Blog Tour ~ Enemy Within by Tal Bauer ~ (Review, GuestPost + Giveaway)

Title:  Enemy Within

Series: The Executive Office, Book 3

Author: Tal Bauer

Publisher:  Self-Published

Release Date: 3/28/2017

Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 176K

Genre: Romance, Thriller/Suspense

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Synopsis

The White House, infiltrated.

The president, running for his life.

A traitorous general, intent on burning the world to the ground.

When everything falls apart, who do you trust?

President Jack Spiers fled Washington DC on the heels of a devastating attack on CIA headquarters, masterminded by one of America’s own, former General Porter Madigan. While the world believes Jack was killed in the bombing, he embarks on a wild infiltration mission, smuggling himself into occupied Russia to rescue the love of his life: former Secret Service Agent and First Gentleman Ethan Reichenbach.

Reunited, Jack, Ethan, and deposed Russian president Sergey Puchkov, along with President Elizabeth Wall—the only person left in Washington DC who Jack trusts—must work together. They piece together a desperate plan, hunting Madigan to the ends of the earth and the bitter frigidity of the Arctic, where Madigan’s world-shattering doomsday plan comes together.

Outnumbered, outmaneuvered, and outgunned, Jack, Ethan, Sergey, and the rest of the team struggle to put a stop to Madigan and his army. In the desolate extremes of the Arctic, their resolve, their strength, and even their love is tested, pushed to the absolute limits as choices must be made: choices that pit the fate of the world against the love in their hearts, and the loves of their life.

As the world crumbles around them, Jack and Ethan find themselves waging a war on two fronts—against an enemy they can see, and another, hiding within their ranks.

Who can be trusted when the enemy is within you?

Excerpt

The sounds of the convoy coming alive in the frosty morning started clattering through their patch of snowy forest. Grumbled Russian, slamming doors and squeaky metal hinges, the crackle of logs in a fire, and the clang of pots and pans that Vasily insisted on bringing from Volga.

Jack nuzzled at Ethan’s neck, and the roughness of his beard, grown thick in the five days they’d been on the road, scratched over Ethan’s skin just before Jack dropped a kiss beneath his jaw. “Morning, love.”

Ethan smiled down at him, de-cocked his pistol, and slid it into his hip holster beneath their blankets. He wrapped both arms around Jack as Jack turned and faced him. “How are you? Are you warm enough?” As Ethan spoke, his breath clouded the air between them.

“I’m good.” Jack peeled off his gloves beneath the blankets and snaked his warm hands up under Ethan’s jacket and sweater. His gentle, searching fingers found the long line of ragged stitches in Ethan’s side.

Ethan flinched.

“Sorry. You know we need to check them.” Carefully, Jack felt around the stitches, testing the skin, and then rested his palm over the top of the mostly-healed wound. “No heat. No swelling. No pus. No infection.” He smiled. “You had me worried after yesterday.”

Ethan ducked his head, his cheeks warming. While rummaging through an abandoned barn, he’d walked right through a rotted-out baseboard and fallen into a cellar, into the rough, loose earth. Not his finest moment. They’d wrangled some supplies, but he’d come away filthy and bruised, his ego smarting. Jack’s worried eyes and his gentle ministrations after they’d stopped for the night had helped sooth the ache.

Jack’s gaze darted over Ethan’s face, searching. He frowned. “Did you get any sleep?”

“Some.”

“Liar.” Arching an eyebrow, Jack sat back but kept his hands under Ethan’s clothes and on his skin. “You should let me watch over you at night, too.”

“I’d rather do it. I have you close to me.” He patted his hip and his holstered weapon. “I have constant protection on you all night long. There’s no way anyone can get to you. Not without going through me.”

“Literally.” Jack smiled, but it faded fast. “I’ll drive during the day again. Rest, and let me watch over you.” He squeezed Ethan’s hip as if to emphasize his point.

Ethan nodded, and the corners of his lips quirked up. This was new, this give and take of caretaking and watching out for each other. In DC, at the White House, there had been their jobs and their duties and the world to react to. They took care of slights and wounds inflicted by the press, their suits and ties a kind of armor against the world. Out in the wilderness, in the forest, they’d fallen into a different kind of caretaking. A sharing of two lives, each supporting the other’s existence. It was primal, in a way, how they had fused together. Half of his life was in Jack’s hands, and instead of feeling vulnerable, it was the most natural feeling in the world. “Deal.” Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to Jack’s lips.

