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.
Why?
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.
Darien's
Desire
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!"
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.
Where
to find Daryl Devoré
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