Please say hello to today’s guest, Adam Mann! He has a peek at his boxed set!
Adam Mann (pen name) has worked for over 50 years in what is called “developing economies”. Most of the time his work has been with the thousands of small scale farmers, who have appreciated sustainable livelihoods, so that they now have enough food to feed themselves, and also some produce to sell so that they have a cash income. That is why most of Adam’s novels are set in these remote rural locations.
Four years ago Adam finally retired and started writing and has now produced 26 fantasy romance and 7 historical books under his real name Mike Lord, nine of which have been traditionally published, and 24 self-published at Smashwords and Amazon KDP.
Mike Lord is a member of the Romance Writers of Australia.
William Mary & Percy
A fascinating tale of love and passion, but not all at once! William and Mary are effectively the accounting department in a property investment company (boring, but part of the story!).
The Company is taken over, and they are asked to prepare a report so they have to work late into the evening, and then visit a local restaurant, but not really a date. Mary asks William to walk with her home as it is now dark, which he does, and is offered a bed for the night.
Mary is the prime initiator of what happens next but only after some time, but she does enough to keep William interested, when his next job is at Hyderabad in Pakistan. Mary visits William which effectively seals his fate.
But who is Percy, and what is Samantha?
We said goodnight, but about half an hour later I felt Mary climbing into the other side of the larger bed with me in it!
She had to touch me as the bed was too small not to, and I noticed the soft fabric of her nightgown as she snuggled up to me, and put her arms around me.
I turned to face her, and she kissed my chin. She smelt very feminine, without using any discernible perfume.
I put my arm on her waist, and then up to her back.
I was a bit startled as the back of her bra felt like canvas webbing through the soft nightie, but she snuggled up me again without saying a word.
I moved my hand to her bottom and found another canvas garment there, which was like a pair of knickers made from thick denim material.
“That’s my chastity belt,” she whispered, “Go to sleep,” she commanded.