Blurb:
In search of inspiration and excitement, successful artist, Ziva Clarke,
takes a trip to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Her exhibitions in the UK have left her
exhausted, she’s had no fun in ages and her creativity is at below zero—the
exotic Far East could be just what she needs.
Charmer Sam Tempest is visiting Kuala Lumpur on business with his
father, but behind the impeccable suit and the wicked smile, he’s not a happy
man. Duty bound to join his family’s international business, Sam longs to
follow his true passion—to carve wood sculptures.
The two lonely souls meet by chance on a crowded street, and it turns
out they might not be the strangers they first thought. So begins a night of
confessions, shared dreams and hot sex.
Can one steamy night in Kuala Lumpur be the answer to both their dreams?
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Excerpt:
Squinting,
Ziva tried to see who’d spoken in a deep, smooth-as-silk British accent.
A
tall man stood before her and greeted her with an alluring, lopsided smile that
exuded confidence. Kind eyes crinkled at the corners.
His
broad shoulders were clad in a navy, tailored business suit. With his thick
hair, a rich, burnt umber colour, slicked back off his forehead, and an
angular, clean-shaven jaw, the guy could have stepped off the set of a TV
advert for men’s cologne. And his lips… oh boy, his lips. Full, well-defined,
and made for sinning.
Her
mouth dried. Kuala Lumpur grew more interesting by the second.
Elise
filled in for her temporary inability to speak. “No, we haven’t. My sister
failed to mention Pavilion or Lot 10. I’m afraid she doesn’t share my love for
shopping.”
Surprise
flashed across his face before his smile widened then hitched higher in one
corner. Yep, male model material. Just
my luck if he’s gay.
Elise
shifted from one foot to the other and adjusted her hold on her dozen or so
shopping bags. “Are the malls far?”
“No, not far. They’re near the Golden Triangle part of the city.”
“No, not far. They’re near the Golden Triangle part of the city.”
Ziva
stifled another groan. More malls, right near where they were staying.
The
guy tipped his head. “I’m Sam, by the way.” Sophisticated charm oozed from
every pore. “It’s lovely to meet two beautiful English roses so far from home.”
Although he spoke to both of them, he directed an intense gaze at Ziva.
Mischievous cobalt eyes sparkled in the bright sunlight then he winked at
her. Hmm, not gay then.
“Hi,
I’m Elise,” her sister said, sticking out her chest. “Nice to meet you, too.”
She shuffled her feet again. “My feet are roasting standing here.”
Ziva
glanced at Elise’s unsuitable choice of footwear as she stood on a drain cover.
“I’m not surprised your feet are hot. It’s ninety-five degrees and you’re
wearing high-heeled boots. I told you to wear your flat sandals.”
Elise
rolled her eyes. “Flat sandals do not go with this outfit,” she said
resignedly. “Kuala Lumpur is home to some of the best shopping malls in South
East Asia—who cares about a little discomfort?”
“So,
you were listening when I read out the tourist brochure and the amazing places
I’d like to visit.”
“No,
not really.” Elise gave an apologetic shrug. “I heard ‘shopping malls’ mostly.”
Sam
laughed. His attention never left Ziva. “And your name is…?”
The
crowd surged forward to cross the road. Someone jostled past Ziva, accidentally
knocking her elbow. Her tatty canvas handbag and her one and only shopping bag
dropped to the ground. She gasped as her new lingerie tumbled onto the dusty
pavement. “Oh, crap!”
Stooping
to her haunches, she then hastily stuffed lacy bras and matching thongs back
into the paper bag. Her blonde curls tumbled over her face, helping to hide
cheeks that burned hotter than the pavement. A serious contender for Miss Tiny
Tits UK, she’d been spoiled for choice when she’d seen that the malls in KL
catered for smaller women, so she’d treated herself to a few items of sexy
underwear. Not that she had an occasion to wear it, but still, the last thing
she needed was to have it displayed for all to see.
Sam
kneeled in front of her, picked up a black bra, and swung it on his finger.
“Here, I think you missed one.”
Head
still down, she reached for the bra, but he hooked his finger around the strap
and held it firm. She tugged. “Let go.”
“Not
until you tell me your name.” He tugged back, stretching the lace and elastic
across the distance between them. “And not until you look at me.”
Author
bio:
Abbey MacMunn writes contemporary, paranormal
and erotic romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK with her husband and their four
children. She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.
When she’s not writing, she likes to
watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science
fiction movies.
Contact
links:
Twitter @abbeymacmunn
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