Two Hearts ~ One Love, book 1
By
Daryl Devoré
Genre: Erotic Romance
Erika Bailey,
owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled
into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a
new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the
blond God, Apollo.
Darien Scott is
on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is
at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is
the only person to get out alive. Now he's running from the police and a Triad.
Mistake number 1.
Disguised as a
drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then
struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.
Can he fix his
mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake
number 3?
Erika dipped a
chip into the salsa and popped it into her mouth. "I can't decide.
Mexi-taco or Cali-taco."
"Huh?"
"Number
twenty and twenty one."
"Simple."
He placed his menu on the table and picked up a chip. "Get one of each,
but make sure there's room for dessert. 'Cause I want a Churro. Or maybe the
Sweet Chimichanga."
"Or
both." She popped a salsa-covered chip into her mouth.
"Awesome."
Darien dipped a chip and bit into it, trying not to look like he couldn't tear
his gaze from her. The elegance of her moves as her fingers unfolded and
reached for a chip. The curve of her wrist as she scooped some salsa. The jolt
in his body when she opened her mouth and licked her lips. Watching the chip
disappear past her teeth was too much for his control. His cock sprang to life.
He'd never be able to look at chips and salsa the same way again.
The waitress
placed the tray of monkey wings on the table. Erika squealed as they both
reached for one. The happiness spread from her face to her body. Her nipples
were visible, pressing against her dress. The pressure in his slacks increased.
Her lips parted. He stifled a groan. She slid the piece of meat into her mouth
and lightly bit into it. Her teeth grazed against the chicken meat, pulling it
from the bone. A dribble of sauce escaped. She flicked her tongue across her
bottom lip, closed her eyes and heaved a delighted sigh. Sweat ran down
Darien's back. Yes, the wings were spicy. But the vision across from him was
twenty jalapenos hotter. She picked up another wing. Darien trembled, grabbed
his drink and chugged half of it. It did nothing to cool his soaring
temperature, or reduce the swelling in his pants.
The visual of
her lips wrapped around the chicken wing morphed into her lips around his fully
aroused cock. As she pulled the next wing from her mouth, he swallowed–hard. He
wiped his brow. "This is hot."
"Not too
hot for you?" She placed her index finger in her mouth and slid it out, licking
off the sauce.
"Not
really, but I just might have to take a cold shower." He grabbed another
wing. She reached for one. Darien shuddered. He never knew eating Mexican could
be so erotic.
Daryl Devore
(@darydevore) lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her
husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice
and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl
loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe 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.
Thank you for showing my latest- What Happens in Bangkok. I tweeted and shared.
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