An excerpt from my next book - if it only had a title #eroticromance
Yea - I'm still working on that title thing. But as it turns out the stand alone Book With No Name has turned into a trilogy - which of course they are called - Book With No Name 2 and Book With No name 3.
Scene set - Darien was partying at a private club. A triad hit squad killed everyone but him. Now he's on the run.
Excerpt -
©DarylDevore 2016
Darien dropped back onto his haunches and waited until the spasms in his stomach calmed. Footsteps from above reminded him of his mission. Get out. Alive. He stood, turned, slipped in the puddle of blood, steadied himself and exited the small office. Ahead, above the door, was a burned out Exit sign. He glanced around. No one. No one - alive. Placing his hand on the door, he pushed it open then stepped outside. As it clicked shut behind him, he pumped his fist in the air. He'd made it. He was safe.The cool night air washed over him. He inhaled the air of freedom and choked. The putrid odor from the dumpster next to the door ripped the breath from his lungs. Stumbling forward, he gasped as he trudged through the dark alley. He tripped over trash and a drunk's extended foot. The grungy man swore and threw an empty bottle at him. It missed and shattered on the pavement.Darien's eyes watered. The smell repulsed him. He couldn’t escape it. No matter how fast he moved. He glanced down. His hands, shirt and khakis were covered with every vile thing he'd just escaped from. His knees buckled and he tried to throw up anything that remained in his stomach. The spasms racked him. Nothing released.He rested on his hands, waiting until the spinning in his head slowed. He stood and lurched forward. Stepping out of the dimness of the alley into the neon-glare of the main street, he glanced right and left. A chic couple frowned and stepped around him, their noses wrinkled in disgust. The woman’s stiletto heels tapped a fast rhythm as they hurried away. He stepped to the edge of the sidewalk and flagged a cab. When it slowed, he reached for the handle. As he bent to slide in, the cabbie yelled something and sped off. Darien lost his balance and smashed onto the pavement. His head bounced. Stars flashed before his eyes.The blast of a car horn and the screech of tires made him snap his eyes open. He crawled back to the sidewalk and sat, leaning on a lamppost.The stupidity of the whole scene welled up in him. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or what. It was Songkran; the traditional Thai New Year festival. Brilliant yellow, green, and red banners and lanterns decorated the brightly lit streets of Bangkok. People danced and laughed as they walked along the sidewalks. Darien turned his head and shivered. There, fifty feet away, hidden in a private club, was death and terror. And what the hell was he doing in the middle of it?He braced his feet against the sidewalk and pushed, shimmying his back up the light standard. His cellphone pressed into his back hip. He ripped it out his pocket, slammed his index finger against the screen and scrolled down to his brother's name, Brian. Pressing the phone to his ear, he glanced around. Was anybody watching him? Double-checking no one was, he lowered his head and walked away from the club."Oh, you so have to be kidding." His brother's voice filled his head."Shut up! Shut the fuck up. I'm in trouble. I'm so screwed. Come and get me."A distant male voice floated through the cellphone.Darien frowned. "You got someone with you?""Yea.""Shit, get rid of him. You can fuck him later. I'm at … I was at the Dragon. Shit went down. I gotta get out of here." He had to fight to keep his voice controlled and not draw attention to himself. "Where are you?""On Sukhumvit. I think I'm heading east. I can see the sign for the Purple Peacock up the road a ways.""Okay. Stay in the Peacock's parking lot. I'll be there in—crap, it'll take me a good twenty or twenty-five minutes to get there." The cell went quiet.Darien gulped. Twenty minutes. Could he get to the parking lot, hide and not be discovered in what seemed like an eternity of time? And where could he hide? The way his night was going, if he hid under a car, it would drive over him. He chuckled. Could always stand in the middle of the lot with my hands over my eyes, playing ostrich.Police cars raced by, lights flashing, sirens blaring. Darien heaved a small sigh when they passed without noticing him."Hey, baby. Wanna have a good—" The bleached blonde streetwalker blinked and stumbled back, raising her hand to cover her nose.Great. Rejected by a hooker. This was supposed to be the start of my vacation. Not the end of my life.
