Native Tongue by Lucy Felthouse

Native Tongue

by Lucy Felthouse


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.

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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.

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 Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:


The Butterfly House by Lori Meckley

Today I bring you a local girl to my area–Lori Meckley. This is a good example of self-publishing done right. Professionally edited and a kick-ass cover. I’ve loaded this one on my Kindle already.


From the moment Nolan Walker, Owner of Walker Deviant Glass Designs steps into The Butterfly House, he is captivated by her…

She’s known by many as the Lotus at The Butterfly House.

Ava Wild isn’t looking for love, she just wants to lose herself each night. Praying that god will have mercy on her soul.

Will they be friends or something much more…

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About the Author:

Author Lori Meckley lives in Harrisburg Pennsylvania, where she attended Harrisburg Area Community College for her Associates Degree in Criminal Justice and worked law enforcement in the field of private apprehension, background investigation and as a booking agent. Ms. Meckley also shadowed Crime Scene Analyst David Ickler.

The author is currently working on The Awakening of Angela Mercy book 2 in The Butterfly House series due out in December 2013. She is also working on a tie in novel to Morgan’s Diary, “Fragile Ghosts” due the fall of 2014.

How to get in touch with her.

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The Butterfly House: Erotica Meets Heart-Stopping Suspense in Compelling New Novel by Lori Meckley.

Set in New York City, Meckley’s new book proves that the lives of those living in lower Manhattan are as fast-paced and unpredictable as the city itself. Fusing erotic sex with edge-of-the-seat drama and heaps of suspense, ‘The Butterfly House’ is poised to resonate with readers around the world.

Harrisburg, PA – While erotica has seen booming growth in the past two years, many literary experts agree it is time for the genre to see a dramatic shake up. However, a powerful new novel by Lori Meckley is doing just that with gusto.

‘The Butterfly House’ takes all that is great about erotic fiction, uniquely melding it with undertones of gripping suspense, urban mystery and a unique narrative that will bring sweat to the palms of even the hardiest of readers.

As the author explains, she wanted to give the adult reading audience an experience that is wholly-refreshing and unique.

“Nobody can argue with the popularity of erotic fiction. However, at the same time, many authors appear to be recycling the same concepts and creating stagnancy within the genre. My intention was to mix everything up, whip it into a unique narrative and throw readers in at the deep end so they can experience it as if they were there,” says Meckley, a prolific writer.

Continuing, “I wasn’t sure what to expect during the writing process, but found myself sucked in right from the first page. It was almost as if the story wrote itself and I hope this vivid imagery will also rub off on my audience.”

It appears it is. In fact, since its launch, the book has attracted a consistent string of rave reviews.

“This book is refreshingly done, it’s written in first person, which is hard to do, and actually do it well. Ms. Meckley does a fine job of weaving a sensual, erotic tale. There is suspense and mystery as well. For me there were no slow parts, it flowed well, and I will happily read more of the story. Well done,” says one reader, reviewing the book on Amazon.

Pamela M. McGuire was equally as impressed, adding, “With each book Lori Meckley’s writing just gets better and better. This new offering has IT ALL. We have innocence, evil, sweetness and a bit of smut. Nolan is swoonworthy and Ava is just the sweetest heroine a book worm could ask for. The sexual tension is  so sharp you can cut it with a knife and there is mystery and romance and suspense!! I could just go on and on. Loved this book!!”

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One Hot Snippet: Sasha’s Gift #SexySnippets

Here I am again with another Sexy Snippet! Be sure to check them out on Facebook and tip toe through some other sexy seven sentence snippets by visiting the Sexy Snippets Blog.

Today I bring to you a seven sentence snippet of Sasha’s Gift. Enjoy!

[Sasha] wanted to savor the taste of his lover. He nipped at the tender flesh and dragged his tongue along the entire length.  His gaze travelled upward to take in Cassidy’s hooded stare and tight grip on the belt.

Again he devoured the cock and buried it to the base of the shaft. His piercing tickled the underbelly as his tongue twitched. The small round end of his piercing glided up the shaft as he eased the cock slowly out of his mouth before slamming it back in. The belt around his neck tightened a bit but eased as Sasha increased his pace.

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