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Monday, 12 October 2020

What a hell hole this is, and I've just found the man I'm going to marry. Flame falls in love in Daryl Devore's hot romance - Desires on #MFRWsteam #MFRWOrg #hotread #romance

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This month I am spotlighting my hot contemporary romance - Desires


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When secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes. Desires is Daryl Devoré’s hot romance.

After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn's dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward. As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood she supplements her income with a late-night job at a strip club. Haunted by the fear of humiliation, if her secret is revealed, her life was under control until the night he walked into the club.

Peyton Lang, having run from an impoverished neighbourhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. Frustrated that his current multi-million dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a quick drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.

After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia's worlds are about to collide.

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Excerpt -

Once she felt her muscles loosen, she popped her head into the sound booth. "Asswipe – I mean Frankie has deemed that I'm up next. Jade's not dancing tonight. Fell off her heel. Can you put the Pole Dance Six music on?"

"Flame, honey, your wish is my command." Steve winked then scrolled through the music list and clicked on the requested folder.

The music from Passion Fruit's performance faded and applause replaced it. She bumped Flame's shoulder as she exited the stage. "Sorry. Gawd, what a shitty crowd. Brain dead morons are takin' over the world."

Flame stepped past her, walked to the pole at centerstage, wrapped her fingers on the metal and waited for the first music cue. As the opening chord sounded, she focused solely on her job, spinning around the dance pole, holding on with a hand, a bent knee, or a curved elbow. She stood beside it, lifted her leg, resting it on the shaft, and then pulled herself forward into a standing front split. She laid her head on her leg and tossed her hair right and left as she gazed about the bar. Baseball Cap Guy's seat was empty. Probably in the men's room, jerking off.

With a twist, she lowered her leg, turned so her back was against the pipe, and kicked off the stage. With her legs spread wide, the black crotch of her thong exposed to all, she circled the pole. The brilliant stage lights blurred as they seemed to whiz by. She slapped her feet to the floor, dropped to side splits, and humped the floor for several bars of music. She raised her head. Her gaze met two eyes staring intently at her. A small grin hovered over his lips. Forgetting her number one rule, she smiled back. He tilted his head in a small nod.

Flame's focus broke. Her pussy clenched. Her nipples strained against the leather bra. No man had ever disrupted a performance like the simple grin on this one's face. She pushed herself to her hands and knees and crawled forward. Reaching the edge of the stage, she shifted to sitting on her heels with her knees splayed. She dragged the nail of her right index finger down the centre of her forehead, along her nose, over her pouted lips, between her breasts, along her firm torso, and then over the edge of her leather-encased mound. Reaching up, she ran her fingers through her long red hair and paused with her hands behind her head. There, she waited, displayed for him, knees apart, and breasts pushed forward as if offering herself to his desires.

He stood, walked from his seat, stopping before her. A musky scent danced on the air. Reaching forward, he tucked a bill into the edge of her bra, his finger grazing her naked flesh. A shiver raced through her. A moan tickled her throat. The scent lingered after he returned to his seat.

A hideous sight eclipsed her view as Baseball Cap Guy stood inches away from her. His beer breath was vile. The leering look in his eyes made her stomach heave. He thrust his groin back and forth. "Wanna play?"

With you, creepazoid? Never. Not even if you were the last man alive. Flame jumped to her feet, grabbed the pole, and spun. When she slowed, she kicked hard and flung herself around again. Maybe getting dizzy would erase the disgust growing in her from being that close to Yankee fan. She tried to focus on him, but as she spun Baseball Cap Guy kept returning to her focus.

She wanted to think about the stranger. Visualize him. He didn't have a name. He'd never been in the club before. She knew most members by sight. Each had been given a nickname, usually based on their favourite t-shirt or ball cap. The new guy was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, but somehow that wasn't quite right. Hottie? No. Hollywood? No. Future Husband! Flame stifled a giggle.

The music ended. She glanced out at the audience, locked gazes with him, smiled, and then turned and scurried off the stage.

"Oh. My. God." She burst into the change room. "I've just found the man of my dreams. What a hell hole this is, and I've just found the man I'm going to marry."

 



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11 comments:

  1. LOL That's exactly how I imagine a stripper would think while she's performing. Great excerpt.

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  2. Great excerpt and I love the cover!

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  3. I agree with Kelley. You captured a performer's thought processes exactly. Especially the way she sums up the room while methodically going through her routine. Love the way you put her off balance as she responds to the hero despite her every rule against it. Great snippet, Daryl.

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  4. Whoa! I like her confidence about the stranger. But I see trouble ahead with Mr. Baseball Cap...

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  5. Those two men are polar opposites on the Dude Spectrum. I too think that Beer Breath Baseball Cap guy is going to cause trouble.
    ~Cie from Naughty Netherworld Press and Readers Roost~

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  6. Great excerpt. Can't wait to see Flame get her stranger!

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