Showing posts with label #billionaire. Show all posts
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Monday, July 27, 2020

Two Truths and a Lie by #DarylDevore, @daryldevore , #hotread, #billionaire



Two Truths and a Lie
Daryl Devoré

Blurb
The legend of Robin Hood and Maid Marian with a twenty-first-century twist. If you love hot, billionaire romances, then this is a must read.
From the author of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy, multi-published, hot romance author Daryl Devoré's latest book revolves around deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red diamond.
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-five-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.





Excerpt 
A crack of thunder startled me. I twisted my neck around. Through the open curtains, I could see the windows were drenched with water. "It's raining."
"It's England." He pressed tiny kisses down my neck and nipped that point where shoulder meets throat.
Mark tightened his grip around my waist then shifted to carry me back to the bedroom. He stopped. "Bed's too far away." He turned and lowered my back to the dining room table. The wood was cold against my flesh. He slid his hands up my thighs and fondled my sex. "I've fought this, but all I want is you. I need you. I need us." He slipped two fingers inside me.
I closed my eyes, grinding my hips against his hand as a moan rumbled in my throat. A hunger which demanded to be fed.
This was the Mark that I'd waited for. He'd released the control that gripped him; the rules of society, and etiquette. Now, he was giving himself to me. He wanted to be my lover.
I locked gazes with him. "I want you."
He leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Using the tip of his tongue, he twirled around it then pulled back and let it pop out from between his lips. His hand continued to slide in and out of me. His thumb circling my clit. That first hint of release pulsed.
I clenched my muscles. "I want you in me. Hurry!"
He kissed a trail from one breast to the other. "Can't. No protection."
I grabbed both sides of his head. "Mark! Dammit! I need you. Fuck me."
Slowing his strokes, he slipped his hand out, lifted me and positioned me over his full erection, carefully lowering my hips. His movement felt like fine silk across my smooth skin. I lapped my tongue up the side of his neck and nipped his earlobe, hissing as he shifted his hips upward then pulling back.
That sexual beast that lived inside me reared its head. I planted my mouth on his and drove my tongue between his teeth. He matched my movement with his cock. I slid out. He pulled back. I drove in. He thrust upward.
My moans mixed with the sounds of the wind and the rain on the window.
He moved around and pressed my back on the wall. Reaching up with his right hand, Mark flicked my left nipple. His twirling it between his thumb and forefinger made me grind my hips on him.
I released his mouth, arching my head back. "I'm close. Harder."
"No." He pulled back. His chest heaving.
"Yes."
It sounded like a snarl, and I meant it.

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Bio and Social Media
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. Daryl has several published books available on Amazon in ebook or print book and available at other book retailers via D2D.

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.












Anita


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Thursday, December 26, 2019

Tempted by Felicity Brandon , #DarkRomance , #Billionaire , #EnemiesToLovers

Title: Tempted by Felicity Brandon
Series: The Dark Necessities Prequel: Dalton’s Tale– Book One


Tag Line:
A love that neither of them could resist.
A secret that will burn down the whole city...
Release date: 23rd, September 2019


Buy links:



Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/47959332-tempted






Blurb:

I’m obsessed with a woman who’s nothing but trouble.


She’s feisty and tempting.
And she doesn’t let anything come in the way of her mission.
I’ve dealt with my fair share of rule-breakers.
So, Delilah isn’t what I need.
But I can’t stop dreaming about having her in my arms.
She might be hiding a secret.
A secret that could destroy me and burn the city to the ground.


There’s only one question that remains.
Is she worth the destruction that she’s about to cause?


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Excerpt:


