It’s Wednesday, which means it’s time for the MFRW Book Hooks blog hop. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from Bangkok Noir. Although this book is classified as erotic suspense, it actually includes an unlikely but totally heart-felt romance. If you’re looking for something intense and different, check it out.
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Dark desires flourish in the glittering City of Angels
Diana Fanning, aka the Professor, runs The Academy, the only genuine BDSM bar in Bangkok. She's the first person police colonel Apichat Weeranwongsakul consults when a bar girl turns up brutally murdered, tightly bound, with clamped nipples and every orifice stuffed with sex toys. The colonel figures the killer might be one of her customers. But he has his own secrets. He needs Diana to satisfy his shameful dreams of being beaten and abused.
Meanwhile, a mysterious American named Sam stalks Nok, the lovely natural dominant who is the Professor's star performer. Nok is used to being the one in charge. She can't understand why she craves the discipline Sam administers.
As more women are slaughtered, always in kinky circumstances, the Professor finds herself in an exclusive world catering to the perversions of Bangkok's wealthy and well-connected. Simultaneously looking for evidence and satisfying her own lusts, she doesn't realize until too late that the power she's used to wielding won't save her from becoming the serial murderer's next victim.
I devoured this story. Well written, perfectly paced and just the right amount of suspense and eroticism. When it was over, I wanted more. ~ D.C. McMillen, Amazon.
When the police colonel walked into my bar, I knew it was a bad sign. I was pretty sure that I was up-to-date on protection money. I knew the documents proving that all my girls were over eighteen were stowed in my safe, and I'd done a drug check only yesterday, but I couldn't help worrying.
Police Colonel Apichat wasn't a bad sort. He was always polite, both to me and to my girls, when he came by to pick up the monthly envelope of cash. Occasionally, he'd even accept my offer of a drink. He'd sit at the bar, nursing a Chang beer, hungry eyes surveying the dancers as though he wanted to devour them.
I'd send over two of my prettiest employees to try and cheer him up, but with all their teasing and flirting, he rarely smiled.
That night, though, he looked even more serious than usual. And he was not alone. Behind his wiry, dark-skinned frame I saw the crewcut bulk of his lieutenant, Narongchai. The girls called him Kwai, buffalo, though he reminded me more of a gorilla.
I hurried over to Apichat, and gave him respectful wai. "Colonel, this in an unexpected pleasure. Please come inside. Can I offer you and your companion a drink?"
"Thank you, Madame," he said in English. He always speaks English to me, even though he knows that I'm fluent in Thai. "We are on duty. In any case, we come to tell you the terrible news."
Terrible news? Was the government on another morality and social order campaign? "Yes? What news?"
"A girl from SuperVamp bar was killed last night. Choked to death in a hotel room."
A chill ran down my spine. SuperVamp is on the next soi. I know lots of girls who work there.
"What was her name?"
"Suwannee. Her nickname was Nee." It didn't ring a bell. The name was a common one.
I thought for a moment. "If the murder took place in a hotel room, it should be easy to find the killer. Just look at the registration records."
Colonel Apichat sighed. He was obviously very disturbed. "The victim registered by herself, and paid in cash. The desk clerk never saw her companion." Anger flared briefly in his flat brown eyes. "I don't understand why these girls are not more careful. We make the laws to protect them. They just ignore the laws."
I didn't bother to point out that this was the typical Thai attitude toward laws of any kind. Maybe it was a kind of Buddhist non-resistance, letting the laws flow around them without touching them.
Apichat put his hand to his brow as if he was in pain.
"So, how can we help you, Colonel?"
"Warn your girls. If they see anything that makes them suspicious, tell them to call '1771'. It's a special hotline number we have set up since the crime. Tell them to program it into their mobiles, and to always make sure their phones are nearby."
I nodded. "Of course. I'll talk to them right away." I knew the women who worked for me would pay far more attention to a warning from me than from the police. "Is there anything else?"
He looked troubled. "I think your girls need to be especially careful."
"Why is that?"
"The girl who was killed—well, there was evidence that she had been involved in some S&M activity." He obviously found it difficult to talk about this. "She was found tied to the bed, with plastic clothespins on her nipples, cigarette burns on her arms and legs, and vibrators inside her." The plural seemed to make him particularly uncomfortable.
He pulled himself together and looked me straight in the eye. "We understand your establishment tends to attract—that sort of people."
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