Book Hooks: Citadel of Women -- #MFRWHooks #Asia #giveaway

It has been a while since I joined in the Book Hooks hop. I’ve had a lot of guests come by on Wednesdays So although Citadel of Women, the second book in my Asian Adventures series, has been out for several weeks now, I haven’t had the chance to feature it.

Today I remedy that omission! I have an exclusive excerpt, not shared on any other blog. Hope it hooks you!

Once you’ve read my post, go visit some of the other participants in the hop for more romance to get you hooked. You’ll find their links at the end of this post.

One more thing: I’m giving away a copy of Citadel of Women to one person who leaves a comment. I hope you’ll take a minute to enter the drawing.

Blurb

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?

The Hook

I woke alone. The room was dark. Someone was banging on the door. “Time to get up. The bus leaves in half an hour.”

It was Che. Memory flooded back. My cheeks burned, though there was no one to see me. I listened, heard him move on to knock on the next guest's door. Thank heavens.

How could I face him, when I'd been such a slut? But I really did want to see Angkor Wat at dawn. I hurried into the shower, aware that the room reeked of sex.

What was I thinking? I mused as the warm water washed the stickiness from my thighs. Screwing our tour guide – a guy at least ten years younger than me. How stupid of me to give in to my desire.

He probably did this with every group, homing in on the woman traveling alone. Carving another notch on his belt. Now I'd really have to give him a good tip. Still, he hadn't seemed that sure of himself. It was hard to believe it was just mercenary.

I was the last one to the bus. Che waited outside the door. He offered his hand to help me up the steps. I couldn't look at him.

“How are you this morning, Ms. George?” I cringed, hearing the laughter in his voice. I raised my head, indignant. Who was he to mock me?

He was smiling, not the snide, superior grin I expected but a genuine smile full of affection and concern. I couldn't help smiling back. “A little groggy,” I replied. “But well. Very well.”

His hand lingered on my arm longer than necessary. I still felt his touch as I made my way to my seat.

Buy Links

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/Citadel-Women-Asian-Adventures-Book-ebook/dp/B077TVWGVV/

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Citadel-Women-Asian-Adventures-Book-ebook/dp/B077TVWGVV/

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/761487

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/citadel-of-women-lisabet-sarai/1127544089?ean=2940154632604

Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/citadel-of-women-asian-adventures-book-2

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36672227-citadel-of-women

Don't forget to leave a comment! You might win a copy! 

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Sizzling Sunday: Nasty Business (#BDSM #multicultural #SizzlingSunday)

Welcome back to another edition of Sizzling Sunday, when I share some of my most explicit and erotic excerpts. Today I’ve got one of my favorite scenes from my contemporary erotic romance Nasty Business.

Short Blurb

All's fair in lust and business. "Ruthless" Ruby Maxwell Chen, the deceptively feminine CEO of a huge British business empire, may have met her match in wily, charismatic American entrepreneur Rick Martell. Both are used to winning; neither has any qualms about using sexual wiles to smooth their paths to success.

Mulholland Drive turns out to be a narrow, torturously twisted road that runs along the crest of the mountains above Hollywood. Rick drives much faster than seems safe, yet once again he’s relaxed and in control. The MG careens around curves, hugging the pavement. My whole body hums with excitement. I can’t tell how much is sexual and how much born of our reckless velocity and the wildness of my hair whipping around my face. The wind is simultaneously a slap and a caress against my skin. I feel as though I am glowing. Totally alive.

My sex is humming, too, quivering, throbbing along with the engine of the car. Rick glances over at me. For the briefest instant, his eyes are pools of pure lust. Triumph and fear simultaneously seize me. He wants me. He’s dangerous. Then both emotions are submerged by the answering lust flooding through me.

“Take off your top,” he shouts at me above the wind. “I dare you.”

