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.
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
dancers who is accustomed to playing the role of Domme – at least on stage.
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At the end
of the row of benches, I noticed somebody new. A handsome farang with
hair the color of straw, wearing business clothes that looked expensive. He
smiled at me, a strange smile that made me feel like I was naked.
Of course,
my costume doesn't hide very much. Normally, that gives me a feeling of power.
Maybe I will allow them to see the hidden parts. Maybe not.
With this
man, it didn't matter what I was wearing. I felt like he could see right
through my clothing. Like he could see every bit of me, even if I wore street
clothes. My nipples started to ache, and my G-string got more slippery than
ever.
For the
first time since I started working for Ajarn, I was nervous. I stumbled on my
spiky heels. I almost lost my balance. Luckily, I was able to turn the mistake
into a sexy dip that showed off my bare rear. Most of the customers didn't
notice.
The blond
man was not fooled.
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 was embarrassed. I looked 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
"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 whisky. 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.
He bent me
backwards. My hair nearly brushed the floor. He put his mouth on the other
nipple and sucked. I felt that his mouth was between my legs, sucking me there.
It was like heaven. I reached up, wanting to stroke him, but he pushed my hands
away.
Then, when
I was not expecting it, he sank his teeth into my flesh. Everything went dark
for an instant. Then pain exploded in me, brilliant as the sun. I was burning
up, but I wanted to burn.
When I
opened my eyes, he was watching me. That strange smile was on his face, but he
also looked worried. "That's enough for tonight, Nok," he murmured.
"I have an appointment elsewhere, in any case. But I will come back for
you, soon."
I was too
dazed to say anything. He stuffed a thousand baht note into the cup with the
bill, to cover two one hundred baht drinks, and stood to leave. I grabbed his
shirt. Not thinking, but not wanting him to go.
"Please,
sir..."
He flicked
his thumb across one of my aching nipples. Delicious echoes of pain rippled
through me. "Be patient, Nok. Be patient and wait. Now is not your
time."
Before I
could say or do anything more, he was gone. I sat on the stool, confused.
Ashamed. Frustrated. Sticky and dirty and smelling like a whorehouse. I buried
my face in my hands, almost ready to cry.
Someone
tapped me on the shoulder. "Your turn to dance again," said Lin. I
nodded and stood up. I was still shaking.
"Who
was that guy?" she asked. She knew that something was wrong with me.
"Just
a guy," I said. I made myself sound uninterested. "Just a
customer."
****
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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Hello, Suz,
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