Blurb
In
search of inspiration and excitement, successful artist, Ziva Clarke,
takes a trip to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Her exhibitions in the UK
have left her exhausted, she’s had no fun in ages and her
creativity is at below zero—the exotic Far East could be just what
she needs.
Charmer
Sam Tempest is visiting Kuala Lumpur on business with his father, but
behind the impeccable suit and the wicked smile, he’s not a happy
man. Duty bound to join his family’s international business, Sam
longs to follow his true passion—to carve wood sculptures.
The
two lonely souls meet by chance on a crowded street, and when it
turns out they might not be the strangers they first thought, so
begins a night of confessions, shared dreams and hot sex.
Can
one steamy night in Kuala Lumpur be the answer to both their dreams?
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Excerpt
Squinting,
Ziva tried to see who’d spoken in a deep, smooth-as-silk British
accent.
A
tall man stood before her and greeted her with an alluring, lopsided
smile that exuded confidence. Kind eyes crinkled at the corners.
His
broad shoulders were clad in a navy, tailored business suit. With his
thick hair, a rich, burnt umber colour, slicked back off his
forehead, and an angular, clean-shaven jaw, the guy could have
stepped off the set of a TV advert for men’s cologne. And his lips…
oh boy, his lips. Full, well-defined, and made for sinning.
Her
mouth dried. Kuala Lumpur grew more interesting by the second.
Elise
filled in for her temporary inability to speak. “No, we haven’t.
My sister failed to mention Pavilion or Lot 10. I’m afraid she
doesn’t share my love for shopping.”
Surprise
flashed across his face before his smile widened then hitched higher
in one corner. Yep, male model material. Just my luck if he’s
gay.
Elise
shifted from one foot to the other and adjusted her hold on her dozen
or so shopping bags. “Are the malls far?”
“No,
not far. They’re near the Golden Triangle part of the city.”
Ziva
stifled another groan. More malls, right near where they were
staying.
The
guy tipped his head. “I’m Sam, by the way.” Sophisticated charm
oozed from every pore. “It’s lovely to meet two beautiful English
roses so far from home.” Although he spoke to both of them, he
directed an intense gaze at Ziva. Mischievous cobalt eyes sparkled in
the bright sunlight then he winked at her. Hmm, not gay then.
“Hi,
I’m Elise,” her sister said, sticking out her chest. “Nice to
meet you, too.” She shuffled her feet again. “My feet are
roasting standing here.”
Ziva
glanced at Elise’s unsuitable choice of footwear as she stood on a
drain cover. “I’m not surprised your feet are hot. It’s
ninety-five degrees and you’re wearing high-heeled boots. I told
you to wear your flat sandals.”
Elise
rolled her eyes. “Flat sandals do not go with this outfit,” she
said resignedly. “Kuala Lumpur is home to some of the best shopping
malls in South East Asia—who cares about a little discomfort?”
“So,
you were listening when I read out the tourist brochure and the
amazing places I’d like to visit.”
“No,
not really.” Elise gave an apologetic shrug. “I heard ‘shopping
malls’ mostly.”
Sam
laughed. His attention never left Ziva. “And your name is…?”
The
crowd surged forward to cross the road. Someone jostled past Ziva,
accidentally knocking her elbow. Her tatty canvas handbag and her one
and only shopping bag dropped to the ground. She gasped as her new
lingerie tumbled onto the dusty pavement. “Oh, crap!”
Stooping
to her haunches, she then hastily stuffed lacy bras and matching
thongs back into the paper bag. Her blonde curls tumbled over her
face, helping to hide cheeks that burned hotter than the pavement. A
serious contender for Miss Tiny Tits UK, she’d been spoiled for
choice when she’d seen that the malls in KL catered for smaller
women, so she’d treated herself to a few items of sexy underwear.
Not that she had an occasion to wear it, but still, the last thing
she needed was to have it displayed for all to see.
Sam
kneeled in front of her, picked up a black bra, and swung it on his
finger. “Here, I think you missed one.”
Head
still down, she reached for the bra, but he hooked his finger around
the strap and held it firm. She tugged. “Let go.”
“Not
until you tell me your name.” He tugged back, stretching the lace
and elastic across the distance between them. “And not until you
look at me.”
About
the Author
Abbey
MacMunn writes contemporary, paranormal and erotic romance. She lives
in Hampshire, UK with her husband and their four children. She is a
proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.
When
she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows –
anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.
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