Daryl Devoré has bundled two of her hot romances into a duology. A hot twisted fairy and a hotter medieval romance combined in Capturing His Heart.
Dark Chocolate and Strawberries takes you on a hot romp on a Caribbean cruise. Esmerelda ‘Red’ Hood discovers her sweet granny is on a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it’s too late.
On board, she meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other – dark and sophisticated. Even with her grandmother’s words ringing in Red’s ears – Never trust a wolf in sheep’s clothing – Red has trouble choosing which man is the big bad wolf and which is her happily ever after.
Branwyn’s Love transports you back to medieval times. It is 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.
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Excerpt from Dark Chocolate and Strawberries — G- rated
A water droplet landed on Red’s cheek and startled her. She wiped it and opened her eyes. “Welcome back, sleepy head.” Chopper wiped his hand on his shorts and placed the glass of water on the table.
“Have I been out long?” She looked at her watch and wondered what time she’d fallen asleep.
“I’ve been here about five minutes.” Chopper jumped up. “Ok, now that you’re awake, I just have to tell you. This song popped into my head and it’s driving me crazy.”
Red dropped her tablet into her beach bag and waited for him to continue.
“It’s the Red Riding Hood song. I think Sam the Sham and the Prophets sang it. It’s like from like the mid-sixties.”
She shook her head. “Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs. And it took you long enough to get there. Most people start cracking jokes within minutes of hearing my name.”
“I wasn’t focused yesterday. But today, I’m Michael Jackson!” He stepped right and left and snapped his fingers.
“Little Red Riding Hood.
You sure are looking good.
You’re everything that a big, bad wolf could want.”
He spun around and posed, one arm at his crotch and flung the other up in the air. “Owooooooo!”
Trying to keep a straight face, Red asked, “You aren’t going to send in an application for that dance show thing, right?”
“What, you don’t like my dancin’?” He shook his knees in and out and flapped his arms like a chicken, then made two-handed stirring motions, like he was in front of a large cauldron. “Why are you laughing? I’m just getting started.” He leaned forward and jerked up his right hand. “It’s called the lawn mower. But, if you do it this way…” He straightened and repeated the pulling motion. “Then it’s the chainsaw. Oh. Oh. And now for the big finale. The Moonwalk.”
He slid his right foot back and popped his left heel, then slid that foot back. Red had to admit he did a good version of Michael’s famous move – until he backed into the waiter and knocked a tray of drinks onto the passengers seated near her.