Transcending Fire (New World Bikers #1) by Casey Moss (@CRMoss)

by | Sep 11, 2017 | | 1 Comment

Hello! It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a release, and now I can say all that’s changed. A big thank you to my host for allowing me to visit today and share my story Transcending Fire. This erotic, futuristic, dystopian story based around different motorcycle gangs has had quite a journey to get to this point. Perhaps one day I’ll share the two-plus-year jaunt this story went through to find a home. Luckily, it finally has. Even with all the trials it went through, I still love this story. It’s one of my favorites that I’ve written, and one that I didn’t get tired of during the editing process either. Yay!

A man dealing with an Earth in chaos. A woman from an alternate universe hoping to find her destiny. Two motorcycle gangs and a real bad ass who wants to ruin everything. What’s not to like?

*****

Transcending FireBlurb

Hunter Macario wants one thing—a place to belong. When given an opportunity to solidify his position in the motorcycle club, Devil’s Thunder, he takes it.

Dragon’s Clan member, Safaia King, believes she’s found the man from her people’s legend and her dreams. She has one goal, even if he’s in a rival club—to make Hunter hers and keep him safe so he can fulfill their destiny.

After Hunter makes a huge mistake, he’s sent to where Safaia lives—an alternate universe called The Den. In this new world, sex, battles, and secrets abound. Hunter must survive The Den to right some wrongs or else he could lose everything he’s ever gained, including his home and Safaia’s love.

*****

Adult Excerpt

A wicked glint lit her eyes, and a playful grin spread across her face. She smoothed a hand down his hard chest. “I love the definition of your muscles, Hunter, how they shudder beneath my fingers when I touch you.” Inch by inch, she continued sliding her hand down his torso. She moved her hand between his skivvies and skin. Saf circled his cock and stroked him in time with the motions of his fingers within her. Desire pulsed through his body, setting it aflame. She pressed her face against his chest and playfully bit his pectoral as she rode his hand.

Adrenaline and arousal increased his breathing rate, and a warm buzz raced through him. The pull between them seemed so intense, undeniable, as if they had to be together or perish. He felt like one of the club’s customers addicted to black chip and needing a fix before he went crazy with want. And his drug of choice?

Safaia. Always and forever Safaia.

He wanted to eat her up. “I want to taste you. Lick up your juices and have you squirm beneath my face.” Hunter yanked down her jeans and repositioned her until her ass was at the edge of the boulder.

Sinking to his knees, he placed himself between her legs. Looking forward to tasting her sweetness and feel her softness after facing the harsh realities of his life, he traced a line of gentle kisses along her inner thigh from her knee to her pussy and then fastened his mouth on the sensitive folds between her legs. When he dipped his tongue into her canal, she shifted her butt to allow him better access. He reached up and snaked his rough hands under her shirt, concerned only for a moment whether she enjoyed or loathed the coarse touch of his dry, work-worn skin. She moved the cloth and her bra out of the way.

Seems she doesn’t mind.

Pushing away all his thoughts and focusing on her—his carnal treasure—Hunter kneaded her tits while he teased her clit. He loved the taste and scent of her musky flesh and lapped up her essence as he said he would.

She grasped his head, weaving her fingers in his hair. “Oh, great Universe. This is. This is.” She panted and grappled with his locks as a low, deep moan rolled from her throat. “I think I’m going to come.”

The first night they’d met, their lovemaking had been hot and fast, more wham bam thank you than let’s linger and relish this. This time, though, he wanted to savor her, make her feel all sorts of naughty pleasure as he took his own.

Saf bucked and tried to scooch away, but he grabbed her hips and kept her from moving away from him. Unrelenting, he tongue fucked her. She struggled and wriggled, but he continued his assault, plunging his tongue in and out of her, licking up her wetness, and nipping at her clit. Safaia pressed the back of his head and lifted her ass. Spasms racked her body. She cried out his name.

Bringing her to orgasm thrilled him, but his selfish streak came forward. He wanted to enjoy her and feel his own pleasure, so he rose, stepped back, and removed his jeans.

