5 Fact Thursday - Two Hearts, One Love by @DarylDevore #romance #boxset #dragqueen
Five Facts about Daryl Devore’s Two Hearts ~ One Love
#1 – It was released 2 days ago. This is the compilation of the three single novels put in one handy – buy-one-get-three box set.
#2 – My writing the book was a total surprise to me. I was on vacation; grabbed my laptop and wrote 3 chapters of a book I had no idea I was going to write and those 3 chapters turned into a trilogy.
#3 – I thought I had “created” the name Darien for my hero. At first, he was going to be called Damien, but that quickly changed. Then, driving south through Georgia, we passed a road sign stating the exit ramp for Darien.
#4 – My favourite character in the book is Sandee, one of the drag queens. Sandee is the type of person everyone wants for a friend. He is especially known for cupcakes and sprinkles – because as everyone knows and Sandee is sure to tell you - Sprinkles will get a man every time. I outta know, I'm awesome with sprinkles.
#5 – This is the first time I have written a character that I disliked. The villain is a Triad security chief – Gan. I made him snake-like and he adores pythons. I dislike snakes – to the point of disliking even typing the word “snakes”.
When a drag queen club manager's crazy world collides with a rock star's chaotic life, is there a chance their relationship can survive?
Erika Bailey, owner/manager of The Pink Flamingo, a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her life, except for her lack of a love life.
Darien Scott, a Grammy award-winning, international superstar, wants nothing more than to wake up in the arms of the woman he loves. Too bad contractual obligations force him to shoot hot videos with some of Hollywood's sexiest stars.
Yet, Erika and Darien found a way to each other’s arms.
But between suspecting her father ordered the torching of her club, and her mother’s humiliating drunken behaviour, Erika’s trust in those she loves is crushed. With all her parents put her through, how can she trust Darien?
Concerned for Erika’s safety, Darien races to Bangkok to protect her only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worst, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club. Or so he thinks. Because when Gan is involved, things always go sour. This time is no different, and Darien sinks into a deep depression.
Is Erika’s love enough to pull him back and into her arms forever?
Daryl Devore’s hot rock star romance trilogy – Two Hearts ~ One Love - follows Erika and Darien’s crazy, suspense-filled, passionate adventure through Bangkok, Paris, Rio de Janeiro, a hurricane, a reticulated python, a famous drag queen revue, and a tandem skydive.
Bonus – exclusive to the box set – a special 2-part interview with Darien Scott.
Erik leaned on the balcony railing and stared down at the crowd of patrons partying in her club. They were laughing, and buying over-priced and watered-down booze, just the way it was supposed to be. The strobe lights bounced off the glitter and tinsel, adding blinding sparkles to the atmosphere. Overhead, four massive disco balls turned, spitting out flashes of light, randomly illuminating either patrons or the leopard print wallpapered walls. And best of all, Bangkok was half a world away from home, which couldn't be more perfect.
She'd made it through her second year. She hadn't expected to jump straight into an owner/managerial position, but the opening was there, and she grabbed it. The learning curve had been steep at first, although she now felt like she had her feet on the floor and her head squarely on her shoulders. Life wasn't perfect, but it was good. She took a deep breath and enjoyed a sense of calmness.
"Hey, Boss Lady."
She shifted to look at Sebastian, her stage manager. His chest muscles bulged under his white t-shirt, the rips in his jeans hinted at strong thighs, and the ever-present headset rested on his scruffy brown hair. He sat on one hip and flipped a hand to point behind him. "It's just cray back there. Shangri-Lay's havin' a hissy fit."
Stifling the urge to pound her forehead on the brass railing, Erik asked, "What's the little diva's issue this time?"
"Well, she's screamin' somethin' 'bout Ra-chell took her pink scarf and the new eye shadow that matches it. Ra-chell says she didn't. She bought 'em this afternoon when she was out shoppin'. You know Ra-chell 'n shoppin'. She gets a paycheck and it's gone. But no way Shangri-Lay's gonna believe her. She's threatenin' to rip out her hair extensions."
Erik placed her palms on the cool railing and pushed upright. "Lead on."
She followed the harassed stage manager through the club, the pounding bass drowning out anything more he might have said to her. In the evening gown laden, makeup strewn topsy-turviness of the dressing room chaos ruled. Two partially dressed people rolled on the floor, entangled in each other's arms and legs, with fingers gripping hair and voices screeching. The other performers stood by and watched, cheering their favourite.
Erik grabbed a nearby glass, tossed the contents in the sink and filled it with cold water. She pushed her way through the crowd and flung the contents on the fighters.
"Ah! My makeup."
"Excuse me?" Erik lifted an eyebrow.
"Oh, crap. Get off me. You brute. You bitchy brute." The fighter on the bottom struggled to get free. The peacock blue eye shadow seemed to glow against his dark skin.
"And you love it." Grinning, the lighter-skinned male with the corkscrew curl wig grinned pointed at the other's swollen bulge in his robe.
She stifled an eye roll. "You queens are so going to be the death of me."
Sandee, dressed in a Cabaret showgirl costume, leaned closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "You know we love you, Erika honey. You're one of us. Just one of the gals."
Erik shook her head. "You all do dresses and makeup a thousand times better than me and…" She flung her empty hand in the air. "I'm the only one with two X chromosomes." She glanced at her watch. "Show's in ten. Let's get a move on. Ra-chell. Shangri-Lay. You two good?"
Ra-chell lifted her index finger and spoke as she turned toward the makeup mirror, "Girl, I am always good. Good is my middle name. I am the definition of good."
About Daryl Devore
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and
strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. She has several published books available on Amazon in ebook or print, and available at other book retailers via Books2Read.