I am happy to be here on The Southwest Armchair Traveler. 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.
I love sending my characters off to far away places – Caribbean, Indonesia, Thailand and in my latest – India.
I'd love to travel, but I'm married to a homebody. So, my characters travel for me.
So, I combined the elements in my books – love of research and love of travel. The places I write about are real. In book 1 – What Happens in Bangkok – Sukhumvit really is one of the busiest shopping streets in Bangkok.
In book 2 – Darien's Desire – we're off to Goa, India. Goa is on the western coast and using it in the book gave me the chance to let my characters enjoy a fabulous India meal. (which is another passion – cooking!! – but that's another blog post.)
Book 3 – well, you'll just have to wait to discover where I send them in the final book of the series.
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?
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.
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."
"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?"
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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