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BIO ~ Casey Moss

Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

LINKS ~ Casey Moss

Website: https://caseymossbooks.com/

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When Cougar Dates Manwhore (The Cougar Journals #4) by Jewel Quinlan (@JewelQuinlan @EvernightPub)

by | Sep 7, 2017 | | 0 Comments

Blurb:

Ava’s nemesis, John, made his feelings known by suddenly kissing her while they happened to be on the same cruise. Not just any kiss, but one that triggered a mind-blowing heat that made her want to learn more about him.

They’ve now been home for over a week where … nothing happens, making Ava doubt the signals she thought she’d received. Had the kiss not been as mind-blowing for him as it was for her? And then, suddenly, he asks her out on a date where she gets to see the intimate, sexy sides of him, which she really likes.

Maybe they are a good match for each other after all … or not. She can’t tell. His actions are so unpredictable that she can’t intuit his motives. Should she continue to leave the door open or write him off as the manwhore she thinks he is?

Where You Can Buy It

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Or add it to your shelf on Goodreads

*****

Excerpt:

“Thanks for dinner. I had a great time,” I said. It was trite, but they were the only words that came to mind.

“Me, too. You’re welcome.” He stood with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted, that knowing look in his eyes. The same one that, at the office, had always driven me the nuts. But, here in the semi-darkness and privacy of the corridor, it made me blush. There was something in the intensity of his gaze that made my body prickle in response. Did he know how many confusing signals were firing inside me right now? One side of me was greatly tempted to run my hands through his silver-fox hair, while another waved a red flag and tried to hit the brakes.

“Oh! Thanks for the coat,” I said. I’d almost forgotten about it. I took it off and handed it to him. “Um, well goodnight. See you at the office.”

I started to close the door, then stopped because he continued to stand there with the side of his mouth quirked up in a grin. It would be awkward to just shut the door in his face. “What?” I said. Our gazes locked, and my heartbeat sped up as static filled the air between us.

“You’re not just going to leave me like this,” John said.

“Like what?”

He stepped forward to lean against the doorframe, forearm up above his head, his face inches from mine. “Don’t I even get a goodnight kiss?” he said in a low voice. “I hate to brag, but I think I behaved pretty well tonight.”

I laughed. “Oh please, you love to brag. And, yes, you totally surprised me with your unexpectedly chivalrous behavior. This, however, is more along the lines of what I expected.” I gestured at him from head to toe. It was as if a tiger stood at my doorstep, powerful muscles lithe yet still ready to pounce. I had to admit, it was deliciously arousing to feel his forthright desire. I had a brief flashback of him by the pool on the cruise. I’d seen what the muscles of his torso were like, and now I couldn’t help wondering what they would feel like through the fabric of his shirt.

“So … no kiss?” he said. “Are you sure? Because I thought there was something between us on the ship. And, even tonight, I could swear it’s still there. Aren’t you just a little bit curious?”

I shrugged. “Maybe.” I am. I really, really am. But I wasn’t about to tell him that. Giving a manwhore leverage was just plain dangerous. “I’m just not sure we should go there right now.” I remained where I was, refusing to budge. Kissing John would be the wrong move right now. Something in my gut made me certain of it. It was just one of those instincts that grew more honed with experience. Like a gazelle sensing a cheetah.

He continued to gaze at me with interest. Then he straightened, but didn’t move back. “How about a handshake then? That’s something you do with everyone, so it’s harmless, right?”

I laughed. “True.” I held out my hand and he grasped it. I did my best to ignore how good his palm felt on mine. As we shook, I said again, “John, I had a very nice time. Thank you.”

That’s all he would be getting from me tonight. I stopped shaking his hand, but he didn’t release my fingers. Instead, he raised my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles, then skimmed his lips in light nibbles down over my skin toward my wrist. The short stubble on his jaw gently scraped as he went. And that, combined with the sensation of his firm, soft lips, made my stomach curl with heat. It was so easy to imagine him trailing kisses like that all the way along my arm to my breasts. Not just there, but even lower to the most private part of me… His gaze flicked to my face and whatever he saw there made his eyes light up with satisfaction. I didn’t want to give anything away, but I was helpless to control whatever I was revealing.

