Welcome to the April Book Brew – Exotic Places!

My novella, Lover Enslaved, a Decadent Publishing 1 Night Stand story, is set in Mumbai, India. It’s a place I’d love to visit someday although if I do, there’s a chance I’ll never come back. I love so much about India, the food, the landscape, the movies, the culture, that I just might stay!

Yes, there is poverty in India, but there is also grandeur. And between the two clashing facets, there’s some romance to be had!

My main character, Arjun, is an Indian prostitute who comes from a place such as this:

He meets an American businessman named Thomas who is an oil company contract negotiator. Thomas has just been fired from his job. He meets up with Arjun thanks to Madame Eve’s famous 1 Night Stand service. It’s not long before he discovers that Thomas is not like the rest of his clients, and his heart aches for a new, more tender love he’s never experienced.

Luckily, Thomas wants to give it to him!

Here’s more about Lover Enslaved.

Stranded for twenty-four hours in Mumbai, India, contract negotiator, Thomas Barkley searches for a man who can make him forget his pain. When a trip through the red light district leaves him cold, he turns to Madame Eve’s service and finds a shot at redemption””but first, he has to survive it.

Indian male prostitute, Arjun Mukesh, begged Madame Eve to set him up for one night of real pleasure. He knows better than to expect anything but a brief hiatus from his miserable life. When Thomas showers Arjun with tender and very real affection, his heart begins to ache for the more than a taste of the life he cannot have. Unfortunately, his boss Ranjeet won’t to let him go without a fight.

Amidst a spray of bullets, Thomas must convince Arjun to take a chance on a new life in America before it’s too late for both of them.

And here’s an excerpt from Lover Enslaved:

“What’s your name?”

“Arjun.”

Thomas swallowed the rich amaretto colored liquid in one go and set the empty on the side table. “Arjun.” He rolled the name over his tongue the same way he savored the spicy smoothness of the Scotch. “Have you always been a…gigolo, Arjun?”

Arjun sat cross-legged on the bed. “Oh yes. I was born into the caste. My mother gave birth to me in a brothel.”

God, this country and its backward system. Arjun will always be seen as lower here. That’s hardly fair. Thomas supposed Arjun’s social class shouldn’t matter to him. He was only there for the night. He picked up the other drink and stood near the end of the bed where Arjun sat. “So? Why did you have to choose the same line of work?”

Arjun blinked at him, his eyes wide. “I told you, I was born into the trade. There were no other choices for me. I started servicing men at the age of twelve.”

Shock rippled up Thomas’ back and disgust churned his stomach. He turned away to hide his face. Twelve years old? My God. They used him. They raped him. Anger simmered, and the need to tear Ranjeet limb from limb sunk its claws deep inside him. He set the glass back down with an unsteady hand.

“What about you? What is it you do for a living?”

He blinked at the man’s bubbly tone, so discordant with the thoughts in his own head it sounded like razor blades cutting stone. Running a hand through his hair, he paced as he tried to recover his tongue. “I…uh…actually just got fired this morning. I don’t have a job.”

Arjun’s lovely lips formed an O. “Luckyyyyy!”

“Ha!” He snorted. He’d never thought of it that way, but he supposed it might be seen as lucky not to have a job at all. Probably depended on the work.

Arjun slipped off the bed to stand before him. “You’re free now. You can do anything you want. I envy you.”

Thomas’ gaze roamed his latte-colored skin, took in the shiny black semi-curls, and settled on his eyes, the color of rich chocolate. He couldn’t help tracing the curve of Arjun’s cheek with his finger then continued the caress down his neck to work his way along the man’s polo shirt collar. He wanted to touch him, kiss him, very much. “I didn’t expect you to be so”¦.”

“Old? If you wish to have a younger man”””

“Beautiful.”

Arjun lowered his lids, his black lashes fanning out.

I’ve embarrassed him. “You remind me of someone,” Thomas admitted, old feelings resurfacing. “Someone I used to love.”

Arjun opened his eyes, cocked his head to the side. “Is it a good memory, or a bad one?”

He frowned “A little of both.”

Arjun nodded sagely. “Yes, that is the way it is. Happiness contains within itself, the seeds of its own destruction.”

He arched a brow. “You sound like a philosopher.”

That earned him an exasperated look. “Hello”¦. You realize you’re in India?”

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Arjun is waiting for you in Mumbai. Come visit!

Thanks for tagging along with me to Mumbai!

Eva

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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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