I’ve been really busy promoting TheGazillionaire and the Virgin, but actually I have another release I should be flogging (so to speak!) The new, expanded edition of Raw Silk is available now for early download from Totally Bound. It will go live on Amazon and other sites on March 1st.
So I thought I should treat you to a brand new excerpt from that opus. In case you’re a newcomer to my work, here’s the blurb:
In a foreign land, a woman discovers exotic new realms of the senses…When software engineer Kate O’Neill leaves her lover David to take a job in Thailand, she becomes sexually involved with two very different men—a handsome and debauched member of the Thai aristocracy, and the charismatic proprietor of a sex bar.Each touches her in a different way, each teaches her different things about her body and her heart.Then David comes to Bangkok, and Kate realizes that, finally, she must choose one of the three men who all desire her.
The scene below is the beginning of the chapter “Showdown”, in which each of Kate’s lovers tries to convince her that he’s the man she should choose!
When you’re done here, by the way, hop back to Victoria’s for links to more sexy Sunday kisses.
The suite was spacious, lavish, gorgeously appointed with rare textiles and antiques. Plush oriental carpets soothed her feet. Couches of carved teak, brocade upholstered, invited her to recline. On a low table in the center of the room, someone had provided a porcelain vase of orchids, an assortment of succulent-looking fruit, several bottles of wine, crystal goblets and a corkscrew. Kate sipped her chilled Pinot Grigio as she contemplated the twists that had brought her to this point in her life.
She had always viewed herself as sober, responsible, practical, someone who considered the alternatives and weighed the consequences before making any decision. Yet she had come to Bangkok, half a world from home, essentially on a whim, veering wildly off the course she had plotted for her life. She had allowed herself to be seduced, used, abused, fingered, fondled, and fucked. She had plunged willingly into a sea of debauchery and depravity.
She did not regret it, any of it. As dusk settled over the City of Angels, she knew finally that the controlled, pragmatic, sensible self she recalled was just a mask. She had found her true self here, in the embraces and the bonds of those who had possessed her.
And now, the final act in this passion play was about to start. Kate refilled her glass and drank deep, trying to relax.
There was a soft knock. “Come in,” she said without rising from the couch. Somtow had the key, and he had promised that they would all arrive together, to avoid any awkwardness. The door swung open soundlessly. Her three lovers filed in.
David came first, a spring in his step and a twinkle in his eye, a remarkable contrast to the weary, rumpled young man she had met at the airport only a few days before. He wore blue jeans and a shirt of multicolored batik that set off his rich brown hair and tan skin. Before she could stop him, he knelt beside her and took her in his arms, his tongue probing her mouth, his hands wandering over her breasts.
“David!” she said, laughing despite herself as she pushed him away. “That’s not fair. We’re supposed to draw lots.”
“I can’t help myself,” he said, grinning. “After all, it has been ages since I’ve seen you.”
Somtow entered next, elegant in a teal silk shirt and linen trousers. He too knelt beside her, opposite David. He took her hand and kissed it gracefully. Then, just as she was admiring his gallantry, he took her middle finger into his mouth and began to suck it. He ran his tongue in the sensitive groove between her fingers. The warm, wet touch sent electric sparks through her.
“Somtow, you have no excuse,” she said. “Play by the rules.”
Finally, Gregory entered, and stood towering over them all. Kate was interested to see that, in contrast to his usual dark garb, he had dressed all in white. His clothing looked vaguely nautical, a softly flowing shirt open at the neck and tight pants of white duck. His jet hair was pulled back from his broad forehead and a silver hoop gleamed in his earlobe. He reminded Kate of some eighteenth century pirate. His expression fit the role. With his eyes blazing and his sensual lips pressed together, he look fierce, desperate, dangerous.
His voice, however, was as melodious and controlled as ever. “Good evening, my little Kate,” he said. He held out his hand to her, and she could not help rising to take it. Heat traveled from his fevered skin, up her arm, through her nipples, down to her sex. He didn’t make any further advances. For a long moment they simply stood together, as the flames flickered through her body.
Somtow spoke, finally, breaking the spell. “So, here we are, Katherine, at your service, yours to command.”