*****

About the Author:

Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited sixteen countries so far. Lover of ice cream, beer, and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time, she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua, Penny.

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Mid Week Tease: …she probably could have stripped naked and walked past their table… #MWTease

by | Sep 6, 2017 | | 10 Comments

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Here’s another tease from my new novel, Hiding in Plain Sight. I’m sorry I didn’t post last week, but I’ve been on some really tight deadlines and things have been manic!

Hiding in Plain SightShe watched the group, careful not to seem as though she was staring. She wasn’t yet ready to gain their attention. It was unlikely, she quickly realised. They were so absorbed in their own little bubble that she probably could have stripped naked and walked past their table and they wouldn’t have noticed.

With happy guests and word of mouth on her mind, she came to the conclusion that, although the gang was happy, there were plenty of other people in the bar that weren’t. The more champagne the group quaffed, the more their volume increased. And with that volume increase came plentiful sighs and glares from the bar’s other patrons. But, in their bubble as they were, they didn’t notice.

Mallory smirked as she watched one angry-looking man start to get up from his chair, only to be stopped by the woman he was with, with a hand on his arm and a shake of her head. Mallory didn’t blame her. This hotel might be the most expensive and exclusive in the Netherlands, but it didn’t mean drunken guests wouldn’t turn nasty or even violent if confronted. Really, management should be getting involved at this point. Maybe she could hurry things along in that department and see if it helped her cause any.

Just then, the waiter returned with her drink. “One Manhattan, madam,” he said, placing it on the table with a flourish.

“Great. Thank you.” She deliberately glanced over at the group, then back at the waiter, her eyes wide and innocent. Quietly, she said, “I don’t mean to make a fuss, but would it be possible for something to be done about those people? They’re totally ruining the ambiance in here. Not what you’d expect from such an establishment.”

The waiter—she peeked at his name badge; Erasmus—gave a tight smile. “It is already in hand, madam. We are working to rectify the situation with the absolute minimum of fuss. However, as an apology and gesture of our deep regret, your drink is free of charge. I hope it is to your satisfaction.”

Get your copy of Hiding in Plain Sight here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/hiding-in-plain-sight/

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Stirring Up Glory (Stirred by Love #2) by Kacey Hammell (@kaceyhammell)

by | Sep 5, 2017 | | 1 Comment

Stirring Up GloryBlurb:

She’s not the one he wants…

Drew McKenna is obsessed with the woman who saved his family’s business. She’s the last woman he should want, but his dreams are flooded with the sultry, sexy woman who gets under his skin. He’d not prepared to end their lengthy riff just so he can give into his desire to have the gorgeous woman under him.

But she is the one he needs…

Glory Pierce gave up on Drew the second he flung vicious insults her way. The harder she tries to forget how deep those scars run, however, the more he invades her thoughts. When tragedy strikes, Glory is forced to put aside her anger and work with the man she despises. But as they mix business with pleasure, the heat between them reaches fever pitch, secrets are revealed, and passions are stirred up in ways neither of them can ignore.

Buy Links:

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And of course, Book 1, Stirring Up Dirty is always available at all online bookstores.

https://kaceyhammell.com/bookshelf-2/stirred-by-love-series/stirring-up-dirty

*****

Excerpt:

He tossed the phone to her, awed as the sheet she’d covered herself with dipped low, baring her bountiful cleavage. He started back toward the side. “Shit,” he yelled as he stubbed his toe.

“Are you okay?” She moved toward the edge of the bed.

Drew frowned as he kneeled. “What the hell?” he dragged the open wooden box out further.

“Oh, no!” she exclaimed. “Drew, leave that, please.”

“I don’t think so, baby.” The lid fell open the rest of the way when he stopped towing it across the floor.

“Jesus,” he groused. “This is … so many cocks, Glory.” He lifted his gaze to hers, his brow arched.

