#MidWeekTease with am unhappy Lindsey and a man at the end of his tether.

Welcome once more to the midweek wakeup and smell the coffee time, #MidWeekTease

this week I'm teasing you with a peek into The Furnace Man, a Death Isle story, by my alter ego, Kera Faire, which should be out from Evernight in April

blurb...

Don’t piss off the furnace man.

It might be a standing joke around the glass factory— he’ll mix you with the sand and burn you, leaving nothing left to discover—but Lindsey Earnshaw is about to find out the truth behind it.

Placed there to spy on the place on behalf of the government, a warning message brings forth not only a dead body, but also the one man she’s never forgotten.

Michael Hoult cannot believe his eyes, when his ex-wife turns out to be the receptionist on duty. Having to drug her in order to not blow his cover will not earn him her renewed submission, neither will whisking her away to the Death Isle.

Duty first, though. It cost him his marriage all those years ago, but with Lindsey now working for the same side, can they not only catch a killer, but also rediscover each other?

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And your tease...

 Lindsey sighed and her breath tickled his palm. Michael lifted his hand warily as she smiled sadly. “I accept that you’re not cheating on me with a woman.” She half laughed. “Or a bloke, but it’s not going to change, is it? You are cheating me out of something. Whatever it is you do, and please grant me the intelligence to know it’s not just all whisky related, you’re not going to share it with me. That’s cheating in my book.”

 He shrugged as if his heart wasn’t splintering into tiny little bits that bombarded him with pain. The sort of pain he didn’t know was possible to receive and still stay upright. “I can’t tell you anything. There’s nothing to tell.”

She shook her head and bit her lip. Her face was white, her expression resolute. “Really?” she said skeptically. “I’m sorry Michael. More sorry than you’ll ever know, but I can’t stay in a marriage where one of the partners isn’t open and honest,” she added, sadder than she thought possible. “I accept you’re not playing away, but you’re doing something you’re not sharing with me. I can’t live like that, always wondering, never sure. Hell you might be a spy or a bloody drug dealer, for all I know about it.”

 Little did she realize. “I despise drugs and anyone who has anything to do with them.”

 “So you’re a spy.’ She laughed and thankfully didn’t look at him. “That’ll be right. So Mr. Bond, go and make someone else’s life hell. I’m there already.”

He had a nasty suspicion he was about to join her, but he had to make one last plea for another chance.

“Lin…oh shit.”  His phone blared out its insistent answer me now noise. “I’d better take this.” It had to be his proper boss. He recognized the tone.

 “Yeah oh shit,” she mimicked. “Story of our life, eh? Your phone rings and you disappear. Well hey I’ll save you the need to think up a reason why a director of a whisky company has to go to Bora Bora or Tierra Del Fuego or wherever. I’ll go first, and not to there. Where I go will be up to me. And no, I won’t bother to tell you where or why either.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed his three day old stubble. “I could say so long it’s been good to know you.” She swallowed and the noise was like a death knell to him. “But I’m not sure at the moment if that is true or not.”

Michael watched, silent and unmoving as she took one step back, then another, before she turned around. Her eyes glistened with tears and two red spots showed on her otherwise ashen cheeks.

“I did love you,” she said softly. “But it wasn’t enough, was it?”

Don’t go. But he didn’t say it aloud. What right had he to beg her to stay? In a marriage where he was away more than he was home, and he told more lies than truths.

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#MidWeekTease Where I get into reflective mood

...and decide to share some thoughts on towels...

It's a short and sweet excerpt today from The Furnace Man my WIP

Where Lindsey and Michael have gone to Dark Isle, and wonder what's going to happen next...

(unedited word vomit)

The bathroom door opened and his heart missed a beat as Lindsey wandered into the bedroom, covered from just above her breast to mid thigh in a large towel. As she walked it opened, showed a tantalizing hint of the top of her legs, but sadly not quite enough to show what was hidden above there. She held another towel in her hands and rubbed it over her hair in an absent manner as she moved further into the room.

“Nice view care to drop the towel?” He drawled the words, careful not to sound too dominant. Hopefully that would come later. Once they had sorted everything out.

She gaped and lifted her head. Then with what could only be called a mischievous smile swung the towel in her hands in a circle about her head, and threw it insouciantly onto the bed. The towel around her torso stayed firmly in place.

