Monday, March 20, 2017

#BOGO on #HunkstotheRescue #romance #hotties

 Howdy, just wanted to share a new set I'm in,
 is on pre-order right now!  

 Pre-Order Hunks to the Rescue
Amazon Nook | Kobo | 24S

Get ready for a sexy, thrilling ride!
Who hasn’t fantasized about being rescued by a red-hot hunk? Indulge those fantasies with this box set of alpha rescuers who have a delicious talent for romance. 15 stand-alone novellas from New York Times and USA Today bestselling, and award-winning authors will steam up your nights and leave you begging for more.
Whether the hunk you lust for is military, a firefighter, first responder, FBI agent, cowboy, bad boy mafioso, or that sexy, everyday guy who plucks you from danger only to kiss you senseless, this bundle has your hero. Go undercover with a detective ready to break the rules…in bed. Share a sleeping bag atop a mountain, snuggled up against a wall of muscle, strong arms wrapped around you. After a scorcher of a night, let a Navy SEAL whisk you away as he fights off your abductors in the morning.

Trish McCallan - Margo Bond Collins - Krista Ames
Raine English - Tamara Ferguson - Aileen Harkwood
Lynda Haviland - Jody A. Kessler - Katie O'Sullivan
Constance Phillips - Stephanie Queen - Jan Romes
Nancy Segovia - Debbie White - Wilder & Quinn

Pre-order your copy now from these retailers. Plus, we have a Buy One Box Set, Get One Box Set offer going on here through June 12. Pre-Order Hunks to the Rescue, and get Beyond Hunks for FREE now!

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AND...check this out!  We have FREE calendar downloads that feature our HUNKS!  Just follow this link to get yours...

LAST but not least, our Pre-release Party did so well that we have decided to keep it open all week.  That means you will have until the 23rd to get yourself registered for over 60 prizes.  Winners will be drawn on the 24th so get over there and make sure you comment on all the posts !!

My story in this set is called...
An Unexpected Twist

Boone Michaels was exactly where he wanted to be in his life.  Fighting forest fires was a full-time job as of late and his construction business was booming as well.  Adding in the complete renovation of his 100-year-old farm house too with what little spare time he had left.  Complications from the female persuasion just aren't an option at this point.

Kelsey Watson hated her fast-paced New York life and needed a change.  She yearned to go where no one would recognize her as the daughter of the governor of the state.  Heading West was something she'd always wanted to do.  However, driving into a Colorado tornado wasn't her idea of starting fresh.

Can Boone save Kelsey and give them both a new lease on life or will an unexpected twist tear them apart?

Friday, March 17, 2017

What Happens in Bangkok by @DarylDevore

Please welcome a guest post from Daryl Devore !!!


Five interesting tidbits about Daryl Devoré's erotic rock star romance – What Happens in Bangkok

First off a quick thank you to Krista for allowing me to visit today.

What Happens in Bangkok is my latest erotic romance. This story features a drag queen club owner and a rock star.
1. Why did I pick Bangkok as the setting? Good question. It had to be used as a setting. Come on. I'm an erotic romance writer and we – North Americans – say it as  Bang cock.  It's just a setting waiting to be used.
But I would like to point out – it is pronounced more like Ban Gok. My Thai is not that good.

2. How did this book get started? I was driving own to visit my daughter and idea smacked me in the forehead. I got out my laptop and wrote 3 chapters in a matter of 30 minutes. Mind you there were some gaps – like the Hero was called "X" and the Heroine "Y" and I think the city was "C".

3. Why did I choose a drag queen club? It was the song on the radio that nudged the idea of the story. Gloria Gaynor's – I Will Survive. I was thinking how it was – at one time – the gay anthem and the whole story just evolved from there.

4. Why did I choose rock star for the hero's occupation? I didn't. He did. I'm a pantser and I pretty much have no idea where my characters are taking me..

5. Is this a standalone book? No. This is the first time I've written a series like this. It is a trilogy. All 3 books wanted to be written at once, but I put my foot down and made books 2 and 3 wait their turn. They are now written and book 2 is at the publishers.

To Save Darien's life his brother asks, "Can you walk in high heels?"
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?

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Droplets of blood seeped from Darien’s wolf tattoo, mesmerizing him. They trickled over the inside of his bicep, splattering against the bar floor.

Darien ran his hand back through his hair and frowned. Why was the wolf bleeding? It was supposed to look sexy. Turn chicks on. Not bleed. He blinked as a thought formed. Maybe it wasn’t the tattoo. Could he be bleeding? He didn’t remember getting hurt. But that might be because he’d had too many vodka shots.

Expensive gold infused vodka.

An order, snapped out in Thai, ripped his focus away from the cost of the booze.

Stumbling with the translation, his gut clenched. “Check everyone. Anybody alive. Kill them.”

