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Friday, 27 January 2017

What Happens in Bangkok is featured on this week's Friday Snippets #erotic #romance

The four Fridays this month are going to feature snippets from my soon to be released erotic romance - book 1 of 2 Hearts ~ 1 Love Trilogy -  What Happens in Bangkok
Erik shrugged, headed to her office, shutting the thick door and taking a moment to wallow in the silence her acoustically insulated office gave her. After plopping onto her desk chair, she pulled open her bottom left drawer and pulled out her prize possession, a bottle of twenty-year old Glenfiddich whiskey. A gift from her father when she assumed control of the club. His words of advice – Drink it wisely.
She stroked her hand down the front of the bottle. The glass cool against her fingertips. Being the owner/manager of a drag queen club had its share of up moments, but it sorely crushed her potential for a love life. She practically lived at the club and most of the patrons who visited were gay. Not leaving much of a dating pool for her to select from. For the first three or four months, she reveled in the solitude; however a girl gets itches, which need to be scratched.
She opened the bottle and inhaled, letting the fragrance fill her. Listening to the liquid splash against the glass was like hearing an angel sing. She lifted the glass to her lips and let the amber liquid burn its way down her throat. Warmth started in her belly and spread throughout her limbs. Fortified, she returned to the din and glaring lights of the club.
Having recovered from her hissy fit, Shangri–Lay strutted onto the stage in six-inch stilettos and a liquid black colored gown, slit to his…Erik shook her head… slit to her hip.
So not fair. Look at the ass on that guy. I could sink my teeth into that and never let go. A tingle prickled between her legs. I'm fantasizing about a drag queen. I so have to find a guy.
Erik stood near the back, watching as Shangri–Lay played the crowd. When the next act was announced, three drag queens strutted across the stage, sporting large hair and long, silver sequined gowns. The Diana Ross and the Supremes routine. Erik rubbed her neck. Cher would be next. Then probably Madonna. No. Brian wasn't here tonight. His night off. In an unusual for him move, he'd crawled into her office, on his knees, in a drag queen's overly dramatic way, begging for a Thursday night off. Something about someone named Alonzo. Great. Brian has a date. Alonzo has a date. Most of the people here are on dates. Why can't I get a date?
Blurb
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?

What's happening in the rest of the month on Sweet to Heat

28 – Blog Available
29 – Weekend Writing Warriors
30 – Author Spotlight – Krista Ames -
31 - Author Spotlight –

If you see an available date and you'd like to promo a new release or a backlist or an up-and-coming book, leave your email addy in the comments and I'll get back to you ASAP.

Thursday, 26 January 2017

Thursday's motivational yoga thought from the great sage - Unknown #yoga

Damn right I didn't.
I've got so much more to do.
There is so much further I can go.
When I hit a wall - I will repeat....
I didn't come this far, to only come this far.

Tuesday, 24 January 2017

Daryl Devore's very soon to be released - What Happens in Bangkok #erotic #romance

Here's the opening scene to wet your appetite.



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 than 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?

 Blurb

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?