Heat rushed over Glory’s face. “Um …”

“I’d have investments in batteries if I were you.” Hell, he’d watched his past girlfriends use dildos and loved every single second of it. To find a treasure trove of at least a dozen under their bed, well, it was a first.

“Don’t be sarcastic. I never leave it out. Shit.”

He glanced at the chest, baffled by the different colors and sizes. Her past words of knowing how to take care of herself came to mind. “You use these after visits to Controlled Iris, don’t you?” His dick hardened as he imagined her so turned on from being at the mansion that she’d undress and shove a vibrator in her cunt as soon as she returned home. Sweat dotted along his upper lip.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. Let me put it away.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed.

“Stay. Leave it,” he ordered.

Eyes wide, she halted. He picked up one, studied it, and picked up another. He didn’t comprehend the need for so many.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake. Sometimes a gal needs more than one,” she replied with feigned bravado.

Drew stared at her, his eyebrow raised as he lifted two of her particular favorite dildos in each fist. “What a variety. Have a favorite?” he asked as serious as possible, amused by her hidden goodies.

She pinned him with a narrowed gaze, annoyance and ire crossing her face. Oh, he loved to see fire building in her eyes when he goaded her.

“Well, if you must know, Mr. Nosey. The glass blue one there, with the small to large beads is exciting. It fills me easy at first, and as my arousal builds, I can take more of it.” Drew swallowed hard, thrilled at her response but unsure if he could control himself with the suddenly sexy and graphic images exploding in his head. “And, the red one, which I call Sticky Red, has the largest girth and takes the crown as the ultimate delight. It sticks to any surface, but to plastic the best. I ride it.” Drew breathed deep as she leaned closer to him, hovering at the edge of the bed. The sheet fell from her tits, revealing more skin, but not everything he wanted to see as she held a quarter of it against her. “I ride it hard. On that chair over there,” she pointed and his gaze followed. A dark green plastic chair sat at the small vanity table where makeup lined the surface. “I love the freedom to use it whenever I want.”

His gaze met the fiery blue of hers. She was breathtaking. And he needed to see her on the edge. Needed to see that freedom.

“Show me,” he ordered, and held the red dildo out to her.

Startled, she sat up, baring her to him. “What?”

Drew sidled the few feet to the chair on his knees, and turned the chair around to face him. He contemplated the dildo in his hand, and the puzzle pieces fit together quick. Licking his left hand a couple times, he dampened the suction part and slammed the dildo on the chair to stick. After tugging on the bottom of it a few times, ensuring it was a strong hold, he moved back to the side of the bed.

His hands clasping her around the waist, he hauled her to her feet, and cupped her tits.

A loud gasp rushed from her. “Drew,” she exclaimed, her heart racing.

He kneaded the boon in front of him, leaned forward and pressed his lips to her chest. The sweet and salty nectar from her skin filled his mouth. Delicious and potent, desire rushed over him.

He cruised along her skin, his lips finding every freckle and mole, his tongue savoring every lick and nibble. Shifting lower, he flicked her nipple. Glory purred, her back arching against his palm where he held her upright. His dick shifted behind his shorts, twitching in eagerness to be free. He suckled each nipple, moving from one to the other, his teeth biting and his tongue soothing the sting.

“Oh my,” she groaned as he flicked the bud. “Oh, Drew.”

He lifted his head. The light caressed her skin in a glow that took his breath away. A golden goddess from her blonde head to her cute toes. “Show me, baby. I want to watch you in ecstasy.”

“But—” her gaze dropped, downcast, and she tried to scoot away from him.

“It’s okay, I promise. Don’t think, just imagine. Has anyone ever watched you pleasure yourself?” God, he prayed she said no.

Her gaze searched his until she shook her head. Drew breathed a sigh of relief.

“I promise I’ll keep your secrets. What happens in here will forever stay between us. Call it fulfilling a fantasy for me.” Drew waited, his heart pounding as Glory glanced at him, toward the chair, and back again. Uncertainty and fear clouded her eyes.

“Show me what you enjoy most. Show me what it takes to please you,” he crooned.

