Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Spotlight on Between Despair and Ecstasy by Daryl Devoré #BookHugs #hot #romance @daryldevore

Today my spotlight is on one of my favorite authors, Daryl Devore', and the third book in her rock star trilogy released on September 22nd. Between Despair and Ecstasy is  the finale of Erika and Darien's epic rollercoaster romance.  Preorder at  eXtasybooks




How can Erika prove to herself and Darien that she loves and trusts him? 
Simple. All she has to do is jump out of a plane.

Concerned for his fiancée, Erika Bailey’s safety, rock star Darien Scott races to Bangkok to protect her, only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worse, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club, The Pink Flamingo. Or so he thought. When a python and Gan are involved, things go sour, and Darien sinks into a deep depression.

Erika is disheartened by the betrayal of her parents. Her father's destruction of her club, and the humiliation of her mother’s drunken behavior have her feeling down, but those are the least of her worries. She has a wedding to plan, but won’t. Having been betrayed too often, she’s scared to trust Darien.

How can Erika prove to herself and Darien that she loves and trusts him? Simple. All she has to do is jump out of a plane.


Preorder at  - eXtasybooks

Excerpt – attach the one you prefer here. There is a G rated and a hotter one.



About the Author

Daryl Devoré lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She's touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.

Where to find Daryl Devoré

Now for an inspirational message from Daryl: Friendships are important. How do they start? CS Lewis knows

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself…"

Sunday, September 17, 2017

#newrelease Sun Storm (The Gathering Storm Book 1) Marlow Kelly #BookHugs #RomanticSuspense @want2write

Today I have my spotlight on Sun Storm (The Gathering Storm Book 1) by Marlow Kelly, an action-packed romantic suspense.


Can a cynical soldier and a naive scientist learn about love and trust in order to survive?

Available on Amazon

Blurb


Ex-Special Forces soldier, David Quinn, has had enough of danger and death. All he wants is to be left alone on his Montana acreage to pursue his dream of being a beekeeper. But when his old mentor convinces him to help retrieve a stolen solar panel, he thinks it will be a simple job. But the moment he sets eyes on Marie, he knows their assignment is all kinds of wrong.

Together, they escape. Chased by a businessman with unlimited resources, a gunman and a corrupt police force, they are thrust into the frozen Montana landscape. Can a cynical soldier and a naive scientist learn about love and trust in order to survive?


Excerpt:

A crack of splintering wood and the door crashed open. Marie jumped to her feet, her heart pounding. A scream lodged in her throat as four men burst in, filling the tiny space. She raced to the fireplace and grabbed the poker.
A handsome blond-haired man led the way. He was so good looking he could be an actor. He had a square jaw and wore a well-tailored leather jacket. Even his fair hair was perfectly trimmed. Two burly men followed, both with dark, short-cropped hair. They could be twins. Their thick bodies and the way they swung their arms reminded her of a pair of gorillas. They also had the same flattened nose and malicious, small, dark eyes. They moved to the back of the room near the sink. The last man had unkempt, long, sandy-colored hair. He wore a crumpled, hooded camouflage jacket and baggy gray pants. A long scar ran across one side of his face, starting at his ear and running through his beard, parting it with a jagged white line. He didn’t say a word. He simply nodded at the poker in her hand and shook his head, silently telling her to drop her weapon.
Sensing that any attempt to fight him would be futile, she let it fall to the ground. “You can take the money. I don’t have—”
“Shut up,” the handsome blond barked. A vein on his forehead bulged as he scowled.
Her heart hammered against her ribs. She prayed they would take what they wanted and leave.
Handsome stepped in front of her and placed the barrel of his handgun between her eyes. “Tell us where it is.”
“What are you doing?” The man with the scar strolled over and stood next to her. In her peripheral vision, she could make out his intense, pale, lifeless eyes.
He leaned close to her face so his warm breath touched her cheek. “This is all wrong.”
A small squeal emanated from her throat. He was too close. Too scary. Killer. The word rang through her mind. The scar, those dead eyes, and his demeanor gave the impression of a lethal, terrifying man.
“What do you mean? Our intel is good.” The vein on Handsome’s forehead throbbed to life.
With one finger, Killer nudged the pistol away from her head. “First, how can she tell us where it is when she’s too frightened to talk?”
Handsome shrugged, revealing a smile with perfect white teeth.
Marie released a huge breath. She needed to do something, but couldn’t focus, couldn’t form a coherent thought.
“Second,” Killer continued, “what do we really know about this situation?”
Handsome sneered. “You were in the army. You know how it is. We don’t make the decisions. We follow orders.”
“And what exactly are our orders?” Killer asked, his voice low and calm.
“We’re to retrieve what was stolen and eliminate the girl.”
There had to be a misunderstanding. She was a scientist, not someone who needed to be eliminated.

