1 Night Stand

By Eva Lefoy

I’m so excited to bring you my very first 1Night Stand story, Lover Enslaved: 24 Hours in Mumbai.

If you like Bollywood, if you like curry, if you like hot sex and tender MM romance, this one’s for you! Here’s the blurb for my boys:

Stranded for twenty-four hours in Mumbai, India, contract negotiator, Thomas Barkley searches for a man who can make him forget his pain. When a trip through the red light district leaves him cold, he turns to Madame Eve’s service and finds a shot at redemption—but first, he has to survive it.
   Indian male prostitute, Arjun Mukesh, begged Madame Eve to set him up for one night of real pleasure. He knows better than to expect anything but a brief hiatus from his miserable life. When Thomas showers Arjun with tender and very real affection, his heart begins to ache for more than a taste of the life he cannot have. Unfortunately, his boss Ranjeet won’t to let him go without a fight.
   Amidst a spray of bullets, Thomas must convince Arjun to take a chance on a new life in America before it’s too late for both of them. 

Now doesn’t that sound like trouble? It sure does to me. Ranjeet is not the kind of boss I’d like to have, that’s for sure. He’s a bit…mean. Humorless. And he has a bad habit of snarling insults at my hero, Thomas. Bad boss! Boo! 

Just to show that Thomas is a MUCH nicer guy, I bring you the following excerpt from Lover Enslaved:

Thomas slicked his hands with oil, turned around, reached for Arjun’s backside and froze. His heart stopped beating and his breathing halted. Time slowed to an eternal crawl. A sob worked its way up his throat as he traced a shaky finger along one of the deep welts. Then another. And another. All good things in life died for him at the sight of the scars. Everything fair and light vanished. 

Following the line of marks down Arjun’s back and thighs, he winced.

This is too much. He’s endured way too much. The sight brought back choking memories of the violence done to Rashid. The guilt and shame of not being able to save him flooded back, and he burned with the conviction that whoever had hurt Arjun needed to pay. Right here, right now. 

“Who did this to you?” 

Arjun raised on one elbow and half-turned to meet his gaze. The playfulness in the hustler’s eyes had dimmed, but his voice still sounded airy and singsong. How the hell does he do it? “Ranjeet. And sometimes...my clients…they...want to make love violently.” 

Tears threatened at the thought of someone injuring Arjun to get his kicks and he forced them not to roll down his cheeks unabated. The sting of holding them back hurt but not nearly as much as the pain Arjun had most certainly suffered. 

A shadow of resignation crossed Arjun’s face. “It’s the way of my life, Thomas. This is how men are supposed to treat me.” 

“No. No it’s not.” The sob finally broke loose and he wrapped both arms around the wounded man, clutching him gently, burying his face in his neck. His scent, his warmth, called to places inside Thomas long forgotten. He pulled Arjun closer bringing his mouth to his ear. “Those were not men. Let me show you how a real man makes love.” 

Ooh and then he does! 

This book has been burning up the Amazon sales all day yesterday and last night. I hope it reaches the top 100 and lands on your favorites shelf as well! It is available here:

Decadent Publishing ||Amazon ||Amazon UK

Author Bio and Contact:

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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