What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions24 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup25 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1326 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets27 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday28 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday29 - Author Spotlight – Jenna Jaxon
Scene set - Darien was partying at a private club. A triad hit squad killed everyone but him. Now he's on the run.
Excerpt -
©DarylDevore 2016
Darien dropped back onto his haunches and waited until the spasms in his stomach calmed. Footsteps from above reminded him of his mission. Get out. Alive. He stood, turned, slipped in the puddle of blood, steadied himself and exited the small office. Ahead, above the door, was a burned out Exit sign. He glanced around. No one. No one - alive. Placing his hand on the door, he pushed it open then stepped outside. As it clicked shut behind him, he pumped his fist in the air. He'd made it. He was safe.The cool night air washed over him. He inhaled the air of freedom and choked. The putrid odor from the dumpster next to the door ripped the breath from his lungs. Stumbling forward, he gasped as he trudged through the dark alley. He tripped over trash and a drunk's extended foot. The grungy man swore and threw an empty bottle at him. It missed and shattered on the pavement.Darien's eyes watered. The smell repulsed him. He couldn’t escape it. No matter how fast he moved. He glanced down. His hands, shirt and khakis were covered with every vile thing he'd just escaped from. His knees buckled and he tried to throw up anything that remained in his stomach. The spasms racked him. Nothing released.He rested on his hands, waiting until the spinning in his head slowed. He stood and lurched forward. Stepping out of the dimness of the alley into the neon-glare of the main street, he glanced right and left. A chic couple frowned and stepped around him, their noses wrinkled in disgust. The woman’s stiletto heels tapped a fast rhythm as they hurried away. He stepped to the edge of the sidewalk and flagged a cab. When it slowed, he reached for the handle. As he bent to slide in, the cabbie yelled something and sped off. Darien lost his balance and smashed onto the pavement. His head bounced. Stars flashed before his eyes.The blast of a car horn and the screech of tires made him snap his eyes open. He crawled back to the sidewalk and sat, leaning on a lamppost.The stupidity of the whole scene welled up in him. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or what. It was Songkran; the traditional Thai New Year festival. Brilliant yellow, green, and red banners and lanterns decorated the brightly lit streets of Bangkok. People danced and laughed as they walked along the sidewalks. Darien turned his head and shivered. There, fifty feet away, hidden in a private club, was death and terror. And what the hell was he doing in the middle of it?He braced his feet against the sidewalk and pushed, shimmying his back up the light standard. His cellphone pressed into his back hip. He ripped it out his pocket, slammed his index finger against the screen and scrolled down to his brother's name, Brian. Pressing the phone to his ear, he glanced around. Was anybody watching him? Double-checking no one was, he lowered his head and walked away from the club."Oh, you so have to be kidding." His brother's voice filled his head."Shut up! Shut the fuck up. I'm in trouble. I'm so screwed. Come and get me."A distant male voice floated through the cellphone.Darien frowned. "You got someone with you?""Yea.""Shit, get rid of him. You can fuck him later. I'm at … I was at the Dragon. Shit went down. I gotta get out of here." He had to fight to keep his voice controlled and not draw attention to himself. "Where are you?""On Sukhumvit. I think I'm heading east. I can see the sign for the Purple Peacock up the road a ways.""Okay. Stay in the Peacock's parking lot. I'll be there in—crap, it'll take me a good twenty or twenty-five minutes to get there." The cell went quiet.Darien gulped. Twenty minutes. Could he get to the parking lot, hide and not be discovered in what seemed like an eternity of time? And where could he hide? The way his night was going, if he hid under a car, it would drive over him. He chuckled. Could always stand in the middle of the lot with my hands over my eyes, playing ostrich.Police cars raced by, lights flashing, sirens blaring. Darien heaved a small sigh when they passed without noticing him."Hey, baby. Wanna have a good—" The bleached blonde streetwalker blinked and stumbled back, raising her hand to cover her nose.Great. Rejected by a hooker. This was supposed to be the start of my vacation. Not the end of my life.
What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions24 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup25 – Thursday 13 #Thurs1326 – Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets27 – My Sexy Saturday #MySexySaturday28 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday29 - Author Spotlight – Jenna Jaxon
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