*****

Praise for Stirring Up Glory:

“a hot and sexy read.” ~ SJ Maylee, author of Assassins and Sweetheart series
“Do you like reading erotic romance with hot scorching scenes, then you should definitely check out Stirring Up Glory! You won’t be disappointed!” Nicole, Top 100 Amazon Reviewer

*****

About Kacey:

Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…

Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters.  These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.

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Abel’s Obsession by Lynn Burke (@AuthorLynnBurke)

by | Sep 4, 2017 | | 0 Comments

Abel Beiler’s story came about while visiting my parents in Amish country this past April. While leaving for home early Sunday morning, I pulled up to a stop sign at a four-way intersection as horses labored to pull their Amish owners and families in their buggies to Sunday worship.

One young man in an open buggy sat to my right at the stop sign, unsmiling, leaning forward, elbows on knees and reins slack in his hands. I had this overwhelming urge to smile at him, trying to bring a little sunshine to his miserable countenance.

My plan didn’t work, and even though I was in an SUV with 3 children, the idea of Abel and Dani slammed into my brain, occupying my thoughts the whole way home. I voice-to-text in my phone’s notepad off and on the entire seven hour ride back to Massachusetts as Abel whispered his struggle to find himself in my brain.

Abel’s Obsession is by far the raunchiest story I’ve written to date, and I’m hoping the most eye-opening as well. An oppressed life isn’t a joyful one, and finding the strength to free yourself isn’t always easy. Neither is the choice to take wing and fly.

~Lynn

*****

Abel's ObsessionBlurb:

A young man of religious fervor and self-control, Abel Beiler has every intention of honoring his parents and being baptized into the Amish church. The woman with red curls and flashing green eyes in the back of a convertible, however, makes Abel wonder what life with the English might be like.

He strives to withstand temptation, but the memory of the woman he yearns to dominate, coupled with the explicit images in his cousin’s filthy magazine, threatens his restraint.

Red, his sinful obsession, haunts his shameful dreams and becomes a secret part of his life. When faced with truth beyond faith, Abel must decide where he belongs—with the Amish community, or the woman who owns his heart.

Be Warned: BDSM, restraints, sex toys, anal sex, spanking

Available from: Evernight Publishing | Amazon UK | Amazon US

*****

Excerpt:

Much later and hoarse from singing for two hours, my curiosity overrode my better sense, and I followed Eli into the hayloft of their barn. While I held the kerosene lamp, he climbed high into the rafters and returned with a magazine clutched in his hand.

“Got this from my new English friend, Toby.” He sat on a bale, opened the magazine, and turned it toward me.

Lust kicked me in the gut, and I couldn’t speak.

A naked woman lay spread eagle and bound by ropes to a bed, a blindfold and some sort of ball gag in her mouth. A man loomed over her, whip in hand. Tear streaks lined the woman’s face. Red slashes marked her thighs. Wetness coated the pink folds of her sex, glistening, and set my mouth to watering.

The image burned into my brain—submission in an entirely different way than the Old Order’s definition of the word. Spirituality is submission, is what had been reiterated in my ears since childhood. Self-surrender. The willingness to give up oneself to the community and Gott’s chosen leaders.

I soaked in the sinful picture, and for the first time in my life wanted power. Wanted control. I wanted a woman’s submission like the man in leather beside her owned. Unable to tear my gaze off the image, I struggled to swallow.

“Didn’t know people actually did this shit.”

Eli’s curse, the first I had heard from him, barely registered past the blood rushing in my ears. My body tensed as longing to be the man standing over that woman, whip in hand raced through me faster than any thoroughbred—or car.

The image of Red flashed in my mind, and suddenly it was her bound to the bed in the picture, breathing heavily, trembling, and begging for me…

*****

About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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Abbey MacMunn Talks the Exotic Far East and Terrible Cooking (@abbeymacmunn) #tirgearr

by | Sep 1, 2017 | | 2 Comments

In One Night in Kuala Lumpur, my erotic romance novella, artist Ziva Clarke visits the exotic Far East with three ‘S’s on her mind.

Sketch whatever inspires her.

