Blurb:
Their love is
forbidden by rules, religion and risk. Yet still they can’t resist.
Captain Hugh Wilkes is on his last tour of duty in
Afghanistan. The British Army is withdrawing, and Wilkes expects his posting to
be event-free. That is, until he meets his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi,
who awakens desires in Wilkes that he’d almost forgotten about, and that won’t
be ignored.
Please note: this book was previously published as part of
the Unconditional Surrender bundle.
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Excerpt:
Captain Hugh Wilkes sucked in a deep breath, steeling
himself for the heat he was about to be subjected to, though he already knew
all the deep breaths in the world wouldn’t help. Darkness had fallen on Camp
Bastion, in the notorious Helmand Province of Afghanistan, but there would
still be residual warmth left to seep away throughout the small hours. Then the
sun would rise, and it would start all over again. It was a damn desert, after
all. But, all being well, it would be his last ever tour of the godforsaken
place. The British Army was already preparing to pull out. The manpower had
been reduced drastically over the previous months. It was time to leave the
Afghans to get on with it. They weren’t being abandoned—far from it—they would
still receive aid, training and money for years to come. But the British Army
was no longer needed, apparently. It was still a volatile place, which would no
doubt be monitored very closely, in case strategies needed to be reconsidered.
None of that was down to Wilkes, though. He was here with
his platoon for six months, doing whatever they were ordered to do by their
Company Commander, Major Hunter. It was unlikely they’d be doing any
fighting—they weren’t here for offensive operations. More probably they’d be
accompanying their vehicles, weapons and ammunition across the country as it
was transported to the air base to be sent back home, or patrolling towns and
villages as a show of presence, to reassure and protect the inhabitants.
There was only one way to find out. Grabbing his kit, he
headed toward the ramp of the huge C17 aircraft with his colleagues, and
followed them out onto the airstrip. Immediately, he was hit by the
overwhelming smell of aviation fuel. As he moved away from the airplane this
was replaced by the dry atmosphere.
Wilkes imagined he could feel the grains of sand coating his
throat and tongue. He’d soon get used to it—he always did. Plus, on the bright
side, he’d end up with a nice tan at the end of his deployment. Mentally, he
crossed his fingers for a nice, event-free tour of duty. Letting his guard down
wasn’t going to happen, naturally, he just hoped it wasn’t necessary. Hoped the
insurgents would play nicely. The country was completely different to how it
had been when Allied forces had gone in after 9/11. Some fantastic progress had
been made, but it still wasn’t completely safe. But then, where was? People
died in picturesque villages in the English countryside—though generally not
courtesy of IEDs, AK-47s or suicide bombers.
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and
erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100
publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several
editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic
Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and
co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house.
She owns Erotica For All, is book
editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth
of The Brit Babes. Find out more
at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
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