I am happy to be here on Ruth’s
Blog. I am hot romance author Daryl Devoré and I have brought along my newest
release – Darien's Desire – book 2 in the 2 Hearts ~ 1 Love Trilogy.
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You've read What Happens in Bangkok and now
you need to know what's next.
It's complicated is not only her
relationship status, but the definition of Erika
Bailey's life. She loves managing her drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand,
but her rock star boyfriend resides in North Carolina. And to top it off, her
father threatens she must stay away from Darien or lose the Pink Flamingo. Does
she protect her club or her love?
Darien Scott, Grammy award
winning international superstar, wants nothing more than to wake up in the arms
of Erika, the woman he loves, but contractual obligations force him to exotic
video shoots and an isolated movie set with one of Hollywood's sexiest stars.
With the feeding frenzy of social media trending every
aspect of Darien's life—real or not—it's hard for Erika to know the truth. Will
she be able to see through the lies and trust Darien? Or will evidence from
damaging Internet rumors condemn their relationship?
Excerpt
Erika glanced around at the ultra-modern décor in
colors of black, red and gold. Suddenly her office at the club, looked old and
frumpy. "Can we talk now?" She raised a questioning eyebrow.
Miranda nodded.
Erika threw her arms out and bear hugged her friend.
"Oh. My. God, Miri. It's so good to see you. You look fabulous. No…better
than fabulous. Turn around. Let me see you. I'd kill for that dress."
"And you. Just look at you. Selfie." Miri
held up her cell. Erika stood closer and smiled. Her friend pointed to the
black leather sofa. "Sit. You must be exhausted."
"Which is your polite way of saying I look like
crap. Can you send me a copy? My cell's at the hotel getting a charge. It's
either a dead battery or a dead cell. No idea which. It's been acting weird.
I'm rambling. Oh, Miri. It's so good to see you." Erika plopped on a
cushion and sunk deep into the softness. "As I said in my email, I am here
for the full works." She pointed at her head. "Start at the top and work
to the bottom."
"Important date, I'm guessing? Tea?"
"Your Russian grandmother's tea?" Hope
filled Erika.
Miranda pressed a small button. "Yes, for you,
only my grandmother's tea. Now tell me about this date. Last I heard, you'd
broken up with Aiden. Was it painful?"
Erika shook her head. "No. I knew it was coming.
I tried to help. To get him away from the drugs and the lifestyle, but he,
let's say, fell in with the wrong crowd. He just got deeper and deeper into
trouble. He cleaned out our bank accounts, stole things and sold them. It was a
nightmare. But it's over. He's history. I've moved on."
"From the smile, I'd say you moved on from the
bottom feeder to a bigger, better fish."
An image of Darien's smile flashed through her mind.
"You'd like him. His one fault is he truly loves vodka."
"Not vodka with a v, say it with a w.
Wodka."
"Wodka."
"There, now you sound Russian."
"You went to the same boarding school as me. Your
mother's name is Tiffany. You're about as Russian as that art deco lamp."
Miri's laughter sounded like tiny bells. "I do
get kind of wrapped up in the persona. It helps with business at the spa. Adds
to the allure. So, who is he? Your new Prince Charming? And when do I meet
him?"
"Darien Scott."
"No!"
"Yes!"
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Bio
Daryl Devoré (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in
Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large aquarium full of fish, a black cat
named Licorice and some house ghosts. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet
country road, snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along
the St. Lawrence River. She's 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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to find Daryl Devoré
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- http://twitter.com/daryldevore
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