Doris has very kindly allowed my alter ego Kera Faire to pop in and chat about her latest book, The End Game
So as Kera is chatting, I’ve sneaked a pair of cymbals in for my grandson. The drums are for later. Snigger
Hi Kera here, Actually I’ve handed over to Milo—or tried to.
Well hello everyone. My name is Milo Dorn. This is the blub for my story…Well, mine and Emma’s
As an undercover operative, your life is not your own and you can’t trust anyone.
Emma MacKay is only too aware of that, but it still sucks when you have to take out a friend’s fiancé, because he’s suspected of being a traitor.
Milo Dorn is more than an undercover operative. He’s one of the dispatchers, secret killers for the department.
When someone is feeding his pigs fresh meat he needs to find answers.
What he finds instead is the woman of his dreams. While the sex is mind blowing, and makes him want to throw away the rule book, he cannot forget the first rule of the game.
Trust no one.
When the truth comes out, can Milo and Emma find a way to each other, or are their jobs an obstacle to high to overcome?
The End Game is on.
So from that you see it’s not easy for either of us to open up and speak about ourselves or our lives.
So, I thought why not get Kera to bare her all?
Er no, not my all, have you seen my wobbly bits. Well no you haven’t and no you don’t want to.
Tough. I’m pulling the Dom card. So with an appropriate drum roll here’s my questions to Kera…
M-What made you decide to write the Dark Isle stories?
K- It was the thought that these men well you and the others, had a dark deep job, that someone had to do to keep the rest of us safe. I wanted to show you weren’t monsters. Rolls eyes Well not all the time sniggers
M- Watch it. So why did you leave me until last?”
K-The best ‘til last? Actually I knew your story would round up the three perfectly. Each story is a story in it’s own right, but yours sums everythnig up.
M- Hmm okay then. So this is it? No more?
K- laughs Never say never. After all you have a fair few new recruits to the team now don’t you? Who knows which of them has a secret to share. I thought Jamie was looking rather serious the other day. And I know for a fact there’s a lady over Balmaha way who might be someone to keep an eye on.
M- Hmm I know you and your ideas. Who will end up on our side and who with the pigs?
K- That’s for me to know and you to find out.
M-So where did you get the idea about feeding the traitors to the pigs? I mean I’m all for it, it’s a win-win situation. The pigs get fed and the traitors get eliminated, but I’m not sure everyone would think it’s ethical.
K- shrug I’m sure they don’t and I’m damned sure if it was made public there’d be hell to pay, but needs must. And you must admit it lets you allow your dominant side come to the fore.
M- Oh yeah…
K- Don’t look at me like that. Save it for Emma.
M- Spoilsport. So, Why Loch Lomond?
K- Why not? I live in Scotland, it’s a nice big loch. Plenty of space for Dark Isle and you lot. I love setting books in places I know, and lets face it I don’t have to go far to check things out.
M- laughs True enough. So mabe anthoer Dark Isle book. Anything else?
K- well I’ve one Regency Vampire book out, and might just might have an ides about a Country House party. We’ll see.
M- And Raven?
K- Oh she’d got so much on I lose track. Last I heard she was muttering about Barbados and Pirates. We’ll see.
M- Oh yeah. Well I need to go back to my lady, but hey are you going to share a wee bit of our story?
K- Well… grins How about the bit where Emma bests you and ooft
M- I knew I’d need to put my hand over your mouth sooner or later. Just share a different bit eh?
So here’s the snippet…
Her arm was twisted up her back and before she realized, he moved, stood and brought her with him until she was held so high her toes only just reached the ground. One of the failings of only being five foot and a few inches.
“You imbecile, let me down.” Shit, why couldn’t she sound more assertive? What was it about his voice that made her inner sub want to kneel and do as he demanded?
He laughed. “Now why would I do that, eh? When I come across a trespasser who’s hidden her canoe, and deliberately ignored keep out signs I want answers.” He lifted her a few inches higher and her feet swung in the air as he shook her like a dog.
Bloody hellfire. Her head whirled. Who was this guy? None of her research had unearthed a Neanderthal, but he held her in the air like she was a puppet. A tiny inconsequential one at that. For the first time, Emma wondered if she had dropped herself right in it and might end up as the pigs’ dessert.