A question hovered in the forefront of Ethan’s mind, weighing on his thoughts. Every morning, he felt the weight of his secret resting over his heart: two rings, made before the world fell apart around them. Some moments, asking Jack was on the tip of his tongue, ready to tumble from his lips with his next breath. He forced himself to swallow the words. Not yet. It wasn’t the right time. Not yet.

Jack leaned into Ethan, and his hands wound around Ethan’s back beneath his sweater. “At some point, we won’t be sleeping in this jeep anymore,” he whispered into their kiss. “We’ll have room to stretch out… share a sleeping bag…”

Smiling, Ethan pulled off his gloves and brought his hands up to Jack’s face, his thumbs caressing Jack’s cheeks. “We don’t need a sleeping bag…” One hand snaked around Jack’s neck, and the other dropped to his hip.

In a flash, he flipped Jack, laying him on his back across the bench seat. Jack wrapped his legs around Ethan’s waist as Ethan slid his hands through Jack’s blond strands.

Jack grabbed his shoulders and pulled Ethan closer, his legs tightening and holding Ethan in place. He captured Ethan’s lips, kissing greedily as his hips rocked upward. Even through the layers they wore, Ethan felt Jack’s hard cock, pressing against his own.

“I want you,” Jack breathed.  “I want you to make love to me.”

Ethan’s blood burned, searing through his body from his head to his toes, and part of him wanted to tilt Jack’s head back and ravage his throat, work his way down, unwrap him like a present until he found his cock. Suck him deep. Work him open with his tongue until Jack begged for more, and then sink his cock into Jack’s warm, tight body. Jesus, he wanted Jack. So much.

The springs on the jeep’s suspension squeaked with their rocking, and the tires groaned and crunched against the snow on the ground. In the distance, low chuckles sounded, and one catcall.

Deflating, Ethan dropped his forehead to Jack’s chest. He rode Jack’s deep, heaving breaths and listened to his racing heartbeat. “I don’t want an audience when I make love to you again.”

Jack’s legs dropped, one falling over the back of the front seat, and the other squishing against the window. His hands stroked over Ethan’s back and tangled in his hair. “I don’t want to have to be quiet.”

“Jesus.” Ethan gripped Jack and surged against him, thrusting against his hard cock once more. “That’s not helping.”

Smiling, Jack rocked his hips up once and then scooted backward, propping himself up on his elbows as Ethan sat back and tried to straighten out his clothes. A prominent bulge strained the front of his cargo pants. He ached, nearly painfully hard for Jack.

From the center of the camp, Scott called, “Coffee’s ready if you are!”

Rumbling laughter, deep and throaty, from nearly all the men.

Shaking his head, Jack started to pull himself together next to Ethan and fished out his balaclava from the pocket of his cargo pants. Outside of the jeep, he wore a full-face balaclava and, on their drive, he kept everything but his eyes covered. Ethan insisted, and Scott and Sergey both backed him up. The members of their convoy, of course, knew who Jack was, and just after Jack had shown up, Sergey had delivered a scathing speech in Russian to his people that had had even Ethan flinching, though he didn’t understand a word that had been said. But, they were traveling through a war zone, parts of Russia that were contested in the coup, under attack from Moroshkin’s forces, and that had been bombed by the United States and other nations, all trying to stop Moroshkin.

Who knew what was out there, or who was out there. Jack was, to the world, brain dead in Bethesda Naval Hospital. A front-page picture of him alive and well in Russia would go over as well as a nuclear bomb.

“Scott came by?” Jack tucked his undershirt into his pants, taking a moment to readjust. His cheeks were dusted crimson, a faint flush that Ethan wanted to nibble.

“Yeah.” He tore his eyes away from Jack and fanned the bottom of his sweater, trying to cool his body.

“How’d the scouting go?”

“The route is clear for the morning. More abandoned villages. They found fuel and some supplies. Vasily is cooking eggs.” Ethan reached out, and his fingers traced Jack’s spine through his sweater and jacket. “And you should talk to Sergey.”

Turning, Jack stared at Ethan.

“I think Scott’s worried about him.” A tight, strained smile, curved his lips. “And that’s saying something.” Scott’s trust in Sergey, and in their Russian allies, extended from meal to meal. Day to day, hour by hour. If everything came apart, Scott would be the first to say “I knew it”.

