I’m thrilled today to have a guest blog all about Seduction in Seirra Leone, by Olivia Night – book one of The Men Of FTI.
Olivia decided to send along sexy leading man, Brandt Fairlane to talk to us. So without further ado let us here what he has to say 🙂
Brandt Fairlane, CEO Fairlane Trade International
Where and when were you born?
I am not sure. I know my family lived on the West Coast of the United States and they still do, but my first memories were in Cambodia.
Where have you lived?
I’ve lived all over the world, but most concentrated in Africa and the Middle East.
My brother Patrick, okay he’s not really my brother but we’ve been a family since we were street rats in Cambodia. Logan is like my family too.
Do you have a job? What is it? Do you like it? If no job, where does your money come from?
I’m the CEO of an arms company, Fairlane Trade International. My company distributes arms to most governments in the Middle East and in Africa. I don’t hate it. I’m good at it. I’m really good at it.
What is your boss or employer like? (Or publisher, or agent, or whatever.)
Rick was an asshole. Which is why he’s not my boss anymore. I found out he had expanded the company, at that point not mine, to include human trafficking. So I took it over. Now its mine.
What annoys you more than anything else?
Have you ever been in a physical fight before? Over what, with who, and who won?
(Brandt chuckles) Yea. Too many times to say what they were all over. I won. I always win. Okay, maybe once Patrick bested me. But don’t tell him I admitted to that. I would never hear the end of it.
What’s the worst thing that can be done to another person?
I think that depends on what a person fears the most.
If you had one wish, what would it be?
That I had made sure I had killed Rick. I thought I had. I should have made sure he was dead.
What is the thing that has frightened you most? Do you think there is anything out there that’s scarier than that?
When my worse nightmare was realized and I had placed Aislinn in danger. There is nothing scarier than knowing the woman you love is in danger or could be hurt. It goes beyond being scared. You have to tell yourself to keep breathing, to keep functioning. You are so beyond terrified that your body won’t function unless you tell it to.
Do you think redemption is possible? If so, can anyone be redeemed, or are there only certain circumstances that can be?
I didn’t until recently. I didn’t think I could be. Aislinn changed that for me. But no, I don’t think everyone can be redeemed. After I saw what Rick had done I can say for sure that he can’t be redeemed. There’s a certain point that you can’t come back from. He stepped over the line a long time ago.
What is your current short term goal?
Making sure Aislinn has everything she could ever need or want.
What is your current long term goal?
Making sure Aislinn has everything she could ever need or want.
In the mangroves of Sierra Leone, two strangers raised a world apart find themselves inextricably connected. Seduction in Sierra Leone, the first in a series of three novels, is a fast-paced tale of murder, lust, and love that transports the reader to a foreign and mysterious world of danger.
Aislinn Salameh, an American relief worker, is searching for purpose in her self- imposed lonely world. The stranger who enters her village on a blistering hot day looks more animal than man. She knows she should stay far away but can’t stop herself from being drawn to the mysterious man.
Brandt Fairlane is a man haunted by the sins of his past. Detached from others, Brandt has spent his life alone. His line of work is too dangerous for the luxuries of love and family.
When Brandt sees Aislinn and her haunting eyes, he knows he must possess her. But when Brandt’s past comes back from the dead and Aislinn is caught in the crossfire, it is up to him to keep her safe. In order to survive, they must learn to rely on one another. As they run for their lives, the heat between them becomes undeniable. Now, Brandt must not only protect Aislinn from a madman committed to stealing her away but he also must protect her from himself. Because if Brandt steals her body and her heart, he’ll never let her go.
Excerpt from Seduction in Sierra Leone
The Men of FTI, Book One
As he got closer to her, he realized there was something different about her eyes. He was a few feet away when he realized what it was. With the realization all oxygen left his body in a rush. It felt as if he had been punched in the gut. His heart stuttered. Shit, it did something weird at the sight of her. The woman’s eyes were…? He couldn’t think of word that would fit. And then it struck him. They were haunting, the color of a cucumber slice. Not the skin of the cucumber but inside. A pale, shivering light green. Her eyes widened as she realized he was looking at her. He could see, even from the distance, a small blush creeping up her cheeks at being caught staring. She was beautiful. All smooth pale skin and green eyes. He felt his dick jump. He almost looked down. It had been a long time since he had thought about his dick. And it was another man’s woman who was making him all too aware of it.
He felt heat course through him. Her tiny body had been placed purposefully behind the taller man. But Brandt could still make out her smooth legs and accommodating hips, accommodating as in she could spread those lush legs and accommodate his body between them. She was no doubt the man’s girlfriend, and here Brandt was thinking things that only a boyfriend should be allowed to think. Shocked at his own thoughts, he attempted to look away, but in the end, it was like pulling strips of Velcro away from each other. He wanted to close the distance between them, place his hands on the other man’s neck, twist, feel the snap, and watch the man drop to the ground. Then he would curl his fingers around the women’s neck, bring her to him, and angle her head so that he could kiss her. He shook his head like a man in a proverbial cartoon trying to expel the foreign thoughts and images. Envious. He was feeling envious of a man he didn’t know and a woman he had barely glimpsed. It was wholly inappropriate. He’d kill another man for thinking of his woman that way. Well, if he had a woman. Like the one he was staring at.
Fuck, he had to get a grip. For Christ’s sake, he was mooning over her like a teenage boy. Giving himself a mental ass-kicking, he averted his eyes and greeted Brima. He began to walk up the path to Brima’s home. But, as he walked, a magical sound floated over to his ears. She was laughing. His skin tingled at the musical note. His body tightened. Fury rose inside of him, a feeling he wasn’t expecting, a feeling that surprised him. She was laughing at the man who had been standing in front of her. Hatred for the unknown man charged through him like a herd of wild horses. Was he screwing her? His stance had been clear; it had said mine. Brandt wanted to eliminate the man, the threat. Bile rose at the idea of her lying beneath that man. Brandt realized he wasn’t envious. He was jealous. He had never been jealous. It was a useless emotion, and it got people killed in his line of work. If you wanted what someone else had, you simply took it. Jealousy could slow a man down. But he was. He was jealous. It screamed inside of him to move quickly, to take her from the man who was really just a baby. To make her his. To tie her to him in every way possible until she admitted that she was his. He wanted to mark her as his, use his teeth to mark her neck, her breasts, her stomach, the insides of her thighs. His. Fuck.
He had to stay far away from this woman. No woman needed a man like him. No woman deserved a man like him, one who would want to own her. He wasn’t one for laughter and cuddling. Puppy shit. Women wanted puppy shit. This woman, whoever she was, deserved more than Brandt could ever give. Brandt had to stay the fuck away from her. Because he didn’t give up what he made his.
Olivia Night, a fictional character herself, has always been an avid read and writer. She found the romance genre in college and has never been able to get enough. One sleepless night, the main characters of Book One in her Seduction series sprang from her head fully formed. They demanded she tell their story; so she did. As they revealed themselves, so did two other intriguing characters. Those characters convinced her to give them their own books because their stories were worth telling too. And so Olivia suddenly became a romance author. When Olivia is not writing, she has the best job in the world, which, too, will remain a secret. In her free time, she reads, write, runs, or is, most likely, out emulating Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Olivia lives in one of the most diverse and vibrant cities in the U.S.—Baltimore. She lives with her cat, which she is convinced was a gladiator in his past life. Olivia plans to continue being awesome at this thing called life. Really, that’s her only goal.
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