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.Table of ContentsCONSCIOUS DECISIONS OF THE HEARTBlurbCopyright AcknowledgementDedicationProloguePart IChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightPart IIChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenChapter EighteenPart IIIChapter NineteenChapter TwentyChapter Twenty-oneChapter Twenty-twoChapter Twenty-threeChapter Twenty-fourChapter Twenty-fiveChapter Twenty-sixChapter Twenty-sevenChapter Twenty-eightChapter Twenty-nineChapter ThirtyChapter Thirty-oneChapter Thirty-twoAbout the AuthorTrademarks AcknowledgmentMLR PRESS AUTHORSGLBT RESOURCESCONSCIOUS DECISIONS OF THE HEARTMore Heat Than the Sun, Book TwoJOHN WILTSHIREmlrpresswww.mlrpress.comNikolas’s dark past calls to him, inexorably dragging him back into its seductive embrace.While he goes on an errand of mercy to Russia, Ben travels to Denmark to learn Nikolas’s language.Convinced Russia’s vastness will swallow Nikolas, Ben doesn’t see the enemy much closer to home.Thinking he has lost Nikolas, Ben then makes a terrible decision that threatens to destroy everything they have together.Focused on this very personal horror, bound by a new level of commitment, they have no idea that a greater threat is coming.And when it arrives, it changes everything—even the definition of commitment.Copyright AcknowledgementThis book is a work of fiction.Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Copyright 2014 by John WiltshireAll rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.Published byMLR Press, LLC3052 Gaines Waterport Rd.Albion, NY 14411Visit ManLoveRomance Press, LLC on the Internet:www.mlrpress.comCover Art by Deana JamrozEditing by Christie NelsonPrint ISBN #978-1-60820-945-3ebook formatIssued 2014This book is licensed to the original purchaser only.Duplication or distribution via any means is illegal and a violation of International Copyright Law, subject to criminal prosecution and upon conviction, fines and/or imprisonment.This eBook cannot be legally loaned or given to others.No part of this eBook can be shared or reproduced without the express permission of the publisher.To Karen M, who will know why.PROLOGUEFour o’clock in the morning wasn’t a good time to be thinking about torture.Ben Rider’s mind had come to the subject circuitously from thinking about the stranger sleeping alongside him—the man whose blond hair was sliding silkily through his fingers as he stroked it, the man whose warm, lean length was pressed entirely to him.Thinking about this stranger had led Ben to think about the difference between the person he’d believed him to be, an aloof, austere diplomat, and the man he actually was—the man Ben had discovered him to be.Aleksey Primakov.What things had Aleksey Primakov done in his life to lead him to this place? Ben knew some things now, a little about his childhood in Denmark, more about how he’d come to England on an assumed name and stolen life.What about the time between? Trying to fill in this gap had led Ben to think about torture.He knew a little about Spetsnaz training—know your enemy and all that.Regular Spetsnaz officers were trained using the theory of empty barrels—the deeper you dragged them down under the surface the harder and faster they rose.But sometimes these men were dragged so far down into degradation and pain they were in danger of bursting from the external pressure.There’s only so much dignity you can strip from a man in training before all he can think about is suicide—or murder.Consequently, every Spetsnaz officer left training with a vast charge of malice ready to discharge like lightning from a thundercloud.And these were the regular officers.Ben was also aware of the…others.The ones more fearful, whose reputation still scarred the terrible mountains of Afghanistan.These were the interpreter officers, the intelligentsia of Special Forces.Fluent in many languages, the man breathing softly against Ben’s ear would have been an ideal candidate to join this specialised group within the most elite of the vast Soviet army.But perhaps it wasn’t his skill at languages, his education and his intelligence that had suited him to the interpreter officers—if, indeed, he’d been one.Perhaps it was the knowledge he’d gained surviving for five years as a teenager in Soviet prisons.After all, it wasn’t every man who could calmly drive nails into an enemy’s head to extract information, split tongues snake-like to terrify, fill lying mouths with hot coals to encourage truth…Had this man done that?And what, Ben reflected, did it say about him that only a few hours ago he’d told this man that nothing he ever did or said would drive him away? That even if that bolt of malice discharged against him and he was killed, he’d return from death, still wanting.He tightened his arms around the sleeping man and returned to his thoughts about torture.He suspected he wasn’t as skilled in the art as this man, but if the meeting in the morning went wrong, there wouldn’t be a thundercloud big enough to contain his malice.Torture?It was the least of the things he’d now do to keep this man safe.And his.PART ICHAPTER ONEBen didn’t understand the call Nikolas made to Gregory Malenkov to set up the meet, because the conversation, what there was of it, was in rapid-fire Russian.He caught the occasional word, but he learnt more from watching Nikolas’s expression—which wasn’t happy.But then, neither of them expected what they were trying to do to be easy.When he was done, Nikolas tossed the burner phone he’d used onto the bedside table and lay back, his arms folded under his head.“So, we meet.I suggested dinner.We have some time to kill, therefore.”Ben sat on the bed next to him and ran his thumb lightly over the very recent scars on Nikolas’s thigh.“You in pain?”Nikolas shook his head.“Nothing I can’t bear.”“Oh, you’re so brave.You’re my hero, you know that, right?”“Don’t be facetious, child.Stroke a little higher.”Ben smiled and did as he was told.§ § §“You’re not coming tonight, by the way.”“Hmm.”“Benjamin, are you listening to me?”Ben lifted his head.“Yep.This is me giving you one hundred percent of my concentration.”Nikolas arched his back with pleasure, but persisted, “Stop it.I’m being serious.I must meet him this evening on my own.Your presence would only complicate things.”Ben ignored him and continued with his more interesting activity.It didn’t take long for Nikolas’s thoughts to return to this as well.§ § §Sometime later and recovering, long, elegant fingers in Ben’s hair, Nikolas returned to his theme.“He’s a master of manipulation.He’ll twist the truth until it screams and begs for mercy, and when he lets it go, all you’ll see are the lies that remain [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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