Welcome marvelous author, Lisabet Sarai with her newest, an erotic thriller!
Bangkok, Thailand,
has a split personality.
It is famed for
its glittering temples,
vibrant street markets,
deliciously fiery cuisine
and abundant hospitality.
At the same time,
its go-go bars and
sex shows, transvestite
cabarets and ready
flesh for hire have
given the city a
rather sleazy reputation as one
of the sin capitals
of the world. A seam of darkness runs through
Bangkok, flowing slow and deep as the Chao Phraya River that winds its way
through the City of Angels.
The reality,
of course, is far
more complex than either
stereotype. I know
the city fairly well,
having lived there
for two years during
the nineties and visited
often in the years
since. My first
novel, Raw Silk,
celebrates the exotic,
sensual side of
Bangkok. Kate, the
expat heroine, finds herself
as dazzled by the
opulent glamor of
her royally-connected lover
as she is by
the tender ferocity
of her tattooed
Master.
My new release,
an erotic thriller
entitled Bangkok
Noir,
explores the seamier
side: sex for sale,
official corruption,
violent crime. It includes M/f,
F/f and femdom scenes, as well as some real violence (though not in the context
of sexual arousal).
Diana Fanning,
aka the Professor,
runs The Academy,
the only genuine BDSM
bar in Bangkok.
She's the first person
police colonel Apichat
Weeranwongsakul consults
when a bar girl
turns up brutally
murdered, tightly bound,
with clamped nipples and
every orifice stuffed with
sex toys. The colonel
figures the killer
might be one of
her customers. But
he has his own
secrets. He needs
Diana to satisfy his
shameful dreams of
being beaten and abused.
Meanwhile, a mysterious
American named Sam
stalks Nok, the
lovely natural dominant
who is the Professor's
star performer. Nok
is used to being
the one in charge.
She can't understand
why she craves the
discipline Sam administers.
As more women are slaughtered, always in kinky circumstances, the Professor finds herself in an exclusive world catering to the perversions of Bangkok's wealthy and well-connected. Simultaneously looking for evidence and satisfying her own lusts, she doesn't realize until too late that the power she's used to wielding won't save her from becoming the serial murderer's next victim.
As more women are slaughtered, always in kinky circumstances, the Professor finds herself in an exclusive world catering to the perversions of Bangkok's wealthy and well-connected. Simultaneously looking for evidence and satisfying her own lusts, she doesn't realize until too late that the power she's used to wielding won't save her from becoming the serial murderer's next victim.
Here’s an
excerpt, in the
voice of Nok, one of the Professor’s star
dancers.
****
My heart was
beating so hard that it hurt. When I finished my dancing time, I ran into the
toilet and splashed some water on my face. I crouched down, my back against the
wall, listening to the chatter of the other girls. My eyes closed, I tried to
follow my breathing, the way the monks taught me. All I could see was the farang
looking at me, with that X-ray stare of his, like something from a science
fiction movie.
I stayed in
the bathroom for as long as I could. I knew Ajarn would notice if I was gone
too long. Finally, I had to go back out. I peeked out from behind the curtains,
trying to see if he was still there. When I saw that his seat was empty, I
sighed with relief.
I headed
toward the bar to get a Coke. My throat was tight and dry. Then I felt a hand
on my arm. It was him. His skin was so cool, it made me shiver.
"Can I
buy you a drink?" he asked. His voice was kind, and made me think of
music. Still, I felt something like terror. He stared at me without blinking.
Now it was me who had to look away.
Ajarn was on
the other side of the room, watching us. I couldn't refuse.
"Thank
you, sir. Just a moment. I go get a Coke, come back right away."
"Let me
go with you," he said smoothly. He took my arm and walked me to the bar.
After we got our drinks, he guided me to a table in the corner.
"Sit,"
he ordered. I didn't want to, not really. But what could I do? I clicked my
glass against his. "Chok dee," I said. "Good luck to
you."
His smile made
me feel like I had eaten a meal of live butterflies. "Same to you. What's
your name?"
"My name
Nok. What your name?"
"You can
call me Sam," he said. "Nok is bird, right?"
I nodded. He
brushed my long hair off my shoulders and down my back. Then he took my chin in
his hand. He raised my eyes to meet his again. I felt like I was captured.
Trapped.
"Very
appropriate. You're as delicate and airy as a sparrow." I thought of those
caged birds they sell at the temples. You set the birds free to make merit, but
they always return to their masters.
Without
warning, he kissed me. His lips were as soft as his voice, at least at first. I
thought I should stop him, though. I tried to pull away. His right hand held my
mouth against his. His left arm wrapped around my waist. I couldn't move.
So I gave up.
I let him slide his tongue into my mouth and suck the breath from me. The funny
thing was, as soon as I gave in to him, I began to like it. He smelled like
soap and expensive cologne. He tasted like his whiskey. I could feel that he
was strong, much stronger than he looked, with his slim body and fancy clothes.
He kissed me
harder, biting my lip. I felt like I was melting. He let go of my chin and
played with my breasts through the stretchy mesh. My sex was on fire against
the hot, sticky leather.
Suddenly, he
pinched one of my nipples, digging in his fingernails. His mouth smothered my
cry of surprise and pain. After the pain, though, I felt amazing pleasure,
shooting up my spine like lightning.
"You like
that, Nok." My English is only so-so, but I could tell he wasn't asking a
question. He was telling me. And he was right.
I was terribly
embarrassed. I wanted him to do it again.
****
Bangkok
Noir is as
dark as its name.
But it’s very
hot. If you enjoy
moderately extreme BDSM
in an exotic setting,
pick up your copy
today.
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Hi, Cerise,
Thanks for helping me get the word out!
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