Once
again, it’s the last Sunday of the month. Here at Beyond Romance
that means it's Charity Sunday.
My
charity for this month is a no-brainer. Given the outrageous attempts
over the last few weeks to outlaw abortion, of course I’m going to
send
this month’s donation to Planned
Parenthood. PPA
has been working to provide reproductive health care and
scientifically sound health information to women (and men) in the US
for more than 100 years.
In
fact, even if you are morally opposed to abortion, you should still
support PPA. The organization works hard to prevent abortions,
by helping women plan their pregnancies. PPA also provides testing,
counseling and treatment for sexually transmitted diseases including
HIV, which can threaten not only a mother but her unborn child.
Check out the long list of services PPA offers and I'm sure you'll agree they're a worthy cause.
Anyway
– you probably know how this works by now. I’ll give you a sexy
excerpt to thank you for participating. Leave me a comment; for every
comment I receive, I’ll donate one dollar to my chosen
charity.
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?
I’ll
give away a free copy of this book to one person who leaves a
comment. So be sure to include your email address!
Excerpt
A
soft knocking at the door jolted me back to reality. I clutched at
the sheet, my heart slamming against my ribs. Maybe whoever it was
would go away. The knock came again, more insistent.
“Doa?
Are you awake?”
I
didn't have to answer it. If I didn't answer, he'd have to leave.
Wouldn't he? But was that what I wanted?
I
grabbed the batik sarong I'd bought in Bangkok, wrapped it around my
body and tied it over my breasts. Liquid trickled down the inside of
my thighs as I padded to the door. Musk hovered in the sticky air.
I
opened the door. Che stood there, barefoot, clad in a T-shirt and
boxer shorts. His hair was tousled. His eyes burned.
“I
couldn't sleep,” he murmured. He stepped into the room. I closed
the door behind him.
His
arms snaked around me, pulling me to his chest. He was stronger than
he looked. He nuzzled my neck, licked his way up to my ear lobe and
flicked at it with his tongue. A bolt of pleasure shot through me,
targeting my pussy. He silenced my moan with his mouth, capturing
mine in a wet kiss. I tasted the beer we'd drunk, the chilies he'd
eaten.
I
let my arms clasp his slender body to my riper one, accepting what he
offered. My rational self warned I'd regret this. When I grasped his
rigid cock through the well-worn shorts, his groan drowned out the
voice of caution.
As
I stroked his hardness, he unknotted my sarong. His hands sought the
weight of my breasts. He cradled them, kneading my ripe flesh and
tracing voluptuous circles around my nipples. Warm honey flowed
through my limbs. I pulled the threadbare boxers down over his lean
hips so I could sample his nakedness. A musky funk rose from his
privates. His cock was long like his fingers, slender and graceful as
the rest of him, and harder than the stones of the ancient city.
Wrapped in skin as soft and delicate as a baby's, it pulsed in my
hand, alive with need.
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