Daryl Devore's Blog

Daryl Devore's Blog

Monday, 10 August 2020

Branwyn's Love - Daryl Devore's hot medieval romance on this month's #MFRWsteam hotread #MFRW #romance #ebook #print

The #MFRW Steam hop is a monthly event hosted by Marketing for Romance Writers as part of the MFRW Authors Blog. Focused on authors who write spicy or erotic fiction, it's a chance to connect with readers who like their romance to sizzle! Please visit these amazing authors and share or tweet their posts.


This month I am spotlighting –my hot medieval romance - Branwyn's Love

Excerpt - Warm

(Note - Branwyn was sold by her family to be trained as a courtesan.

“Tell me where you come from? What is your land—your people—like?”

Why did his deep voice make her heart beat faster?

“My land is like Black Dorn but flat and not as beautiful. I have not seen so many rolling hills. Our languages are similar, but we each have words the other does not.”

He lay back and closed his eyes. “Such as?”

“Gon. I believe it to mean king—one who rules all. Gon-Dra has no match in our language. The son of a king is a prince, and the oldest is the heir to the throne.”

He opened his eyes. “Are all the women from your land as beautiful as you?”

Branwyn felt a flush run from her belly to her scalp. “My six cousins were not as…” She looked at the creek. Her voice softened. “Which is why I was sent to be trained.”

Malacke sat up. He moved closer— too close. “Standing beside you, even the most beautiful of cousins would be less so. Your green eyes are like the newly born spring—alive and full of hope. Your lips… there is a flower, a rose I believe, in the garden the same colour. If your lips taste as wondrous as the smell of that flower… may I kiss those lips?”

“You are the gon-dra. You take—”

A frown crossed his forehead. “I do not ask as gon-dra. I ask as Malacke. I wish to be granted the kiss.”

“I am sorry if I have offended you.” She placed her fingers on his forehead and smoothed his creased brow. “A kiss from you would—”

He did not let her finish her sentence. He reached behind her neck and pulled her face to his. His lips parted. She felt his breath, then nothing.

“Have you been kissed before?”

She lowered her eyes. “When I was being… trained, he…”

“Being instructed and being kissed are as different as day is from night. One is about tragor and the other is passion, lust and possibly love.”

She glanced up at the word love.

He pressed his lips on hers and grasped her so close her breasts compressed against his chest. She released him with a gasp. Her gaze did not leave his.

“More?” he whispered.

She pulled his face to her and planted her mouth on his. He opened his lips. She did the same.

Moments swam by in a blurred state of locked lips. Heat rose within Branwyn. She leaned away. Holding her hand to her chest, Branwyn gasped for air. “This is… I should not be doing this. You are not—”

“Did you like it?”

She nodded.

“Would you like more?”

“Yes.” It was a whisper. “But it is wrong.”

He kissed her cheek, her neck, her throat, then looked into her eyes. “A thing feels best when it is wrong.” He placed his lips against hers.

Branwyn was helpless to resist.

Tentatively, he touched the tip of his tongue to hers. She moaned.

He laid her back against the ground and trailed kisses down her neck to her chest. “Malacke.” She pressed her hands on his chest. “I must not.”

“I must.” He pushed up onto straight arms and looked down at her. “I am humbled by your beauty, but consumed by thoughts of you. I want to taste you, feel your skin, smell your scent. Explore your body. I will not take what is his. You must bleed at your first time. If you do not, he will be angry. But I can have the rest, and I can teach you what pleasure is.”

“Teach me.”

Blurb and Buy Links

Daryl Devoré pens another hot read – the medieval romance -Branwyn’s Love.

The tale of a young woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.

The noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds until his attention is captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.



Books2Read - other sellers - Kobo, Nook etc


Books2Read - Print

BookSprout - for a read and review


Pinterest Board for Branwyn's Love

What's happening in August on Romance –  Sweet to Heat

12 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

13 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

14 – Fridays in Space

15 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

16 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

17 – Spotlight – AD – Lost Hearts in the Bayou

18 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

19 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

20 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

21 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

22 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

23 –  It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

24 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

25 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

26 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

27 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

28 – Fridays in Space

29 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

30 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

31 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors


  1. I rather like Malecke. I would hope for Branwyn to end up with him rather than the man she is supposed to lose her virginity to.
    Naughty Netherworld Press

  2. Great scene! Thanks for sharing.

  3. Sexy and in some ways very sweet. I like how Malacke is so respectful of Branwyn. He certainly doesn't need to be, so the courtesy he shows her must be part of is nature. Wonderfully enticing snippet, Daryl.

  4. Ooo! Branwyn should learn love from Malacke! He doesn't sound like he "lacks" anything. ;) I really liked “A thing feels best when it is wrong.”

  5. Great excerpt. Thanks for sharing. I shared too -
    here: https://twitter.com/ketadiablo/status/1293379820592783361

    My best, Keta

  6. Sighs. My heart is melting. I love Love.

  7. Beautifully done, enticing, palpable heat.