Since some people found out that I’ve got another release in the editing / proofing stages of publishing, they’ve been after me to provide some form of tease. I don’t normally do teases, as such, but there’s always a first time.

So, to make some of my readers happy, and hopefully give everyone a small taste of what’s to come in the finished story, I selected a passage at random from the upcoming book as a sample. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

“Come on, it will be safer and more comfortable for the both of us in the centre of the boat,” he suggested. They moved in together, wrapped in each other’s arms as the little boat started to toss about.

The rain started with a couple of fat drops, which were rapidly replaced by a wall of solid water that thundered against their little boat, and hammered into the lagoon. Water was coming from all directions and Rachel was beginning to worry about their ability to stay afloat when it stopped as suddenly as it had appeared. A fresh, clean wind pushed away the clouds and the sun was soon baking everything dry. Rachel swore that she could see the steam rising from the jungle, and could clearly hear the cacophony of the birds and other jungle creatures coming out of hiding and drying off.

Rachel shivered and looked down at herself. Her dress was plastered to her body, and it was plainly evident that she wasn’t wearing any underwear by how it clung to her contours. She could see that Robert was soaked to the skin, too, but he didn’t seem as bothered about it as she did.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

“I think so, just soaking wet,” she replied, breaking the embrace and trying to separate sodden fabric from skin.

“Since we’re out of sight of anyone on the shore, you could always put your wet clothes over the front deck, which already looks dry.” Robert removed his shirt and placed it flat on the front deck, which was lightly steaming and looked dry.

“I think I might have a small problem, there.”

“You mean because you’re not wearing anything under the dress?”

“How did you know?” she asked. “Yes, by the way.”

“Anybody with working eyes can tell you’re not wearing anything underneath. I’ve had a fairly good idea all along, but it’s really been confirmed now.”

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“I didn’t need to. I’ve been enjoying the hint at what lay below. It’s not always about what you can show, it’s also about what’s hidden. And how it’s hidden.”

Rachel peeled her dress from her body and spread it next to his shirt. “Well, now you’re not going to need your imagination.”

“…”