1 I got the idea when I was in Hong Kong on holiday.
2 My friend Debra chose the hero and heroine’s names.
3 I was on Facebook when a Fb friend, Maggie asked what I was doing up at that time. (It was night in the UK and early morning in Hong Kong where I was.) I said trying to find the best way from Central to Stanley, and she came back with take the MTR to Chai Wan, and told me what exit to use and what bus number to get. She’d lived in the city. What a coincidence.
4 I started writing the book in Amsterdam.
5 My Hubby and I have walked Lamma Island—without the detour!
6 The hotel is a mixture of several hotels I’ve stopped in.
7 I’ve also based the Singapore hotel on one I’ve stayed in.
8 I was determined Debra should have a hot bod toy boy—and enjoy herself.
9 The Star Ferry does have a ferry with a moustache painted on it for Movember
10 I’ve also spent many a happy day wandering around Stanley. The boob paragraph is taken form real life.
brunette robs him off his ability to control a certain body part.
middle-aged-crisis induced gap year.
their love and find the trust needed to make this more than just a fling?
and turned to swim away. He was too fast for her. Braam held her by the
shoulders, tread water and kissed her back.
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 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.
pool out. He was so close to coming it hurt.
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.
on, we need to fuck? Who says?”
I don’t suppose you have one with you?”
when I go for a walk at midnight.” She sounded horrified. “Even if it does
include an illicit swim. You?”
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.
inflicted by the same bout of insanity if that’s any consolation.”
introduced or something?”
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.”
forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so
under the beds. Not to be thought of.