One Night in Kuala Lumpur
By Abbey MacMann
Genre: Erotic Romance
Synopsis
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 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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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.”
Meet
the Author
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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