“He hasn’t wanted to talk to me.” Swallowing, Jack leaned back with a sigh. His hands dropped to his lap, and he picked at the wool fibers of the balaclava. “He’s kept his distance since Volga. I’m not sure I’m the person he wants to see right now.”

Nodding slowly, Ethan frowned. Sergey’s harsh accusations, thrown at Jack at Volga air base, had been the last direct contact the two had. “After all this time, you think he’s pulling away because of…”

Because of their love? Because he and Jack were together? Because Sergey had been loved by a gay man? Was this some kind of reaction, a fear that falling in love with another man “was contagious”, as he’d hurled at Jack?

“He’s pulled back before.” Jack sat forward, slipped the balaclava over his head. He tugged it down around his neck. “I want to do the right thing by him. I don’t want to piss him off.” He frowned, deep lines furrowing his brow. “But, no matter what else is going on, he’s devastated about losing Sasha. I remember what it felt like when I thought you were dead. I can at least try to talk to him about that.”

Ethan’s chest constricted, and his heart almost seized. Was it only a week ago that he’d thought Jack was dead and gone as well? Never, ever, again. He’d do everything in his power to keep Jack safe, keep him from ever coming to harm. And, he’d never lose faith like that again, either. The darkness that had swallowed him on his race from Saudi Arabia to Russia. The emptiness, the silent scream within his soul. The way he had wanted to die, had begged the world to kill him.

Together. They’d face everything together from now on. No matter what.

Adjusting the balaclava, Jack leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to Ethan’s lips. “Time to face the music, love.”

Ethan pulled out his own balaclava, tugged it down around his neck, and gripped the door handle. They piled out of the back of the jeep, and Ethan caught the smothered grins and barks of laughter sent their way. Scott raised a dented metal mug toward them both. Jack headed for him, and for the small fire on which Vasily was cooking.

One of the Russians who went out with Scott every morning, Aleksey, slid up to Ethan. Middle-aged, Aleksey had been a federal police officer in Sochi and had fought back with Sergey against Moroshkin and Madigan’s forces the night of the coup. Now, he was one of Sergey’s officers in the insurgency. He had a small beer gut and a thick salt and pepper mustache beneath ruddy, pockmarked cheeks, a quick, sharp smile, and perpetually messy hair.

His eyes glittered as he clapped Ethan on the back. “You are good Russian lover!” he crowed. “Quick!”

Others laughed, and Ethan spied Jack smothering his grin and rolling his eyes as he took the coffee Scott offered. Scott shrugged and hid his smile in his next sip.

Ethan clapped Aleksey on the upper arm, smiling along with the others. When he and Jack had first met the men in Sergey’s insurgency, they’d worried about how they would be received. Two men in love in a country where only months before, Sasha had almost been killed for being gay. Another man, Evgeni Konnikov, had been murdered.

Sergey’s men, however, had been nothing but accepting. They were believers in Sergey’s government, after all, and Sergey had made equality a foundational platform of his politics and administration.

They just showed that acceptance through good Russian ribbing and teasing. The more ribald the better.

“If we had actually got going,” Ethan began, winking first at Jack and then sending Aleksey a grin, “we’d be here for days.”

More laughter. Aleksey wagged his finger in Ethan’s face and squeezed his elbow before handing him a cup of bitter, sludgy coffee. Vasily waved him and Jack over, and he scooped the last of the eggs into a scavenged plastic bowl they shared. “I save for you,” Vasily said, pointing to them both.

Jack thanked him. As they ate, Ethan spotted Sergey standing in front of his jeep, his hands resting flat on a spread-out map of Russia draped over the hood with his head bowed low. He looked up, and his piercing gaze fell on Jack. There was a moment where his face flickered, something dark passing through his eyes, but it was gone before Ethan could catch it.

And then, Sergey folded up his map and climbed into the driver’s side of his jeep. He kept his eyes downcast, not once looking at Jack again.

Writing Struggles

As the blog tour winds down, I wanted to reflect on the writing process for Enemy Within.

Man, this book nearly killed me.

After Enemies of the State was released, I was so excited. People actually liked what I had written!? And they wanted more? Color me excited. Enemy of My Enemy just flowed out. I felt like a magician, creating scene after scene after scene. I couldn’t wait to write more. I dreamed scenes at night and composed in my head whenever I was away from my desk. I was captivated by the process. And, Enemy of My Enemy did well! People still liked what I was writing!