About Marlow

After being thrown out of England for refusing to drink tea, Marlow Kelly made her way to Canada where she found love, a home and a pug named Max. She also discovered her love of storytelling. Encouraged by her husband, children and let’s not forget Max, she started putting her ideas to paper. Her need to write about strong women in crisis drives her stories.
Marlow is an award-winning author, and a member of the Romance Writers of America.

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Marlow Kelly shares her inspiration for friendship:

Hugs are powerful. Receiving a hug can give you the strength to continue, but giving one will make you happy.


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Wednesday, September 13, 2017

#BookQW word is WORK. #TirgearrPublishing Deadly Alliance by Kathleen Rowland #RomanticSuspense

It's Wednesday and time for a lot of fun-- BookQW's word is work.  Here is a quote from Deadly Alliance followed by an excerpt when Amy is interviewing for a job.


“What happened to your last bookkeeper?”
“It’s confidential.” He furrowed his brow. “How is your work ethic?”
“If I don’t understand something, I ask. I work harder than the high-IQ people you might know. I try to like everyone, and I’m a team player.”
“In other words it’d take murder for you to hate someone.”
“Something like that,” she said.
He creased his brow. “I’ll meet your conditions if you meet mine. Before quitting, give me a month’s warning. You’re bringing your sportswear company back to life.”
“Fair enough,” she said, but his words, back to life, made her think the opposite. Lester’s open casket was a mistake.
“We’ve got a deal.”
Ignoring the constriction in her chest, she handed him the manila envelope. “This popped up like an evil Jack-in-a-box.”
Pushing a pile of papers off to a corner, he asked, “Photos?” Taking the envelope with both hands, he dumped the contents onto his massive desk.
“There’s just one photo, Lester’s, on a fake driver’s license.” She rose from her chair and pointed to it.
Finn grabbed the license and brought it close to his eyes. “Les’s photo carries the name of Edward Smithson. Les and I bought this man’s company, Edward Smithson Incorporated.”
“His, rather Les’s, California license with the hologram passes for genuine. Not that it makes you feel any better.” Seeing Finn stoop over it, she empathized with his anxiety. 
Deadly Alliance is book 1 of the Donahue Cousins series.



Friday, September 8, 2017

Hero or Sitting Duck? Or Both? #romance #novel #BDSM #Bookhugs @KryssieFortune

Today I have my spotlight on one of my favorite authors, Kryssie Fortune, who will share an inspiration with us:  “We don’t need a list of rights and wrongs, tables of dos and don’ts: we need books, time, and silence. Thou shalt not is soon forgotten, but Once upon a time lasts forever.” — Philip Pullman

Kryssie believes each friendship offers something totally unique — and irreplaceable. Each friendship ultimately makes us who we are.
We all know, a true friend is hard to find. So when you do find one, hang on tight! It also doesn't hurt to let your best friends know every now and then just how much they mean to you.



Let me tell you about my latest book release – Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier.
It’s Book 4 in my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge series, and like the previous three, it’s a
stand-alone HEA romance.

Blurb
Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She's shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he'll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he's clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.

Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.

Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?

