicken, then made two-handed stirring motions, like he was in front of
a large cauldron. “Why are you laughing? I'm just getting started.” He leaned
forward and jerked up his right hand. “It's called the lawn mower. But, if you
do it this way…” He straightened and repeated the pulling motion. “Then it's
the chainsaw. Oh. Oh. And now for the big finale. The Moonwalk.”
He
slid his right foot back and popped his left heel, then slid that foot back.
Red had to admit he did a good version of Michael's famous move – until he
backed into the waiter and knocked a tray of drinks onto the passengers seated
near her.
Excerpt from Branwyns’ Love
G-rated
“Stop that crying or by all that is powerful, I
will beat you.”
“Do
not yell so. You will frighten the poor child.”
Through
tears, Branwyn stared at her uncle and aunt. “I… I do not understand. Why must
I go?”
Her
aunt sat next to her. “It is your time, child. A husband has been chosen. You
must leave us to join with him.”
“About
time it is!” Her uncle’s face grew redder with each word. “One year shy of a
score she is, and still unwed. She must fall to her knees to thank God someone
wishes to marry such an old spinster.”
Branwyn
slapped the arm of her chair. “I decline. It is my right. I shall not marry
this man!”
“How
many men do you think you can refuse?” Her uncle paced about the small room.
“This is the fourth suitor to ask for your hand. You cannot. It is done. Your
things are being loaded as we speak.” He jerked back a curtain in the window
and pointed.
The
door opened and in stepped a tall, broad-shouldered soldier. “The carriage
awaits.”
“Branwyn.”
Aunt Selda patted her hand. “You have no dowry. This is a good match. He is a
rich man. He will give you babies.”
Suspicion
gnawed at Branwyn’s stomach. “And what did he give you?”
“Gold.”
Blurb
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.
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