I ended Enemy of My Enemy on a pseudo-cliffhanger. Pseudo because Jack and Ethan were back together, and they were on the mend, but because the baddie hadn’t been caught or stopped (yet). The world still hung in the balance. Jack and Ethan were on the run. Sergey and Sasha were separated. Adam was turning away from Faisal again.

So there were plot threads that had to be picked back up. I was super excited about writing them. Bring the guys back together. Showing Sergey’s reactions to Sasha’s revelation, and him still being alive after his mission. Adam and Faisal’s continued journey toward each other, despite everything in their way. Jack and Ethan, and Ethan’s wedding rings.

But I had hit a brick wall.

I don’t know how, or why, but no matter how hard I wanted to write this novel, the words just wouldn’t flow. Writer’s block is not something I usually struggle with, so this was totally foreign to me.

And, I had readers counting on me! Expectations were high after Enemy of My Enemy. I could NOT let my readers down.

But no words were coming. I was stuck. I couldn’t compose a single paragraph.

I knew where I wanted the characters to go. I knew where they were going to end up. I had the outline plotted – but not all the details filled in – and it was those gray, murky areas where I got lost.

What were Jack, Ethan, and the other doing up in the Arctic? Stopping Madigan, yeah. But how?

November passed. December. Readers pinged me constantly. When is book 3 coming out? I can’t wait!

Pressure. So much pressure. Self-inflicted, yes, I totally admit that. The lyrics to “Under Pressure” played on a loop in my mind. I stared at a blank screen. In all honesty, the enthusiasm kept me pumped and motivated. I knew I had to make this book the best one yet. I had to deliver the best in the series, and make all of my readers happy.

And then, finally, in January, everything clicked together. My mad mess of sticky notes on the wall coalesced into a coherent plot. Actions flowed from one another. The characters started chattering away. Scenes developed in my mind.

I sat at my desk and started to write.

And now, it’s out in the world. 😊

Thank you all for supporting me, encouraging me, pumping me up, and most of all, for finding these novels and this series enjoyable! Thank you for reading and reviewing, and for sharing your love of these characters with your friends. Thank you to the bloggers and reviewers who helped this series reach so many peoples’ Kindles. Thank you for loving these guys, as I have loved them.

As Ethan would say, “I’m with you all the way.”

Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart.

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5 Stars 

An amazing finale to this brilliant series, a great ending (hmm...? Or, are there possibilities? Read the book and see!) for Ethan and Jack. And bonus, more of the other guys I've come to know and love – E&J now have serious competition for my affections.

I was lucky enough to be asked to edit and beta this tale for TB, and I feel incredibly honoured to have seen the frankly genius workings of his mind, the way he's brought the entire series to a conclusion, and all the little things and big things that made this tale and this series.

I read the book fairly quickly, because I was, and I make no excuses, craving the romantic stuff (for every single bit of every single couple), then once I had my heart broken by the perfect mix of beauty and pain, and then rebuilt by the magic of TB's Ethan-and-Jack scenes, once I'd appreciated the beauty of Arabic words of love, once I'd been hit by the stoicism and selflessness of the loyal, doomed Sasha, once I'd seen into Sergey's heart and understood his epiphany and once I'd seen into Adam's well-intentioned-but-deliberately-closed-off heart and Faisal's boundless love, faith and optimism, then, and only then, could I slow down and re-read. And, what a read it was.

I missed a lot of detail on my fast read, that became so apparent later when I slowed down and savoured the tale. I ended up googling a lot of stuff to better understand the impact of the words I was reading, and the importance of the imagery and tech-stuff (not a tech term, lol!) that the tale was imbued with, that I was able to ‘insert’ myself into it. The imagery that TB creates is vivid beyond belief, passionate and drawn from research and personal experience and all of that translates into something awe-inspiring. There’s a glossary of some terms used in the tale, which will make you both LOL! and aaah!

I'd also suggest checking out the map provided, as the guys are on a pretty epic journey to save the world, one that’s physically and mentally gruelling, long and detailed. And, I recommend you pay attention to detail. To *all* the details, the little details and cleverly placed...things...clues...from books 1 and 2; stuff that maybe you’d vaguely recalled but had dismissed as isolated incidents. Because, they're not; they're part of TB's, and Madigan's masterplan. If you’ve not recently read the previous books in the series, I’d suggest doing so, because you do not want to miss stuff.