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Excerpt PG – for an adult book

Inside the dump truck’s hopper, Kathryn screamed as the car sped toward them. “Farlaise. Straight ahead. We’re sitting ducks.”
Luke gritted his teeth and opened the throttle. The dump truck sped up. Solid, but not superfast, it trundled along the road. A brick outhouse came to mind as he headed directly for Farlaise’s car. This was one game of chicken Luke meant to win. Even if he took a bullet, he’d hold his course and keep Kathryn safe. “So, junior leaguer, how’s your pitching?”
She tried for a smile, but it turned into a grimace. “I had one of the team’s lowest earned run averages.”
Luke kept the throttle open wide. The chugging of the engine grew louder, but he’d told her the dump truck had a top speed of less than thirty miles an hour. The wind made it feel faster.
He took a deep breath and yelled, “Hooah. Balls-to-the-wall time. Our dump truck will pulverize their front end. When you’re near enough, lob one of your Molotov things in their direction. Anything to keep them off-balance since I might as well have a target on my chest sitting up here.”
She barely heard him over the engine noise. Adrenaline shot through her. She shivered with a mix of exhilaration, panic, and determination. Protecting Luke mattered more than her safety. Her fear level rose right along with her blood pressure. She could hear her heart race, but she’d keep the driver distracted. No way would she let Farlaise and his henchman hurt Luke.
Kathryn peered out the hopper. The henchman had his gun pointed directly at Luke. No way, buster.
More about Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie is never seen without her kindle. She reads everything and anything she can get her hands on. When she discovered hot, sexy reads, she felt like she’d found her home. The only books she hates are the ones that end with a cliff hanger or have unhappy endings.
Kryssie tries to set her stories in places she’s explored. Hopefully, it adds color to her writing. Anything can spark a story idea. Sometimes she takes liberties though. The North Yorkshire town of Whitby is one of her favorite places. To keep the details of her imaginary town, Westhorpe Ridge consistent, she mentally shunted Whitby over the Atlantic and renamed it Westhorpe Ridge.
When not writing, Kryssie loves to walk on the beach of home town, Bridlington, or potter in her garden. Popping down to London to see her family is her favorite thing to do.
Kryssie currently has thirteen books on general release along with a boxed e-book of the first three Westhorpe Ridge stories. All her stories are M/ F or M/M/F. All are edited by publishing houses in either the UK or the USA. While her stories sizzle with sex, plot comes before bed. Life’s always an adventure going on in Kryssie’s world.
Kryssie loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:
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Or you can email her direct on Kryssie.Fortune@aim.com

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

#Tirgearr #mystery When Time is a River #newrelease

Today my spotlight shines on today's brand new release, When Time Is a River by Susan Clayton Goldner.  This riveting suspense will keep your gripped until the end.


Here is a brief description:
On a bench at the edge of the Lithia Park playground, someone is stalking two-year- old Emily Michaelson as she plays with her eighteen-year old half-sister, Brandy. The child’s laughter curves through the sunlight, as if on wings. The stalker is more enamored than ever, but aware of Brandy’s vigilance with Emily, knows a kidnapping won’t be easy. Planning to gain Emily’s trust, the stalker gives her a necklace—little girls love pretty things. A few days later, Brandy and Emily arrive at the park for the Children's Health Fair. When the stalker sees them enter the public restroom, the opportunity is seized.

Not long after Emily's disappearance, Detective Radhauser finds her rainbow- colored sneakers in Ashland Creek, their laces tied together in double knots. Brandy’s father and stepmother blame Brandy for Emily’s disappearance. Radhauser feels sorry for her, but insists she stay out of the investigation. Brandy can’t do that. She is obsessed with finding out who took her little sister, and why. Will Emily be found in time? 
What Early Reviewers Are Saying

Kathy Elliot***** I received an advanced copy of Susan's Clayton-Goldner's "When Time is a River" for review. This review reflects my honest, unbiased opinion.
Another masterpiece has been created. Again, I could not put my laptop down, even carried it into the kitchen while cooking. Detective Radhauser is the man I want solving my case should I ever need a detective and Brandy is the daughter every mother wishes she had raised. The humaness of all of Susan's characters, I believe, is one of the many reasons I am intrigued by her books. And in today's very narcissistic political climate it's so refreshing to read about characters who actually care about others and the greater good of society.

A great mystery indeed, with an ending I could never have surmised. The emotions of each character during crisis seemed authentic and believable. A poignant characterization of schizophrenia and bi-polar disease allowed the reader to understand, without bias, the faulty thinking that occurs in mental illness. I am anxiously awaiting the third book in this series.

