It
has been a while since I joined in the Book Hooks hop. I’ve had a
lot of guests come by on Wednesdays So although Citadel of Women,
the second book in my Asian Adventures series, has been out for
several weeks now, I haven’t had the chance to feature it.
Today
I remedy that omission! I have an exclusive excerpt, not shared on
any other blog. Hope it hooks you!
Once
you’ve read my post, go visit some of the other
participants in the hop for more romance to get you hooked. You’ll find their links at the end of this
post.
One
more thing: I’m giving away a copy of Citadel of Women to one
person who leaves a comment. I hope you’ll take a minute to enter
the drawing.
Blurb
Passion
flares among the ruins
of an ancient empire
When
her lover severs their relationship just before a long-planned trip
to Angkor Wat, Doa stubbornly decides to travel alone. The marvelous
sights of the ancient Khmer empire do little to heal the rift in her
heart. Che, the mercurial young tour guide, senses her loneliness and
offers her comfort and passion. Their connection is far more than
physical – but how can two people from such different worlds share
a future?
The
Hook
I
woke alone. The room was dark. Someone was banging on the door. “Time
to get up. The bus leaves in half an hour.”
It
was Che. Memory flooded back. My cheeks burned, though there was no
one to see me. I listened, heard him move on to knock on the next
guest's door. Thank heavens.
How
could I face him, when I'd been such a slut? But I really did want to
see Angkor Wat at dawn. I hurried into the shower, aware that the
room reeked of sex.
What
was I thinking? I mused as the warm water washed the stickiness
from my thighs. Screwing our tour guide – a guy at least ten
years younger than me. How stupid of me to give in to my desire.
He
probably did this with every group, homing in on the woman traveling
alone. Carving another notch on his belt. Now I'd really have to give
him a good tip. Still, he hadn't seemed that sure of himself. It was
hard to believe it was just mercenary.
I
was the last one to the bus. Che waited outside the door. He offered
his hand to help me up the steps. I couldn't look at him.
“How
are you this morning, Ms. George?” I cringed, hearing the laughter
in his voice. I raised my head, indignant. Who was he to mock me?
He
was smiling, not the snide, superior grin I expected but a genuine
smile full of affection and concern. I couldn't help smiling back. “A
little groggy,” I replied. “But well. Very well.”
His
hand lingered on my arm longer than necessary. I still felt his touch
as I made my way to my seat.
Buy
Links
Barnes
and
Noble
–
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/citadel-of-women-lisabet-sarai/1127544089?ean=2940154632604
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7 comments:
Yasssss it sounds very delicious :)
Interesting segment. What will happen next?
I wanna know what happened before the hook!
Ooh, interesting setting!
Excellent hook. I liked passages with some subtlety, such as this one.
interesting so far
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What a poignant moment of insecurity and angst. Lovely!
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