I
just published the latest installment in my Asian Adventures series.
Lust in
Dalat
is a
lesbian/transgender tale set in gorgeous Dalat, Vietnam – one of
the most lovely places I’ve been in all my travels.
Get
your copy today! Only $1.99! (Links at the end of the post.)
By
the way, if you leave a comment, I will enter you in a drawing to win
a copy of Asian Adventures Book 1, Singapore
Fling.
Blurb
Lust
can be a revelation.
The
woman in the window seat to my right had more flesh than I’d
usually find attractive, and most of it was on display. But she
wasn’t trying to tease. Every
detail—the silver hoops in her earlobes, the teakwood clasp in her
hair, the anklet decorating her high-arched foot—broadcast
confidence and a healthy disdain for anyone else’s opinion. A woman
alone, on a public conveyance, in a foreign country, Helen
nevertheless looked thoroughly at home.
And
me? Traveling outside of the U.S. for the first time in my life, I
was nervous, inexperienced, awkward and excited. Especially excited.
With Helen in the next seat, who wouldn’t be?
Excerpt
She
was practically naked.
I
tried not to stare as I clambered barefoot onto the bus that would
take us from the steamy, crowded streets of Saigon to the Dalat
highlands. My sandals stuffed into a plastic bag provided by the
management, I peered at my ticket and tried to locate the
corresponding seat. Well, “seat” wasn’t exactly the appropriate
word. Three double-tiered racks of padded, bed-like recliners ran
from the front to the back, one on each side of the bus and one down
the middle, with narrow aisles between them. This was a “sleeping
bus”, designed for the twelve to twenty hour overnight trips common
in Vietnam.
“A
or B?”
“What?”
She was obviously talking to me. I had to look at her.
The
woman in the window seat to my right had more flesh than I’d
usually find attractive, and most of it was on display. Her light,
floral-patterned sundress had spaghetti straps, one of which had
slipped down over her smooth shoulder. Her massive breasts shifted
underneath, every time she moved. The short hem rode up to expose her
big but surprisingly firm thighs. She was fair-haired with a
peaches-and-cream complexion—her accent suggested she was a Brit.
The dress was thin enough, though, that I could make out darker
patches surrounding her nipples.
“Your
seat number.” She gestured at the ticket dangling from my fingers.
Her lush tits swayed. “A is down here; B is on the upper level.”
“Oh—um—A.
12 A.” Geez. Working on my PhD and I couldn’t manage a coherent
sentence.
“That’s
right here, next to me.” She flashed me an easy smile, pointing to
the middle row. “A pity, you won’t have as good a view. Of
course, if you have any tendency toward motion sickness, the middle
is better.”
The
other strap flopped down her arm. Idly, she pushed it back into
place. “I’m Helen,” she said, sitting up a bit, so that her
breasts bounced. She offered her hand—short fingernails, clear
lacquer, a silver ring on the thumb.
Her
skin was as soft as it looked. “Geri,” I replied, struggling to
ignore the accelerating pulse between my legs.
Buy
Links
Barnes
and
Noble
–
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lust-in-dalat-lisabet-sarai/1135979089?ean=2940163435197
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4 comments:
Congratulations on your latest release
nice excerpt
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Congrats on your latest book. Good luck with it.
I love your writing style and your imagination! Good luck with the book! I see 15 reprints in the years to come :) bob.haring.jr@gmail.com
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