With the release of Cancel Christmas, the second in the series, I immediately thought of approaching Guys Like Romance, Too because Slave gave me such a wonderful review of Yours To Command. They very kindly offered me a blog-spot! Whooo – best present I'll get this year!
Thank you guys!
Cancel Christmas just had to be written because Captain Rory Sumner and Staff-Sergeant Jack (Joachim) Jones wouldn't leave me alone...and I'd sort of fallen in love with them as well.
In Yours to Command they finally got together, having pined after each other and worked in the same section of the Royal Military Police for three years. Was this a HEA or a HFN ending? People needed to know. And MLRPress had already asked me to do a full-length sequel so when the submissions call for the Holidays arrived, we were all set to go. I've missed the Holidays myself when I was in the military so this situation appealed to me and for Jack, who has a loving and supportive family, it would be devastating to have to let them down (again).
We are now three months down the line from that first night when virgin Jack seduced his reluctant boss. Although a novice, Jack is beginning to want to experiment and his decidedly Dom tendencies may not go down well with Rory, who is used to being in charge. They still have to be firmly in the closet at work but are managing to spend some time together off-base.
They're called to investigate a brutal murder on a British army base in Germany. The MPs on-site can't handle it because the victim and the probable suspects are all MPs too. Independent outsiders will have to solve this one. They'll have to go together and they'll have to stay in a hotel, so the chance of some midnight bedroom-hopping is definitely on the cards.
With their plans screwed up they face a complex situation. Who killed the interpreter and was it because he was gay or because he was Muslim? Is there any connection with a fatal incident in Afghanistan just before this group returned from their tour of duty? Why would anyone want to kill someone in this grisly manner when they could just as easily shoot him?
Throughout the novel, the facts of the case are untangled, Jack and Rory do what they do best, they solve crimes...and their relationship deepens and develops as they are away from the prying eyes of their colleagues back home. The secret of why Rory was disgraced and busted down the ranks are finally revealed and it becomes obvious to both of them that this is more than an “office romance”, this is for keeps.
I'm not going to give away spoilers – but despite everything, they get to enjoy the festivities eventually.
I'm giving away the set – “Yours To Command” and “Cancel Christmas” to one lucky commenter and I'm throwing in a challenge – the next book in the series will feature the boys going to France, Spain and America, travelling by car, motorcycle, plane and train...so if you can come up with a really good title for Book Number 3, you will win a copy of the novel when it is published and a dedication! Good Luck!
And now for the excerpt:
“How about a long hot shower together, Rory?”
The older man needed no encouraging and in no time they were in the bathroom, pushing each other into the shower cubicle, giggling and shoving like schoolboys. Rory gazed at Jack’s tall, slim body; his arms well-muscled from competitive swimming; his close-cropped blond hair, so soft and downy under Rory’s fingers when they made love, he shivered with anticipation. Tonight, for once, Jack would be able to stay the night; they would wake up in each other’s arms. He compared his own, stockier frame, covered in dark hair with Jack’s smooth pale skin. They were like chalk and cheese but they were in love.
“Here, let me wash your back,” Jack offered and Rory obediently turned, luxuriating in the hot water cascading over his body and his sergeant’s hands, slippery with shower-gel, gliding over his skin.
They had both been trained in “restrain and detain” techniques but Rory wasn’t expecting it so when Jack expertly flicked Rory’s hands up behind his back, pushing him forward, there was no resistance. The captain found himself with his face up against the hard tiles, unable to move and with Jack whispering in his ear, bending forward, his erection already nudging Rory’s buttocks.
“It’s my turn this time…sir. You’re going to take and I’m going to give and if you struggle, I’ll break your fucking arms, you know I can. I’m going to give you something to remember me by when I’m on leave.”
Rory had never known this side of his lover before. Jack had taken control big time and Rory didn't like it at all, but there wasn’t much he could do about it because the sergeant was right—he could break his arms as easily as blinking in this position, although Rory didn’t think he would.
It was a game, just a bit of rough stuff … wasn’t it?
Jack’s soapy fingers were exploring and penetrating, while the other hand kept Rory immobilized in a grip of steel. The younger man was inexperienced but eager and the situation was exciting him intensely; Rory could tell by the increasing ferocity of his fingering.
“Take it easy, laddie, you’ll split me at this rate!”
“Oh you don’t know the half yet, sir. Who’s a lucky man then? Nice boyfriend with a big dick to screw you senseless? Eh? Don’t worry, I’ll be good to you afterwards but it’s my turn now.”
He was panting as he removed his finger and then thrust hard into Rory, who bit down hard on his lip because Jack was hurting him and he was sure that shouting out would only excite him even more. The younger man was in an ecstasy of domination and came very quickly with a howl of pure triumph, releasing Rory’s wrists as he did so.
Rory turned around slowly, rubbing his aching arms and slapped Jack across the cheek, not too hard but enough to show that he was mightily displeased.
“On your knees, laddie,” he hissed.
Jack slumped to the floor of the shower-cubicle and gazed up at his captain. Despite the pain, Rory was aroused so he guided his cock to Jack’s mouth. Obediently, the blond man opened up but just as his lover was sliding in, an alarm sounded from the living room.
“God-damn and sodding blast it!” Rory recognized the sound. It was his “squawk”, a special cell phone to be used only in emergencies. This meant trouble. He blundered out of the shower and answered the call.
Cancel Christmas is available from MLRP and you can contact me through my website where you can catch up on other competitions, short stories and WIPs.
Wishing you all a very Happy Holiday – even though Christmas can be murder, sometimes!