Linda Willer ***** I received an advanced reader's copy of this book directly from the author in exchange for an honest review. As with the last two books I read by Susan, I am always amazed at the writing and how something I would take 10 sentences to describe she can do in one and you have a clear picture in your mind of character, time, place and feelings. I love her work and I love this new series (hope it is more than just a trilogy!!!!!) Many have reviewed the plot, telling the story so I won't go over the plot again. I read a lot of series. The protagonist becomes a friend. You live their lives day by day with them. Sometimes, you'd rather not!!!! Sometimes, you just want to tell them, "to get over it." What was refreshing about the protagonist in this series is that we learned and felt his sadness and depression in Redemption Lake. It is now four years later and he is very happy. Bringing Detective Radhauser to a happy place was genius. Now the story really is about Emily and Brandy. It left room for a new hero, Band-aid!!!!!!

Debbie ***** Brandy is a very amazing young lady. When Emily disappeared, her whole life changed. What Emily does to find her baby sister will have you on the edge of your seat waiting to see what happens next. This book is so good you won't be able to stop reading it. The author did a wonderful job writing this story. I would give this book a higher rating than a five-star review if I could. I had the honor to review this book for the author for a honest review. The reaction to this book is my honest reaction to the story

Louise Pledge ***** I started reading this at bedtime and was so engrossed, I wanted to read the whole book in one sitting (er laying). However, I'd had a long day and kept falling asleep. I would, occasionally, throughout the night, force myself to wake up and read a few more pages. So, as soon as I woke up, I picked it back up and had to read until I was done. Yes, the story was THAT GOOD! An emotional story (aren't all missing children stories just that?) with a few surprises along the way. It wrapped itself up, nicely, and not "just all of a sudden" like so many things we read. You will adore the heroine, Brandy, and find yourself cheering her on. 

I was intrigued by the cover and found myself wondering what the title meant. It all ties together and makes so much sense, as you read. Highly recommended!

Excerpt – When Time Is A River

I sat on a concrete bench exactly twenty yards from the Lithia Park playground and waited for Emily. For thirty-two days, I’d studied her movements, followed her and Brandy, the teenager Emily called Band-Aid, trying to determine exactly how and when to execute my plan.  
As the sun made its low circuit across a crisp and cloudless sky, I felt grateful to be free again. To be in this place where the air smelled like earth and pine bark.
I opened my leather attaché case and removed my binoculars and The Sibley Guide to Birds. I set the book in a visible spot beside me on the bench, picked up my binoculars and scanned the clumps of rhododendron bushes where Emily liked to hide. She wasn’t there. Shifting the binoculars to the playground, I searched the line of children at the slides, the sandbox and finally found Emily on the merry-go-round.
Brandy ran in circles and sang as she pushed the laughing child. “The wheels on the bus go round and round…” Every time I saw her in the park, she was singing. Sometimes she came alone, brought a guitar and sat by the creek.
Small clouds of dust rose with the beat of her boots on the worn ring of dirt around the merry-go-round. Her long dark and curly hair was tamed on the top and sides by a hot pink cowboy hat and her skirt flowed behind her like a multi-colored banner as she ran. A half dozen silver bracelets made music when she moved her arm. She looked like a gypsy turned cowgirl.
I focused on her bandaged cheek, flinched and looked away. More than anything, I hated imperfection.
When she skidded to a stop and the dust settled, the merry-go-round slowed and my gaze riveted on Emily. As always, she clutched her worn Pooh bear in her lap. I adjusted the lens on my binoculars until Emily appeared close enough to count the grass clippings on the back of her neck. I imagined the toddler turning somersaults on the newly mown lawn—the legs of her red corduroy pants rising up over the plump soft flesh on her calves. I tried to steady my breathing. Alive with secrets and desires, I no longer cared what the dark-suited doctors said. They never understood my needs or my dreams. Why should I swallow their pills to escape them?
Emily rested her chin on the merry-go-round’s safety bar. With her legs dangling over the side, she looked like an illustration in the storybook, Snow White. A tiny flawless princess—so brightly lit from the inside that I imagined sunshine, rather than blood, filled her perfect veins. When the spinning finally stopped, she stood and jumped.
“Be careful,” I whispered as I set the binoculars aside.
Emily’s hair flew up, then fell back over her forehead—sunlight rippling through the red highlights in her dark curls. In midair she flashed a smile, then landed on her feet, giggling over her shoulder as Brandy chased her around the playground.
A flutter of panic rose in my throat. Brandy was so vigilant. But even careful people make mistakes.
Emily’s laughter soared through the air and the two of them passed so close to me I could have reached out and touched Emily. Then the toddler turned and ran back toward the merry-go-round. As she passed by the bench where I sat, she paused and waved at me.
Happiness swelled my chest. The dream of having this particular little girl pulsed through my veins like a mind-altering drug. It aroused every nerve in my body until even my fingertips throbbed with expectation.
Brandy scooped Emily up in her arms.
She was so pure and innocent. All I needed to do was gain her trust and the rest would be easy.
I pulled the necklace from my pants pocket and smiled as I studied the garnet heart set between two diamonds.
Little girls love pretty things.
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Susan Clayton-Goldner

