Hong Kong Heat (A Promo Post)

 

Hong Kong Heat by +Raven McAllan
Erotic Romance, Contemporary

 

Debra Scotburn never thought of herself as a cougar, until
she fell in lust at first sight with a much younger man.
Daniel Van Meister, a trouble-shooter for the Simply Five
Star Hotel chain doesn’t do commitment, until the older, curvy, vivacious
brunette robs him off his ability to control a certain body part.
Unable to keep their hands off each other, they embark on a passion-filled
holiday fling.
Surely that is all it can ever be? Daniel’s work takes him
all around the world at a moment’s notice, and Debra is on the last leg of her
middle-aged-crisis induced gap year.

 

When misunderstandings tear them apart, can they both admit
their love and find the trust needed to make this more than just a fling?

Available for early download via Totally Bound

https://www.totallybound.com/hong-kong-heat

Out on general release on eBook and Print: March 27th

 

 

 

(2 Excerpts. Pick one for your blog)

Excerpt 1 (PG 13)

“You’re
trespassing. You shouldn’t be up here at night.”
She
stared up at him and grinned. The moon appeared from behind a cloud and his
pulse jumped like a flea in a circus. It was her. His mystery lady.
“So
I am, or should that be am not?” She swirled her arms and the moonlight caught
the ripples and sent tiny moonbeams dancing over the surface of the pool. “Which
means unless you’re the night watchman…?” Her voice trailed off mid sentence,
on a querying note.
Braam
shook his head.
“Then
neither should you. So why don’t you join me? Or is jogging the only exercise
you do?” She tilted her head to one side and swam in lazy circles around the
island in the centre of the pool.
Does she know there’s innuendo in that
statement?
“Come
on, live dangerously. You know you shouldn’t swim alone at night.” She laughed.
“So in actual fact, we’ll be helping each other.”
Why not? Braam pushed the sides of his trousers apart and kicked them off his
legs with scant care to creases. The suit needed to go to the cleaners anyway.
An over anxious sous chef had made sure of that when Braam had checked the
buffet earlier.
He
left his boxers on—after all there was such a thing as over-familiarity—and
dived in.
The
water closed over his head and he pushed to the surface. It was like swimming
in a Jacuzzi without the bubbles. The warmth surrounded him as he swam towards
the woman leaning against the edge of the pool with her arms stretched out to
hold her in place.
“So,
hello, Ms Intruder. We meet again.” He trod water and moved his arms and hands
to stay in front of her and not move into her personal space. As much as he’d have
liked to crowd her, demand who she was and why she was there, he knew better.
“It
seems we do. Nothing more mysterious than the ways of the world, eh?” She
chuckled and splashed water with her legs. “Is this where I say fancy meeting
you here? Or we must quit meeting like this, people will talk?”
There
was no doubt about that, especially if the night manager turned the security
cameras on. Braam angled his body then swam around the island so that if that
did happen, his face wouldn’t be seen. There was one spot where the cameras
didn’t reach, but was visible to the lifeguards when they were on duty. As he
hoped, the lady swam after him, until they reached what he termed the safe area.
“Are
we playing tag?” Her voice was husky and it lifted his libido and his cock by
several notches. In fact, his cock was pressing against his boxers and even the
water couldn’t   come to his aid so he didn’t get harder by the
minute. This woman intrigued him.
“I
can think of better things to play.”
Her
eyes widened and the laugh she gave went straight to his dick and hinted at all
things erotic.
“Such
as? Ludo? Scrabble, or, I know, Hotel?” She ran her tongue around her lips in
an unconscious invitation to plunder and Braam was hard pressed not to groan.
“You
show me yours and I’ll show you mine…” Braam paused. “Hotel, I mean, what else?”
She
giggled. It wasn’t the silly sound a young girl would make, but a deep, sexy
noise. “How about Kiss Chase?”
Excerpt 2(Adult)
In
one swift movement the lady pushed off the side, kissed him hard on the lips
and turned to swim away. He was too fast for her. Braam held her by the
shoulders, tread water and kissed her back.
She
groaned deep into his mouth and let her tongue swirl with his. Her body floated
next to his and her breasts teased his chest. The thin lace that covered her
was no barrier to hide how her nipples stood out. Braam slid one leg between
hers and moved one hand to hold her ass and push her tight against him.
She
wriggled and ground her pussy on his cock. Yet again, the few scraps of lace
she wore were negligible. Even so it took immense control not to rip them away
and have nothing between them. Instead he held her close, let her rub herself
on him and savoured the moment. Braam swam them backwards a few feet until he
could rest on a ledge a foot or so underwater and sit his lady on his knees
with her legs either side and her pussy open to his cock. It was teasing, tantalising
and downright enjoyable. Judging by the shivers and mewls she made as he
nibbled her ear and scattered kisses over her face and mouth, she agreed. Her
hands played with his nipples.
Until
his cock gave notice that a few more seconds’ play and they’d need to clean the
pool out. He was so close to coming it hurt.
Braam
pulled back and she moaned in protest.
“Honey,
I’m so close to coming it’s painful. We need to get out and find somewhere more
suitable.” He towed her to the roman steps at one end of the pool and glanced
around the area. Not even a sunbed had been left out.
His
lady looked dazed and her eyes were misty.
“Eh?”
“We
can’t come in the pool. Well, I can’t. We need to… Holy hell and fuck.”
She
sat up, half out of the water, and rubbed her face. “That sounds rude and hold
on, we need to fuck? Who says?”
“Well,
you didn’t say we didn’t a few minutes ago,” Braam said. “But we need condoms.
I don’t suppose you have one with you?”
“Con…
Argh, shit and fuck. No, strangely I don’t. They’re not something I feel I need
when I go for a walk at midnight.” She sounded horrified. “Even if it does
include an illicit swim. You?”
He
shook his head. “Sadly no. I mean where would I carry it?
She
got out of the pool and looked around her. “Apart from that, I don’t make a
habit of screwing with strangers, even with a condom. Where’s a towel? Blame it
on the moon, oh, I don’t know, temporary insanity or jet lag or something. Pure
fucking stupidity. Look, if you try anything, I’ve got a black belt in karate.
So, towels?”
“Locked
away. Along with sunbeds, robes and all things needed to fuck.” He paused. “Or
dry off.”
She
shut her eyes and sighed. “Figures. Oh, Lord, what have I done?”
“Nothing
yet, and in the future? Up to you, but let me say, I seem to have been
inflicted by the same bout of insanity if that’s any consolation.”
“It
isn’t. I guess I’ll have to do the walk of shame in a dress sticking to my wet
body.”
“Or
we could make love and dry off that way?” Braam suggested. He could have bitten his tongue out. Do I have a death wish? When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?
“Or
not. Sorry. But I don’t even know your name. Isn’t it at least polite to be
introduced or something?”
She
shivered and Braam stood up and left the pool to grab his shirt.
“Here,
use this to dry off.” He handed her the shirt and walked to the other side of
the pool where his jacket and trousers were. “My name is Abraham,” he said as
he used his jacket to soak up the bulk of the moisture on him. It looked like
even the dry cleaners wouldn’t save it. “Braam to my friends.”
There
was silence from the other side of the pool.
“And
you?”

 

His
answer was to hear the faint noise of the lift descending.

 

I’m growing old disgracefully and loving
it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish
forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest,
but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so
to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the
garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild
life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that
indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs
without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate
under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing
people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
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