A shrill female scream. A gun shot. Silence.

That’d be one of the hookers. Damn. Hope it wasn’t the one with the butterfly tattoo above her clit. She had a mouth on her that performed miracles. Dude! What the fuck! Must be the vodka talking. Stay focused. There are guys with guns out there.

Darien stretched his neck out and peered around the edge of the bar. In his line of vision, a male leg stuck out from under a table. Expensive looking shoe. Presumably Italian leather. Probably belonged to Nai Jâhng.

Darien raised his eyebrows. Wow. Somebody had the balls to kill a Triad boss.

He shifted his glance. A few feet to the left lay a female arm with brilliant orange fingernails. He shivered at the memory of those nails grazing his balls. He focused on a tiny object a foot in front of him. Shards of glass were scattered about. He frowned, trying to remember what happened. He’d walked behind the private club’s bar to get another bottle of vodka when, one by one, bottles started exploding. Next he was on the floor, looking at the blood dripping from his tattoo. He glanced at his arm. The bleeding had stopped.

Okay, so he wasn’t gonna bleed to death. Good. Now he just had to get his dumbass outta there. Past them. The guys with the guns. How the fuck could he do that?

Voices interrupted his thoughts. The tones were panicked or angry, and the words too fast for him to translate, although he did understand the meaning of the three rapid gunshots, followed by a short groan. The door at the opposite end of the bar, leading to the kitchen, swooshed as someone pushed it open.

Gunfire and loud screams sounded from the kitchen. The door swung open again. Darien translated the shooter’s words, “Nobody alive in there. I’ll check the offices upstairs.”

Darien slid back, trying not to disturb the glass. He did his best not to yelp when a sharp edge sliced through the skin on his knee. With deliberate movements, he backtracked the length of the Black Dragon’s bar. Squatting, he peeked around the end.

Three men stood with their backs to him, dressed in black pants and muscle shirts. Each one held an assault rifle. A bleeding sun tattoo visible on one attacker’s shoulder. Daeng Arthit Triad. Not good. So not good.

He looked forward. The kitchen door was six feet away. Six feet of wide-open, easily visible space. It might as well be six inches or a mile. He couldn’t risk it. Wouldn’t. He didn’t want to get shot.

He shifted his weight off the knee pressing on a piece of shattered bottle. What the fuck, dude? You’re gonna die if they find you. Better to be running for your life than just lay here and let ’em kill you. That was the logical side of his head’s opinion.

The chicken shit side said, Stay here. Stay down. You’re safe.

A yell and several more gunshots drifted down from the floor above. The men pounded up the stairs.

Without taking a moment to think, Darien bolted through the kitchen doors, then skidded to a stop. The rancid smell of burning food and fresh blood hit him deep in the pit of his stomach. Four bodies lay facing him, eyes wide, obviously unseeing. One of the dead chefs held a massive meat cleaver clenched in his right hand.

Never bring a knife to a gun fight. He shook his head. Quoting movies at a time like this? Focus, dude.

Heart pounding, Darien cast his gaze about the room, looking for an escape, while his ears listened for the sound of running footsteps coming up behind. He fought the nausea of rising fear as he moved forward, searching for an exit, while trying to keep his gaze from the corpses.

Please let this be some shitty nightmare, and I’m gonna wake up now. Fuck!

In the back right corner, he spotted a door. With renewed hope, he raced to freedom. He bolted through the doorway, skidded in the pool of blood, lost his balance and crashed onto the dead hooker. He tried not to be judgmental, but in the brief glance he’d had, a girl on her knees in front of a man with no pants on was obviously on the clock. Or cock, as the case might be.

He braced his hands on the blood soaked floor and pushed himself to his knees. The back of her head was missing, and her dead john had no face. Just a bloody, pulpy mess. He laid sprawled back on the desk. Big enough guy to be one of the ones who was supposed to be guarding the front entrance. Well, he went out with a bang.

The room spun. A cold sweat dampened Darien’s brow. His stomach flipped, then heaved its contents on the hooker’s cherry red dress. Gagging and coughing, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The smell of tossed alcohol hit him in the face. He heaved again. Shit. Coupla hundred bucks worth. What a waste.

He dropped back onto his haunches, waiting until the spasms in his stomach calmed. Footsteps from above reminded him of his mission. Get out. Alive. Now!

Daryl Devore 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, flew 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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Other books by Daryl Devoré
Brace For Impact erotic crash romance
Billionaires vol 1 – erotic billionaire romance
FL.E.S.H. – erotic contemporary billionaire romance
Capri's Fate – erotic contemporary fantasy
Black Dorn – erotic medieval romance
Sexy Red Hood – twisted fairy tale
A Kept Woman – erotic contemporary billionaire romance