 Susan Clayton-Goldner is a graduate of the University of Arizona's Creative Writing Program and has been writing most of her life. Her novels have been finalists for The Hemingway Award, the Heeken Foundation Fellowship, the Writers Foundation and the Publishing On-line Contest. Susan won the National Writers' Association Novel Award twice for unpublished novels and her poetry was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. A collection of her poems, A Question of Mortality was released in 2015. Her novel, A Bend In The Willow, released by Tirgearr Publishing in January, 2017k has nearly 100 reviews on Amazon, averaging 4.6 stars. Her second novel, Redemption Lake, was released in May, 2017 and is averaging 4.9 stars on Amazon.  Her newest release, When Time Is A River is available for preorder at half price and releases on September 6, 2017.

When she isn’t writing, Susan spends her time making stained-glass windows and quilts. She says those two activities are similar to writing—telling stories through glass and fabric. 

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Sunday, August 27, 2017

#Tirgearrpublishing #Erotic #Romance 99c/99p preorder! @abbeymacmunn

Today I have my spotlight on City Nights book #31 from Tirgearr Publishing.
Great news: One Night in Kuala Lumpur is available for pre-order at 0.99 on Amazon!
Did I mention Abbey MacMunn writes amazing stories?


You will find book links below, but before we get started, Abbey is sharing her inspiration with us. 

I’m often asked where I get the inspiration for my stories, but it’s a difficult question to answer because inspiration comes from so many places; a snippet of conversation, a dream, a character who demands to have their story told, but sometimes an idea will pop into my head when I least expect it.
The inspiration behind One Night in Kuala Lumpur was one such incident. I was doing an interview, one of my first for my debut paranormal romance, Touched. As you can imagine, I was very excited and had put my writing on hold while I focused on promoting my new book. During the interview, I was asked where I set my novels, and I suddenly realised I’d based everything I’d written so far around several areas in the UK, mainly where I live and where I’d been on holiday.
This got me thinking.
In my twenties, I’d been lucky enough to travel the globe, a time my husband and I refer to as B.C, before children, and had many fond memories of my travels, and so endless possibilities for new stories. 
I knew my publisher, Tirgearr, had a series called City Nights, a unique, erotic romance series with fellow Tirgearryens contributing stand-alone stories to the collection.
My time in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia immediately sprung to mind. Its vibrancy, its multicultural community, the diversity of its bustling, modern city, still steeped in history and traditions, all called to me and I knew I had to share some of my experiences there.
And before you start having dirty thoughts, I don’t mean experiences of the erotic kind! 😉
I’m talking about the amazing sights, sounds, and smells, and also the not so pleasant experiences. One thing I remember all too well was burning the soles of my feet on the burning hot pavement. Boy, it was so painful I couldn’t walk for days, but that experience went into my story!
The superb food, the shopping malls and the wonderful Central Market, where locals show their arts and crafts, were places that both fascinated me and left me awe-struck.
This began the idea for my character, Ziva Clarke. I made her a successful artist whose career came a price—she’d lost her inspiration. An impromptu trip to the Far East follows, as does meeting the sexy Sam Tempest, a troubled businessman who longs to follow his true passion—wood sculpting. With Malaysia’s soaring temperatures and high humidity, it’s not long before Ziva and Sam get hot and steamy in the city.



One Night in Kuala Lumpur
Abbey MacMunn



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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One Night in Kuala Lumpur @abbeymacmunn #EroticRomance #NewRelease
Can one steamy night in Kuala Lumpur be the answer to both their dreams?

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.”

Author bio:
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.