One Night in Kuala Lumpur @abbeymacmunn #EroticRomance #NewRelease
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| Erotic Romance [novella] |
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?
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.”
“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.
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Thanks for featuring One Night in Kuala Lumpur on your blog. Abbey :)
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