Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week, I’m sharing another tease from my M/M military/interracial erotic romance novella, Desert Heat. This follows on directly from last week’s tease. Also, for those of you that have already read this book and want to find out what happens next – Native Tongue is OUT NOW!

Too late—Balkhi’s deep brown eyes met with Wilkes’ blue ones, and they exchanged a nod of acknowledgement before turning back to their respective opposites. Wilkes fought to slow his racing pulse and keep his mind on task.

“All right, is he?” Wolfe queried.

“W—what do you mean?” Wilkes asked, probably a little too quickly. Christ, had he gone and outed himself with a single glance?

“The terp. I said is he all right? Good, like.”

“Oh.” Relief seeped into Wilkes’ brain. Calm down, you moron. “Well, I dunno, really. Only met him a few hours ago. As I said, he seems like a nice guy. And this isn’t his first tour. Don’t know how many he’s been on, but he’s no newbie, so I assume he’s good.”

Narrowing his eyes at Balkhi, Wolfe said, “Yeah, I think I may have seen him before, actually. I’ve not worked with him, but I’ve probably seen him in passing, either here or at Bastion. Mine’s been a good ‘un, I have to say.” He pointed with his chin toward the other Afghan. “Old Juma Zazai there. Professional, quick, keeps his cool. Couldn’t have asked for better, to be honest. Trouble is,” he lowered his voice again, “you’re the last lot coming out here, and you’ve already got your terp, so that poor fucker is essentially out of a job. He hides it pretty well, but it’s obvious he’s worried about what’s going to happen next.”

“His family isn’t supportive?” Wilkes knew the score—the British Army had recruited interpreters from all over the country to help them communicate with locals, and often when they returned to their villages, they were vilified. Even if their families were okay with them helping the Brits, there was usually at least one local radical wanting to string them up for helping the “infidels.”

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Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week, I’m sharing another tease from my M/M military/interracial erotic romance novella, Desert Heat. This follows on directly from last week’s tease. Also, for those of you that have already read this book and want to find out what happens next – Native Tongue is now available for pre-order!

There were murmurs of agreement, and the two captains returned their attention to each other, making a concerted effort to hide their smirks.

“Right,” Wolfe said quietly, “suppose we’d better actually do that handover, eh?”

Wilkes nodded.

“Okay, well, as I said, it’s been quiet. We’ve mostly been patrolling the village, talking to the people, checking in with the police, the schoolteachers, you know the drill. We heard a couple of murmurs about attacks on the FOB, but nothing came of it, thankfully. Could have been idle gossip, or maybe information deliberately disseminated to keep us on our toes. Either way, we haven’t seen hide nor hair of an insurgent for months. Probably all holed up in the mountains with their Paki friends.”

Letting all the information sink in, Wilkes nodded again. “Well, let’s hope it stays that way for the next six months, eh? Then we can all bugger off home and let them get on with it.”

“Which is what they’ve wanted all along.”

“Any aggro from the locals?”

“Nah, not really. Most of them know what’s good for them, know we’re there to protect them. We’ve had the occasional insult from a youth or two, but they’re all mouth.”

“For now. Won’t be long before they’re joining up with their fathers and brothers and plotting to bomb the shit out of the infidels.”

“Probably. But the main thing is, the important folk are on our side—the tribal elders, the police, the politicians. If they hear any whispers, they’ll let you know.” Wolfe paused, looking around. “Your terp here yet?”

Wilkes glanced around the tent. “Should be here somewhere. Picked him up at Bastion this morning. He’s a nice guy, Balkhi.” Just then, the man in question entered the mess. “Ah, there he is.” He tried not to stare at the Tajik as he came in with what he assumed was Wolfe’s interpreter—given they were the only two not in uniform.

You can grab your copy of Desert Heat here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24324775-desert-heat

Don’t forget to check out all the other blogs taking part!

Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week, I’m sharing another tease from my M/M military/interracial erotic romance novella, Desert Heat, which was originally part of the Unconditional Surrender boxed set. This follows on directly from last week’s tease.

Wolfe pursed his lips. “Quiet, actually. I wondered if the insurgents might get cocky again now they know we’re pulling out. But on the other hand, perhaps they’re on best behaviour until we’re actually gone. Can’t see them wanting to give us any reason to linger.”

Taking a sip of the sub-par tea, Wilkes replied, “Well, let’s hope the latter is true. A quiet six months to top up my tan would be nice. Looks like you’ve done a good job with yours.”

“Yep,” Wolfe shot back, admiring his outstretched arm, “been in my bikini every day, turning over every half hour to make sure my colour is even. I’ve even been swimming in the river, to cool myself down.”

Wilkes swallowed his tea quickly before he spluttered it everywhere. You wouldn’t wash your dog in the local rivers, never mind go swimming in them. “Sounds like heaven. I can’t wait to get started.”

Smirking at each other, they sipped at their drinks for a few moments. A few other soldiers filed in, both from the platoon that was leaving, and the one that was replacing them. It seemed they were doing their own hasty handovers, making the most of the situation that poor planning had put them in.

“Don’t get too comfortable, lads!” Wolfe shouted. “Get a drink down ya, go and take care of your business, then get ready to go. We’re just having a quick debrief.”

You can grab your copy of Desert Heat here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24324775-desert-heat

Don’t forget to check out all the other blogs taking part!