A silly notion, I think, but I want to do it. I want to feel the wind against my naked breasts. “Keep your eyes on the road,” I call back. I pull my blouse over my head and push it down in the space between the seat and the door so that it won’t blow away. Then I slip my bra straps off my shoulders and peel the cups away from my swollen nipples.

The air dances over my heated flesh, cool, provocative. “Go ahead, touch yourself,” Rick shouts. “You know you want to.”

He’s right, and suddenly I don’t care that he’s there, or what he thinks, I’ve got to pleasure myself. I grip my nipples between index and forefingers, squeezing until the sensation reaches the edge of pain. My cunt contracts as I release them, then contracts again at the exquisite tickling of their stiffness against my palms. The wind lashes my hair against my skin, sweet little stings that make me hunger for more intense sensation. My clit is so swollen that the slightest movement in the bucket seat sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

Rick is yelling something again, but the wind carries his words away. He makes a rude gesture, pantomimes raising my skirt. I’m already in the process, wriggling against the seat belt as I try to pull the fabric out from underneath my bum. Finally, I manage to free my thighs from the skirt’s constriction. Looking straight at my companion, I pull my soaked panties out of the way with one hand, and sink the other one deep inside my hungering pussy.

Oh, I love the look on his face, shock, astonishment, arousal, but the sensations welling up in me are too intense to bear open-eyed. I’m not delicate. I don’t tease myself, don’t play, don’t take myself gradually to the top. No ceremony, no technique. Desperate, I use both hands, working with single-minded fury to bring myself off.

I forget Martell. I forget where I am, racing along a dangerous road at a dangerous speed with a dangerous man. There is no reality but the fire, the electricity, the tension crackling in my cunt like lightning in a thunderhead. I tilt my pelvis, forcing my fingers deeper into my slippery depths. My thighs stick to the leather seats as I rock back and forth. In and out, faster, harder, more, more please just a little more…

The climax is sudden and unexpected. A shattering like glass, fragments ripping gloriously through my stretched flesh. Momentary blackness cloaks the setting sun. When I finally open my eyes, I find I’m slumped in the seat, skirt and bra tangled around my waist, still trembling.

It takes me a moment to realize that the car has stopped. Martell is watching me in fascination, like a cat stalking a bird. He grins when he realizes that I’m back among the conscious. “Wasn’t that fun?” he asks, with heavy irony. Torn and tired as I am, his voice still sets up stirrings in my sex.

I don’t answer. It doesn’t seem to matter. He comes around to my side and opens my door. “Get out of the car, Ruby.” We’ve pulled over into a parking area, a scenic lookout. The checkerboard miles of Los Angeles are spread out below us. Off in the distance, a fiery sunset paints the Pacific. He holds out his hand to steady me, and the touch is enough to send me back into a frenzy of desire.

“Lean against the railing,” he commands. I don’t seem to have any will to resist. “I want to admire the view.”

“You promised,” I protest weakly, as he pulls my sodden knickers down to my ankles.

“Well, you started it,” he replies. “Don’t move, now.”

He leaves me there, bent over the guard rail, my arse bared to the world. Why don’t I get up and cover my nakedness? Why don’t I scream, or run off down the road to find a ride? I don’t understand.

I admit to myself: I’m weak with lust. I want more, and he knows it. He’s using my own desire against me. A breeze tangles my hair in my eyes and trails caresses along the back of my thighs. Where is he? What is he doing?

I hear his footsteps crunching on the gravel, then his laugh. “Just as I suspected, Ruby; you always come prepared. Just look what I found in your handbag?” The sinking sun glints red on the silvery vibrator that he holds in front of my face.

Get your own copy of Nasty Business!

Amazon

https://www.amazon.com/Nasty-Business-Lisabet-Sarai-ebook/dp/B00SCC1E7G/

BN

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/nasty-business-lisabet-sarai/1113839670?ean=9781941984789

Fireborn Publishing

http://firebornpublishing.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_bookx_info&cPath=10_35&products_id=61