What Happens in Bangkok by Daryl Devore
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?
Eggcerpt
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 a
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 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 favorite.
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."
"You bitch!"
"Excuse me?" Erik lifted an eyebrow.
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Bio
Daryl
Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, with her husband, a black cat
named Licorice and some house ghosts. Daryl loves to take long walks up her
country road, or snowshoe across the back acres or kayak along the St. Lawrence
River. Yoga is her non-writing passion. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth
and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over
Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace.
Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.
Where can fans find you?
Twitter - http://twitter.com/daryldevore
GoodReads Author Page - http://www.goodreads.com/DarylDevore
Thanks for sharing,
Tina
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