Okay, so if you’ve read any of my books you know MY post is probably about an erotic book and more than likely, lately, it’s M/M. I do have a new M/F shifter romance coming out July 22nd from Decadent, but today we’re talking Military Men. And in my case, the men who love them!
I love the guy on this cover. He’s a great looking army man, don’t you think? He’s got the American flag in the background and it looks like he’s feeling reverent. Maybe he is a little bit. With that body, I’d sure like to help him out with that! But alas, in my story, it’s up to an older, wiser man to help him out of his predicament – aka the closet – even if it’s not the best thing for his career.
Which brings us to a discussion about how hard it is to be gay and have a military career, even these days, when Don’t Ask Don’t Tell is no longer enforced. In my younger years I saw many men – and women – fight their discharge on the grounds of being gay or lesbian, only to lose. The U.S. Army can be an unforgiving place to work and for that reason, I like to celebrate the underdogs who have it the hardest, the gays and lesbians of the U.S. Military. Here’s more about Breaching the Lieutenant:
Blurb:
Second Lieutenant Mark Oates has a lot to learn, both about the U.S. Army and about himself. When a senior officer confronts Oates about his latent homosexual tendencies, he’s backed into a corner and only one man can help him out. Trouble is, can he trust him not to ruin his career plans?
Gunnar Evans was dishonorably discharged from the Army during Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell for his openly gay sexuality. He fought the system and lost, but continues to help the young officers sent to his door discover their hidden desires. When gorgeous hunk Lt. Oates arrives, he knows he must breach the lieutenant’s defenses in order to show him the pleasure he deserves. But once he gains access, he may never want to let him go.
Excerpt PG13:
“Oates, you remind me so much of someone else, it’s hard to ignore. You ever meet Sergeant Evans?”
His mind raced to put the pieces together. The name sounded vaguely familiar. “The protestor?”
“That’s him.” “No, sir.” Henderson leaned back and crossed his legs, as though settling in for a pleasant chat. “Ah well, he was before your time. Great soldier. Absolutely a genius at raids and defensive positions.” He shook his head. “God, I missed him when he fucked it all up.”
“Fucked what up, sir? I thought he was discharged.”
“His career.”
Mark got a bad itch under the collar of his dress shirt and gritted his teeth telling himself to ignore it. He had other, worse problems to tackle just now. “And how does that remind you of me, sir?”
“He made a decision one day that got him tossed out for good. Afterwards, he thought he could fightthe system and win, but nobody wins against the army, Oates.”
“But sir, I’m up for promotion. I’m planning to re-enlist in six weeks– I’m certainly not going to fuck up like this regular enlisted guy did.”
“You might not fuck up, but I’m not going to promote you until I’m sure you’ve got your head on straight.” Finally Henderson stood, vacating the spot on the bed he’d claimed “Some battles are harder than others, Oates.” He flashed Oates a questioning, almost resigned look. “If you’re not even aware where the goal lines are placed, you’re in for a world of hurt.”
Grinding his jaw while listening to the Major didn’t make the words go down any easier. Frankly, they didn’t make any sense. This wasn’t a battlefield; this was his career on the line. “Maybe you’d like to explain to me what I need to do to earn that promotion, sir.”
Henderson crossed to the room’s tiny desk, took a piece of paper and pen, and scrawled something on it. “Here. You go see Sergeant Evans while you’re on leave. Tell him you need a valve adjusted on your car.” He winked. “He’s a damn good mechanic.”
He took the paper and stared at the address in confusion. “My car’s in fine repair, sir.”
“Yeah, but the engine isn’t. I can hear it pinging.” He jabbed a finger at the paper. “You go see Evans, and come on back here. He clears you, and you’re good to go with me. You got that, Soldier?”
Despite his misgivings, Oates snapped-to and saluted. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. See you around the punch bowl.” Henderson left, his steps echoing down the hallway, the sound driving Oates’ heart rate up. Each thump of Henderson’s feet had his chest tightening more.
I see the way you check out guys in the shower room.
You’re head over heels for cock, Oates.
No, it wasn’t true. He couldn’t reconcile being gay with a career in the U.S. Army, and since earning his commission in ROTC, he was army all the way. His breath came quicker, and he spun in a circle with nowhere to turn to avoid the awful truth clawing its way to the surface.
Yes, he looked at men’s bodies, but that didn’t make him gay. He’d never, ever fooled around with a man. But he’d fucked a few women. Enough to know what it was like.
Enough to know I don’t like it.
Nerves on a tightrope, he paced the room rubbing the back of his head. “I’m not gay,” he whispered. “I can’t be.” If he was, everything would be all fucked up.
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This is a *hot* $1.99 read and part of my upcoming Bear series. Hope you like it!
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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