Soak up the amazing culture.

Savour the exotic food.

However, when she meets the troubled businessman Sam Tempest, that’s not the only thing beginning with ‘S’ that she has on her mind! 😉

Like Ziva, when I visited Malaysia I was in awe of their diverse culture, the beautiful landscapes and the modern, vibrant cities. I tried many exotic foods, some of which I was probably better off not knowing what was in them, but that’s where the similarities end. I took with me the memories and even tried some of the recipes at home.

Alas, I am not a good cook. I’m a mum of four, I manage, just, and I haven’t given anyone food poisoning yet! My kids constantly remind me of my culinary disasters. While my intentions are good, and there hasn’t been a Bridget Jones’ blue soup incident yet, there have been plenty more.

Like the Fishless Fish Pie.

I swear I spooned a pound and a half of fish into the white sauce, covered it with mashed potato and popped it into the oven, but when we came to eat it, the fish had mysteriously disappeared. We ended up eating what was basically potato in white sauce. Yum!

Then there was the Lasagne Disaster.

Normally, I’m not too bad with lasagne, but this particular one, I decided to try out my new dried herb set. ‘Give it a bit of extra flavour,’ I thought, or as the top chefs like to say, ‘Elevate something ordinary into something worthy of a Michelin star restaurant.’ Well, needless to say, I over-did the oregano and basil and the thing tasted like a herb garden.

Another meal catastrophe was the Roast Dinner Salmonella Scare.

In my defence, we’d just moved into a new house and I was using an unfamiliar oven. We were hungry, the oven was taking forever to cook anything so I turned up the temperature. I burnt the roast potatoes but the chicken was so uncooked we had to throw it away.

So is there anything I can cook?

I’m happy to say, yes there is! A lemon dessert, a recipe handed down from my mum. It’s so delicious I get asked to make it at family gatherings, and it’s absolutely perfect for a summer barbecue. It’s fair to say Lemon Crunch is not the lightest in calories, but it’s summer—we’re all eating healthy salads, right?

And the best thing? It’s quick to make and so super easy even I can’t mess it up!

If you’d like to give it a go, you can find the recipe here on my website: https://wordpress.com/post/abbeymacmunn.com/489

Thanks for reading,

Abbey x

*****

Excerpt:

Sam ran the last few feet across the reception area’s marbled floor towards the half-closing lift doors. He arrived as the gap narrowed to six inches and shoved his arm inside. “Wait, hold the lift, please.” The doors squashed his arm for a second before sliding back.

His breath caught. Sam couldn’t believe who stood there, knee-deep in shopping bags.

Her. Ziva.

Feet rooted to the floor, he took in her appearance. Saturated curls framed her face and stuck to her neck. He followed the ringlets as they dripped water down her short, strappy sundress, equally wet and clinging to every delicious curve. Her protruding nipples showed through the flimsy fabric, virtually begging for his attention. Dear God, she’s sexy. And wet. Soaking wet. His pulse rate rocketed.

A smile flashed across her elfin face, lighting her features as if they had their own sun emanating from within. “Sam! What are you doing here?”

She seemed genuinely pleased to see him. A refreshing change from the women he usually met—gold-diggers mostly; those who hung on his every word, but whose false personas matched their fake tits and orange Tango tans. “Ziva.” Her name rolled off his tongue like a puff of sweet air.

“You remembered my name?”

An unusual name, but one he’d heard before, although where eluded him right now. What were the chances of meeting her like this? There were hundreds of hotels in Kuala Lumpur and she’d picked this one. Somebody up there was playing Cupid, and doing a damn good job of it, too. Sam grinned back and stepped into the lift “You’re kind of difficult to forget.”

“Only kind of?” she teased.

The doors closed behind him and he caught her scent, fruity and sweet. His whole body buzzed with awareness. “I thought you didn’t like shopping,” he said, pointing at the numerous bags around her ankles.

She didn’t press a button to her floor. “You remembered that, too?”

“Yes.” He remembered everything about her. Including the black, lacy bra.

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One Night in Kuala LumpurBlurb:

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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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.

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