My latest book, Native Tongue, is something that came about purely because readers asked for it—which is absolutely awesome! I wrote its predecessor, Desert Heat, to go into an M/M military boxed set that was released last year. It’s now out of print and Desert Heat is available as a standalone title, as well as in a two book bundle with Native Tongue—available exclusively on Amazon.
So when people sent emails or messages on social media, or even commented in reviews to say they’d love to read a follow up story, I thought about it. And with each subsequent person that asked for it, I thought about it some more. Eventually when I had a gap in my writing schedule (a rarity these days, I always seem booked up for months in advance!), I was spurred into action.
Then, and only then, did I wonder exactly what I was going to write about. Yes, I already had the characters, but what would the setting be, and what would actually happen? I figured then it’d be great to jump a little way into the future from where we left the boys in Desert Heat, putting them in the backdrop of England and more “regular” lives. Removing the essential secrecy from their relationship would then present a whole bunch of other problems for the boys to overcome. I had a broad idea of what these problems would be, but as is usual with my writing, I didn’t know exactly what was going to happen until the words flowed out of my brain, down my arms and fingers and onto the keyboard. So I just started writing and was very much of the opinion that I’d wait and see what happened.
I’m really pleased with the outcome. Like the first book, it’s not what you’d call a light and fluffy story, but the boys do get to have some more fun this time around, and there’s some seriously hot sex in there as they’re given the opportunity to get up to deliciously erotic things they never have before!
There was some pressure, I felt, this time, to deliver a book that would live up to the last one. Although not all of the comments were good, the ones that were were incredibly enthusiastic about the story and the characters, and those were the people I was really aiming to please. So I was immensely relieved when my beta reader and crit partner, both of whom had read and loved Desert Heat, said that they loved the follow up. I was still nervous, of course, but so far everyone I know that really enjoyed book one has liked this one, too, so I can rest assured I’ve at least pleased fans of Hugh Wilkes and Rustam Balkhi. I’m really hoping to pick up some new fans of the boys along the way, so I hope you’ll check out the book!
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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.
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?
**For those of you that haven’t yet read Desert Heat (which is recommended before picking up this book), there’s a great value two book bundle available exclusively on Amazon, and is FREE to Kindle Unlimited members: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat-native-tongue/ **
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. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
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