Today
is the second Sunday in February. That makes it Charity Sunday. Once
a month, I highlight a worthy cause on my blog. For each comment I
receive, I donate one dollar to my chosen cause.
As it
happens, today I’m also celebrating the release of the fourth book
in my Asian Adventures series, Butterfly. I’ve
included the blurb and an exclusive excerpt in this post. In addition
to donating for each comment today, I’ll also enter you into a
drawing for your choice of Asian Adventures Book 1, 2 or 3. (If you
want to be considered for the drawing, be sure to include your email
address in your comment.)
Back to
today’s charity. This month I’ve chosen to support the Canadian
National Institute for the Blind (CNIB). CNIB works with
individuals who are blind or partially sighted to help them gain the
confidence, skills and opportunities to fully participate in life.
CNIB also disseminates educational material about visual impairment,
to assist people who might be at risk of losing their sight.
You
might be wondering why I’ve chosen CNIB (aside from the fact that I
strongly approve of their mission). After all, I’m not a Canadian
(though I’ve been occasionally been mistaken for one). I was moved
to dedicate this month’s donations to CNIB by this
post by my friend Giselle Renarde. Giselle is
Canadian. CNIB has been a lifeline for her beloved eighty six year
old grandmother, who suffers from macular degeneration. In fact,
Giselle is donating the proceeds from her most recent book to CNIB
(though the book is free until Valentine’s Day).
Anyway,
I hope you’ll check out Giselle’s post and her book. Please take a minute or two to leave a comment here, to push up the total of my donations.
And if you want to be included in my free book giveaway, don’t
forget to add your email.
Finally
– here’s a bit from my latest Asian Adventure.
Blurb
Love
never lies.
My job
makes it hard to have a real relationship. I never know where my next
project will be, but I can bet that it won’t be in America’s
heartland. So I read a lot, and seek my own five-fingered
companionship. Busy with my construction gig in the Thai northeast, I
didn’t think I needed what Bangkok had to offer.
Then
Lek stepped onto the stage at the Butterfly Bar and began to dance. I
fell for her during the first five minutes of her set. The weekend we
spent together was pure heaven. How could I know our love would drag
me through hell?
Excerpt
She was
a natural dancer. Her fluid gestures held me transfixed. She grasped
one of the poles leading from the bar to the ceiling and arched
backward until her hair brushed the floor. Waves flowed through her,
sweet undulations that began in her pelvis and shimmered up her
spine. By comparison, the other girls appeared clumsy and coarse. She
was not trying to entice, it seemed. She was lost in the music. Yet
there was something supremely sexy about her performance. I found
myself hardening as I gazed at her, turned on for the first time
since entering this den of flesh.
As if
she felt my gaze, she released the pole, turned and looked in my
direction. Her red-painted lips curved in a smile of invitation. Her
eyes locked to mine, she unhooked her bikini top and let it slide off
her shoulders, revealing sweet, small, firm-looking breasts, capped
with almond-hued nipples that surely were erect. She brushed her
palms over them, closing her eyes as if savoring the sensation. My
penis throbbed uncomfortably in my jeans.
The
song changed to something more upbeat. She shook her hips, did the
same bumps and grinds as the other dancers, but the effect was
totally different. She was listening to some inner voice. Every now
and again her eyes would meet mine, and that luscious smile would
light her face. I found myself holding my breath, willing her to turn
again in my direction.
Finally,
her set ended. She slipped away into the crowd before I could call to
her. I felt a sense of loss totally out of proportion to the
situation. Then, suddenly, she was beside me. I discovered that I was
blushing.
“Hello,”
she said, her smile even more intoxicating close up. “You like me?
You like my dancing?”
“I
certainly do.”
“You
buy me drink?”
“Of
course.” She waved over another bargirl. “Saengsom coke,” she
ordered. “And you, mister, you want one more beer?”
“Sure,
why not?” I looked over at Charlie, hoping for some guidance. He
had one girl in his lap, and another whispering in his ear. All three
of them were giggling. Charlie caught my somewhat desperate glance
and shrugged.
“Go
for it,” he said. “We are. Come on, girls!” He stuffed two
thousand baht notes in the bamboo tube holding our bill, then
headed for the door, one girl on each arm. “Have a great time,
Pat,” he called over his shoulder. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
Damn him, leaving me alone like that!
Buy
Links
Barnes
and Noble
–
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/butterfly-lisabet-sarai/1127922517?ean=2940155120964
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