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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