The tale picks up right bang in the middle of action, and tbh, it barely slows down, but that's not to say that TB races through it, as his words and the clarity of the tale make it feel as if the reader is there, on the journey. It starts in the aftermath of Sasha having flown off on his one-way mission to provide more information to Jack, Ethan, Scott and Sergey. It's pretty sombre and it's hard to take Sergey's pain and loss...and his discovery about not only himself, but who and what Sasha was to him, but that was tempered, for me at least, by Ethan and Jack together again, reunited and solid.

(Digressing, sorry, can’t help it - I was all 'Jack has to grovel for what he did' with the ‘bombshell’ in book 2, but from the moment he stopped being US President at the end of book 2, he began to right things between him and Ethan. At the start of this tale, I absolutely, unequivocally believed that they were solid, possibly even more so because their ‘I’m with you all the way’ translated into more than words, so, so much more than words. Looking back at the end of book 2, and having read several Bauer's Bytes on TB's website, I can see more into Jack and why he acted like he did, and tbh, that made him human. And, it made his realisation that Ethan was it for him, all the more important and true. I loved the final scenes of book 2, and I loved the opening ones of this one, showing Ethan in his unwavering faith in Jack, in his endless, deep, deep love for Jack and being so, so protective of him, but also, in Jack’s care for him. I loved how solid they were, how there didn't need to be more words between them for them to know that they were already the 'they' they were meant to be from book 1. For me, TB made them perfect to start with, and then with their scenes together, went on to deliver several more blows to my romantic heart. I'd expected one of the things he delivered, certainly, but the rest of it, I hadn't seen coming, I hadn't expected to have in this tale, and yes, he blew me away with its perfection. Finally, because, hey, clearly, female/romance reader/beta/fan here, I will tell you that there is more than just Ethan and Jack in the romantic aspects to the tale. I can't tell you more or it'd spoil it for you, and you'd miss out on some pretty amazing stuff, but I will re-emphasise that your heart will end up bruised, if not broken, and then rebuilt and filled with warmth and excitement and utter satisfaction).

OK, refocusing - non-romance brain has now been turned back on, so it’s back to the rest of the book. In parts, it’s perhaps more a guy's read than a gal’s, and this is why I suggested slowing down and re-reading. Guys might disagree with me, as they may have the opposite reaction and POV (believe me, there were many 'blonde'/'female brain-drain' moments on my part, but once I re-read, all became clear and with purpose). I loved how detailed the book was, with its imagery, descriptions of the various guys' physical journey/ies (yes, there are several characters’ journeys in it), some spiritual ones and their romantic ones, by the more complex stuff on board the sub (see the Author’s Notes), and in the journey through the Arctic waters, and in the way everything came together to give a watertight read. It’s not often that I read a book and end it thinking that not a single thing has been left unturned, and that I’ve been educated in ways I hadn’t expected, hadn’t realised I was going to be, but utterly appreciated, and that have made me want to find out more. And yes, I did find out more, because I asked questions and googled endlessly. Of course, sometimes the stuff that isn’t said speaks volumes, and in a tale like this, you can’t put it all on a plate and dish it up…there has to be more of a trail for readers’ opened eyes to follow. But everything TB writes has purpose, meaning and passion and is part of the overall, bigger picture. I wouldn’t have changed any part of the book, or the series, despite the hits to my romantic heart.

Another thing that I impacted upon me was the utterly fascinating portrayal of Islam that I read about in this tale. TB included stuff that was integral to aspects of the tale, integral to aspects of his characters and he showed respect and sensitivity, yet no preachiness, no bias either way, and no condescension. I grew up in a multicultural society and have some personal experience of the people, the religion, the rules, the…’rigidity’, and of course, of the spin that media and those who twist Islam to their own interpretation for their own purposes put on it. Here, TB took us back to the basics, with quotes, with facts, via the simple innate, unexpected goodness of 3 characters he created. I came away thinking that my eyes had been opened and that it was up to me to find out more. Again, I’d refer you to his Author’s Notes.

Finally, yes, the tale concludes the arc that started in book 1, but TB's left it with…possibilities for more for so many characters, and believe me, I will beg, plead and possibly even try to bribe him to write more, as quickly as he can. I’m pretty sure he’ll be diving straight back into writing, so look out for a few…surprises in 2017.

Meet the Author

Tal Bauer is an award-winning and best-selling author of LGBT romantic thrillers, bringing together a career in law enforcement and international humanitarian aid to create dynamic characters, intriguing plots, and exotic locations. Tal is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the Mystery Writers of America. Pronouns: They/them & he/him

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