 “There,” she purred the word, and his cock threatened to split the zipper on his jeans So bloody come hither and teasing. “Hows that?”

This is book six of the Dark Isle, by Kera Faire my dark side. All the books out, are available from Evernight Publishing.

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#MidWeekTease Where Lindsey discovers she is still suceptable...

Hi all, and welcome to this weeks #MidWeekTease

I'm teasing from my WIP. No name as yet, except the working title is Lindsey's story

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When Lyndsey is asked by her boss, the mysterious Darke, to take the night receptionist’s job at a glass factory she wonders what is going on.

She soon finds out.

There’s a standing joke around the factory. Don’t piss off the furnace man. He can mix you with the (Composite) and burn you. There won’t be anything left to discover.

But Lindsey has to do her job... and hope she misses the fire. Can Michael help her, or will he crash and burn as well?

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your #MidWeekTease (unedited word vomit) 

Shit and hellfire. Why did she fell like crap again? Why was the earth moving? And why did she hate the word why? If it were possible Lindsey would have sniggered. Why was the one word that rarely got a straightforward reply, it was longer than she cared to remember since the earth had moved for her, and it was unlikely that was this her lucky day. Was she at last getting some… Her brain began to function. Why was her bed on a slant and her pillow both soft and rock hard. Almost like a shoulder.

A shoulder. Not a pillow a shoulder. What the hell? With difficulty Lindsey opened her eyes. Darkness. Pitch black darkness. Like a velvet shroud.

 Nope. Do not think of shrouds.

 However, darkness? She couldn’t have slept until it was night time surely? And she had to be at work and be on the look out for dead bodies… Dead Bodies.

Voices filtered into her consciousness. Something about pigs and who was on duty. Someone laughed, and it wasn’t a pleasant sound.

“Pigs, and Mac I think.”

Another voice this time; one she didn’t recognize. A hint of a scots accent maybe? The only person she’d met in the organization with that accent was Darke and that was definitely not him.

“He was just saying they were in need of fresh meat.”

“This meat is rotten to the core,” Michael said with a hint of laughter in the timbre of his voice. “Poor pigs.”

“Ach, they’ll eat anything fresh, you know them.”

Pigs? Fresh meat? God; am I in a horror film and no one’s told me? Lindsey moaned and tried to see. Something was covering her eyes surely? It couldn’t be pitch black. Not in England. Street lights, shops, Traffic lights, light pollution. Even in the country there was always a glow from somewhere.

“Hold on.” The voice was familiar and definitely who she thought it was.

“Michael.” She made sure it wasn’t a question. The events of what she assumed was the previous night came rushing back to her. “What’s going on?” She did her best to move her arms, and found that they wouldn’t cooperate. “What have you done to me? Sir, we don’t play like this, I’m red…” her voice trailed off as someone snorted with laughter.

“Fuck you,” Lindsey said clearly and defiantly as she realized what she’d said. “We don’t play at all,” she said flatly. “We aren’t a ‘we’ any more.” In truth she wondered if, apart from BDSM they ever had been. There they had meshed in every way possible. Outside their play…she mentally shrugged. What time they had spent together had at first been good. Then as it got less and less and Michael got ever more secretive, suspicion crept in.

 It hadn’t taken long for their play to stop and she issue her ultimatum.

Do not go there. It’s over. Concentrate on now and why.

Somewhere a less arsy chuckle was cut off abruptly. Then she heard a third voice murmur. “That’s your dom cred down the toilet then, mate.”

Who else was with them? Or should that be how many who elses?

“Lins, If you give me five minutes I’ll untie you,” Michael said briskly in a no nonsense way.

No pet for now then. Should that make her happy or sad? Lindsey couldn’t fathom that one out.

“Until we get round this corner,” he added. “And, yeah here we are.” The car, she assumed it was a car, slowed, and her shoulder pillow moved so her cheek rested on a leather headrest

“Oh good,” she said sarcastically. “Now if only I knew where here was I could rest happy.”

There was that arsy snort gain. “Pigs in the car are there?” she said sweetly. “Oink, snort and all that.”

“Enough.” That was his Dom’s voice. “Politeness is preferable.”

 “Politeness has to be earned,” She said snippily. “No earning as far as I can hear.”

 She could almost feel his glare, and she shivered. Why was she goading him for a reaction? Would she never learn?

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