“Answers, sweet cheeks. Straightforward honest ones. And I’ll warn you, if I don’t like them, I’m not a happy bunny and I’m always happy to give a punishment flogging.”
Flogging, shit no. So why was her clit stinging and pussy wet?
“Answers, sweet cheeks, and now. Who are you and why are you here?”
“Lost.” One minute she was looking up at the sky, the next her head was a few inches above the dark water of the loch.
Not the best answer, maybe. Perhaps I should ask for the flogging.
“Not good enough.” He dipped her lower.
“All you’ll get though.” She held her breath as she expected the water to cover her head.
It didn’t but it did lap at her chin. Oh watch it Em. You’re on a sticky wicket here. He holds all the cards.
“Somehow I don’t think so. Not unless you fancy a night pegged out and the midges around.”
“Bugger off.” Sodding hell, when was she going to learn to button her lip, or in other words, shut the fuck up? When she got the admittedly rare chance to be her inner sub, she might be bratty but never suicidal.
This time the water went into her nose and Emma fought the sudden influx of fear. Luckily for her, she was pulled up before she was in deep trouble and bit her lip to stop herself saying something that could get her head down and becoming a bottom feeder like some of the tiny fish that lived there.
“Cat got your tongue?” he mocked her.
She had to have a smart comeback didn’t she? “Catfish more like.”
To her amazement, he laughed. “Oh god, trust me to grab a gabby one. So, sweet cheeks.” He swung her like a pendulum until she was the right way up, and pressed to him like a limpet to a rock. “I can keep this up as long as I have to.”
Well something was hard, and very definitely up.
Grief, how the hell could she think of things like that at that moment in time?
’Cos I’m fucking crazy.
Emma opened her mouth and he stopped anything that might have come out by putting his own mouth over hers. The shock of arousal that filled her had her still for a moment. Glory be, her knickers were wet—and they’d been nowhere near the water—and her nipples had suddenly reminded how they liked to try and punch a hole in her top when she was turned on. She couldn’t help but moan a little.
“That’s it, sweet thing, let me have you.”
She found her voice. “Have me? What the fuck?”
“Yeah let’s fuck,” the tree said thickly. “Here now you and me, come on.” He nibbled up her neck, moved and somehow she found herself flat on her back again, this time with her hands tied behind a handy gorse bush.
She couldn’t help it. Emma moaned and wriggled so his cock was level with her clit. “I don’t fuck with strangers.” Shit, was that arousal-filled voice really her? She sounded like a cross between a porn star and a corncrake with a sore throat.
He laughed, and boy now her juices coated her thighs and her camo pants were chafing.
“We won’t be strangers once we’ve fucked.” He shifted over her just enough for his dick to run over her clit.
Shit, even that, through however many layers of clothes sent a zing and more than one sting from her pussy to her nips and back again. Emma sighed. Where was her common sense? Away with the mixer. Or her canoe.
“Condoms.” Was that now thready voice really her? “Clean and healthy.”
“Oh yeah to all of it. So what about you?”
How dare he? But then she’d asked the same thing, hadn’t she? “Of course. Dammit, who are you?”
“Your next fucker.”
She laughed. Oh shit this banter is too arousing to be real. “Fucker definitely, but mine? In your dreams. Go fuck yourself.”
He grinned. “Been there, done that, got the t-shirt and the sore wrist repetitive strain injury to show for it. Now I want to fuck you instead.”
Emma held back a grin and then a yelp as he bit one nipple through her clothes. It was no gentle nuzzle and tease, it was a full on mark of possession. She’d have the bruise to prove it, she was certain. “Shit, you’re bloody sure of yourself when I’m stuck with my hands tied behind a bush aren’t you?” It should have come out snarky. It didn’t.
“Yeah, so bite me.”
Emma made her mind up. “Oh, I intend to.” She purred the words. “Maybe not where you want me to, though.”
The tree laughed. “I’d chance it.” He sat up on her legs and ran one callused thumb over her cheek. “Sadly not at the moment. Come on, you’ve questions to answer.”
The End game is available from Evernight Amazon Amazon UK ARe Bookstrand