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.
There were murmurs of agreement, and the two captains returned their attention to each other, making a concerted effort to hide their smirks.You can grab your copy of Desert Heat here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat/
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They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.
Melodie Carr reluctantly clicked delete on the e-mail with a disappointed sigh. She couldn’t contribute to the charity calendar for the Hero Family Fund, a cause very close to her heart, because she didn’t know anyone suitable to photograph. Although her photography work varied—from children to pets, landscapes to portraits, she’d done a bit of everything—she got the impression the call for calendar models sought hunky guys to create a collection to make women swoon. Unfortunately, she didn’t work with professional models and therefore had to give up on the idea. A cute dog, something she had plenty of images of, simply wouldn’t cut it.
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