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So excited to be here on
Sheri Fredrick’s Friday Flames this week. 
I’ve brought along a sexy scene from
the newly released box set called Crashing Into Love
Six spectacular authors (Brenda Dyer, Jenna Jaxon, Deb Julienne, Melissa Keir,
Lisa Kumar, and D’Ann Lindun) and myself banded together to create 7 stories
based on love and survival. 
At first we tried to make all 7 stories center on one
airplane crash, but that proved impossible – too many very creative minds.
Once we settled on crashing our airplane wherever we wanted, then the fun
began.
I chose a small deserted
island in the Caribbean. It was winter up here in Canada when I wrote the
story, so the lure of the heat of the tropics made my choice of islands a
pleasure to write about.
Brace for Impact by Daryl Devoré. 
What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to
Caracas, Venezuela for rookie flight attendant, Lori, and sexy R.C.M.P.
officer, Guy Lapierre? But Fate had other intentions.
Excerpt
Guy pushed aside the
shredded curtain used as a door and stepped inside. For the first time in
hours, he wasn’t being drenched by water. He gazed into her hungry eyes and
knew he was about to be drowned in love.
He lowered her feet to
the floor then leaned forward, slipping a wet nipple between his lips. She
wrapped her arms around his head to pull him closer.
He released her bud, lifted his head,
grabbed her face and pressed his mouth against hers. Their tongues met and
writhed around each other’s mouth. He lowered his hands, reached for her
panties and peeled the wet fabric down her legs. He dropped them at her feet.
Paix stepped out of them, hooked her panties with a foot and flung them across
the tiny room. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she jumped and wrapped her
legs around his waist. Her crotch pressed against his swollen cock.
She squirmed against him. “I’m naked.
Why aren’t you?”
“Good question. Hold on tight.”
He held her with one hand and fought the wet denim. The shorts refused to
cooperate.
She tilted back her head and an earthy
chuckle erupted from her throat. Dropping her feet to the floor, she ran tiny
kisses down his chest. Gripping the waistband of his shorts, she slid them over
his hips, freeing his swollen cock. It bobbed outward. He groaned when she slid
her fingertips along his thick shaft. With a sharp tug, she dropped his shorts
to his ankles and sprang back up around his waist. Her hot sex glided across
the tip of his cock.
Lightning flashed illuminating the cabin.
Rain splashed through the glass-less windows.
Guy turned, shoved a small table out of the
way and pressed her up against the wall. Bracing her there, he slid one hand
between their hips and fondled her sex. She was hot and wet. “You are so
beautiful. All I could think of was you. I didn’t want to die because I needed
to get back to you. To discover this.” He slipped two fingers inside her.
She closed her eyes as a moan rumbled in
her throat.
Daryl Devore
lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt
water aquarium full of fish, a feral cat and some house ghosts. Her daughter is
grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet
country road, or snow shoe across the back acres and in the summer, kayak along
the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite.
She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flew 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.
Other Books
by Daryl Devore

A Kept Woman
Sexy Red
Hood
Black Dorn
Capri’s Fate

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