Out
Now – Native Tongue – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica
#romance #military #interracial
Blurb:
They
may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.
When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his
Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy.
After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an
end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many
obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can
they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their
fledgling relationship?
Author’s
note: Although this story does work as a
standalone tale, it’s recommended that you read the first instalment of the
characters’ journey first—Desert Heat,
which is available from all good retailers.
**For those of you that haven’t yet read Desert Heat either, there’s a great value double pack containing
both books available exclusively on Amazon (from 14th May), which is available for lending, and for
Kindle Unlimited members: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat-native-tongue/
**
*****
Excerpt:
Captain Hugh Wilkes drummed
enthusiastically on the steering wheel of his car as he drove it up the M3
towards London. He sung loudly and tunelessly along to the song on the radio,
too, but it didn’t matter. No one could hear him.
He’d surprised himself by being so
chilled out about the volume of Friday evening traffic. He wasn’t the most
patient of people, so the slow progress should probably have been increasing
his blood pressure, if not leading to full on road rage. But, although he’d
have loved to be actually achieving the speed limit, not bumbling along at a
mere fifty miles per hour, Wilkes was just glad the traffic was moving at all.
Britain’s roads, the motorways in particular, soon came to a standstill if
there was so much as a tiny bump between two vehicles. So any progress was
better than none.
Besides, what could he do about it? His
only other options to get to London from his base in Wiltshire were a train, or
stealing a plane, helicopter or tank. The latter might just cause a little bit
of bother, and mean the end of his army career, not to mention criminal
charges. The former meant cramming in amongst sweaty, disgruntled commuters. If
that wasn’t bad enough, he’d be charged an extortionate amount to do so,
probably wouldn’t even get a seat, and would likely be subjected to delays.
At least driving took him from door to
door, with plenty of personal space. And if there were delays, well, he could
sit them out from the comfort of his own vehicle, with the climate control set
to the perfect temperature, and the radio blasting some of his favourite tunes.
The next song was even better, and
Wilkes’ tuneless wailing became more enthusiastic, as did the drumming on the
steering wheel. He was in one hell of a good mood, and if he was truthful with
himself, he knew it wasn’t just the fact the M3 was moving at a nice pace. It
wasn’t the Friday feeling, either. Sure, both of those things were contributing
to his happiness, but the main reason he was grinning like a buffoon was the
thought of what awaited him in the capital. Or rather, who.
Rustam Balkhi. His gorgeous Afghan
boyfriend, whom he’d met out in Afghanistan while they were working together
for the British Army. Now, with their tour of duty over and the forces’
presence pulled out of the country, the two men had returned to England. Wilkes
had gone back to his regular army life in Bulford Camp, near Salisbury. Balkhi
was in London, where he’d recommenced the medical training he’d postponed to
become an interpreter for the Brits.
The past few weeks had been somewhat of
a whirlwind. Wilkes’ return to the UK had been straightforward, but Balkhi had
had to jump through some hoops in order to get back onto his medical course.
He’d been willing to start from scratch, but it’d seemed like an awful waste of
time, so Wilkes had spoken to his superiors, who’d explained to the university
what important work Balkhi had been doing. Fortunately, they’d been persuaded
of Balkhi’s commitment and character, and allowed him to pick up where he’d
left off. That settled, Balkhi had to pack up, travel back to the UK, find
somewhere to live, move in… and all before the start of the next academic term.
Wilkes had felt terrible. His return had
taken place a few weeks before Balkhi’s, so although he’d been granted some
leave for R&R, he hadn’t been able to either spend it with Balkhi, or to
use it help him with his relocation. By the time Balkhi had set foot on British
soil, Wilkes was back to work. And, given nobody knew about the two of them, or
even that Wilkes was gay, he couldn’t exactly ask for more leave in order to
help his boyfriend move into his new flat.
Life had conspired against them ever
since, so this was the first opportunity they’d had to see each other since
saying goodbye in Afghanistan all those weeks ago. They’d communicated via
email, text message and phone calls, but it just wasn’t the same. Especially
since they’d gone from seeing each other every single day for the best part of
six months to not setting eyes on each other for weeks on end.
Wilkes had struggled terribly in the
interim. Life had been tough enough while they were still out in the desert.
After weeks and weeks of trying desperately to ignore their growing attraction,
they’d finally given in to it. It had been stupid and risky, but, having
quickly realised there was more to their attraction than the physical, they’d
decided to carry on their relationship in secret while they were in
Afghanistan, see how it went, and figure things out once Wilkes’ tour of duty
was over. Balkhi had always intended to return to the UK for his studies, so
they would, at least, be living in the same country.
*****
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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