“So, you don’t want dessert, sir?” Delilah’s voice had taken on that soft purr again, and his cock stirred reflexively at the tone.
Dalton leaned toward her. “Oh, I want dessert,” he assured her in a low tone. “In fact, I predict we’ll both be enjoying a bloody big portion.”
Delilah’s eyes widened and she smiled. “Thank God,” she murmured. “I can’t wait.”
He grinned, rising from his chair while she grabbed her purse and shrug. Stepping around the table, she moved toward him. 
“How far is to your place, sir?”
Dalton’s arm snaked around her middle, drawing Delilah toward him. “Not far, beautiful. Hold on, I’ll have you there in a few minutes.”
She flicked her bob back with a mischievous smile, and he led her wordlessly out of the Italian restaurant and in the direction of the elevators. The place was the usual thrum of activity for this time of the evening, and numerous people acknowledged him as they wandered past the throng.
“Hey, Dalton!”
He turned at the sound of his name to find Manuel striding toward them. “Hey, man,” Dalton answered, his brow arching at the way his old friend’s gaze so overtly fell over Delilah.
“I was going to ask if you were stopping by the club tonight, but…” Manuel paused, smiling at the pouting expression Delilah was offering him. “It looks like you’re already taken.”
Dalton laughed. “Manuel, this is my friend, Delilah.”
He glanced down at her expectant face, her thoughts confirming how eager she was to know who Manuel was. “And, Delle, this is Manuel.”
Manuel thrust out a large palm in her direction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Delilah.”
His gaze rose to Dalton, his brow raising as his thoughts confirmed his curiosity. Who’s the hot little redhead, Dalton? You’ve obviously been playing this card very close to your chest.
Dalton bit back on a grin as he guided Delilah in the opposite direction. “Great to see you,” he called back over his shoulder. “Have a good night.”
“Yeah, you too,” Manuel replied. You lucky sod.
“Friend of yours?” Delilah whispered as they entered the elevator.
There was only one other couple at the far end and with a nod, Dalton steered Delilah away from them.
“Yes, he is,” Dalton confirmed. 
He was about to illustrate his point by telling Delilah about Manuel’s position within the organization, but he stopped himself. He may really like the woman, but Dalton had to face facts. She wasn’t telling him the truth, so he needed to be careful with the information he made available. Dalton gazed down at Delilah. She was glancing over her shoulder at the other couple, her attention slowly returning to him.
“Are you okay?”
“More than,” she answered with a lascivious grin. “This is the part of the night I’ve been looking forward to the most.”
Dalton smirked. “I noticed,” he murmured. “You’ve been making those bedroom eyes at me all night.”
Delilah nibbled her lower lip, pressing herself up against him. “Guilty, sir,” she said softly. “What’s my punishment?”
His eyes widened at her provocative display, and at that moment, the elevator came to a pause, the chiming bell drawing both of their focus temporarily back to the sliding doors. Dalton pulled Delilah against him while the other couple left, his arm reaching to instruct the elevator to the floor they needed.
“I’m glad you asked,” he brooded, ensuring he had her full attention as the doors slid closed once more. Slowly, he spun Delilah’s body around, pressing her against the cool mirrored interior. “Based on how much you enjoyed your introduction to BDSM yesterday, I thought we could play another game?”
Delilah gulped, her pupils dilating. “Are you trying to frighten me, sir?”
Dalton’s cock roused at her question. “No, Delilah.” His tone was low and even. “Would you like me to?”


Thanks for sharing,


Anita








Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Lawbreakers, #BoxSet, Two Truths and a Lie, #hotread, #billionaire, @DarylDevore



Two Truths and a Lie from the Lawbreakers Box Set.

Genre – Contemporary Romance
Heat Level – Hot

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


Blurb
If you love hot, billionaire romances, then this is a must read.

From the author of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy, multi-published, hot romance author Daryl Devoré's latest book revolves around deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red diamond.

As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-lace 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.

Buy Link - Amazon

Excerpt (Cool)

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 red stone house with several floors, lots of windows and partially covered in ivy. 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.






Bio and Social Media Links

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, 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.


An Interview with Hot Romance Author Daryl Devoré

How did you come up with the title?
I am terrible at titles – TERRIBLE. But this is a box set so someone else came up with the title.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
As far as I know, I don't know any thieves and I certainly don't know any billionaires.

What are your current projects?
I am trying to finish a medieval fantasy. But the dragon is getting nasty and I'm too scared to open the document. (or I've hit a block in the writing – lol)

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Marketing. I'm a writer – not a marketer. People go to university to study the subject. Writers are just supposed to know what to do.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
Torn between Agatha Christie and Dorothy L Sayers. Love the complexity of the story and the way they pull you in.

Do you have any advice for other writers?
Many, many authors will say – learn your craft, study the rules. I say – write the damn book. 90% of the people who start won't finish. So finish it. Yes, it is going to have plot holes, and grammar mistakes – so what. You wrote a book. Now, you can go back and study and fix it.


Short Answers
What’s your favorite line from any movie?
They're over at the Co-op. From Spaced Invaders

If you were attending a Halloween party, what would your costume be and why?
Tigger. I have a real Tigger costume

Are you a morning or night person?
Morning. What is this thing you call morning???

What are your favorite hobbies?
Yoga, baking and gardening

Do you believe in love at first sight?
I'd better since I'm a romance author.

Does Prince Charming exist?
Yes, I married him.


Thanks Daryl for sharing,

Anita