{"id":2873,"date":"2020-09-15T21:01:13","date_gmt":"2020-09-16T04:01:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=2873"},"modified":"2020-09-15T13:24:50","modified_gmt":"2020-09-15T20:24:50","slug":"spy-in-the-making-mfrwhooks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2020\/09\/15\/spy-in-the-making-mfrwhooks\/","title":{"rendered":"A spy in the making? #MFRWHooks"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\n\"Perilous<\/a>Perilous Love<\/strong><\/em>
\nBlurb<\/strong>
\nEurope is on the brink of the First World War. Gabrielle and Adrian, their marriage on the rocks, are thrust into a world of territory lies and deceit. Not knowing who to trust, they find themselves fleeing for their lives across war torn Europe, the brutal German forces are hot on their heels, determined not to let them escape. Adrian is between the devil and the deep blue sea as he\u2019s accused of treason and doesn\u2019t know what awaits him back in England. All he does know is he must reunite his family safely back in England. Will this mend their broken marriage or tear them apart forever? The odds are stacked against their survival. Will they have what it takes to overcome obstacles?<\/p>\n

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\"MFRWExcerpt
\n<\/strong>Adrian Bryce nodded to the doorman of Number 2, Whitehall Court, Westminster and walked briskly towards the waiting car.\u00a0 While not handsome in the classical sense, his immaculate attire, bearing and manner was one of wealth, authority and confidence.\u00a0 He was a man who gives orders, never receives them.\u00a0 His dark eyes set in an angular face barely concealed his anger and worry.\u00a0 He knew, along with everyone else with a brain, that war was looming in Europe.\u00a0 Since the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife, rumours and intrigue and political double talk had been flying through Britain and the Continent.<\/p>\n

Now, because of his family connections in Europe, he\u2019d been ordered to accompany his wife and children on their annual visit to her stifling Belgian relatives who\u2019d never emerged from the Victorian era.\u00a0 It did not matter to the men at Whitehall Court that he and his plain boring wife of eight years, the mother of his plain, boring children, had lived separate lives for five years.\u00a0 His wife was related to aristocratic families both here and in Europe and had been introduced to him at a diplomatic reception and as both were expected to marry well, he thought it a good match at the time.\u00a0 However, their honeymoon proved they had nothing in common except for them to do their duty and produce children.\u00a0 For the last five years they\u2019d rarely spent time together except for the annual Christmas rituals and the children\u2019s birthdays.\u00a0 He preferred his townhouse in London, she and the children lived at their country home in Kent.<\/p>\n

As the car turned in the direction of the small elegant lodgings in Bruton Street, his mind and body were anticipating what would be waiting for him.\u00a0 Beautiful, voluptuous, passionate, pleasing Maryanne, Christ he was becoming hard thinking about her.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t wait to push his head between her magnificent breasts and soak in her body.\u00a0 He\u2019d enjoyed the charms of several women but never before had he experienced anything like the heat and passion that Maryanne gave.\u00a0 She was expensive, but she was worth every penny he spent on her.<\/p>\n

Stepping out of the car, he told the driver not to wait, opened the ornate door and strode up the thickly carpeted staircase and into the beautifully furnished rooms.<\/p>\n

\u2018Adrian, my darling,\u2019 she put out her hands to him. \u2018You have kept me waiting, you dreadful man.\u2019\u00a0 The beautiful, auburn haired woman pouted playfully then smiled, highlighting her high cheekbones and tawny eyes.\u00a0 Her husky accent inflamed his lust even more and he pulled her to him.\u00a0 She mouthed \u2018wait\u2019, dropped her loose robe to the floor, and then her warm breath was against his ear.<\/p>\n

\u2018Darling, I cannot wait a minute longer.\u2019 Taking his hand, she led him to the adjoining bedroom.\u00a0 Neither wanted foreplay, both desperately wanted release and it came quickly.\u00a0 Collapsing on the pillows, they smiled at each other.<\/p>\n

\u2018Why do you keep me waiting?\u2019 she tickled his chest.\u00a0 \u2018Your note tells me one time and you arrive at another.\u00a0 Is there another woman you prefer to me?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018I wouldn\u2019t have the strength,\u2019 he chuckled.\u00a0 \u2018I was delayed at a rather important meeting.\u00a0 I\u2019m now obliged to travel to Brussels, my sweet.\u00a0 Will you miss me?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Brussels?\u00a0 Why must you go away?\u2019 She stroked his cheek.\u00a0 \u2018I will be alone and so hot thinking of you.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Family duty.\u00a0 I must accompany my wife to visit her relatives.\u2019\u00a0 He wanted to tell her more.\u00a0 She was intelligent and her conversation refreshingly different from the polished, elegant, brittle women of his class. But he couldn\u2019t, the real reason was classified.\u00a0 He shrugged.\u00a0 \u2018Some of my investments in Belgium and France need my personal attention.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You have so many investments.\u00a0 You will be away from me forever,\u2019 she sulked.<\/p>\n

\u2018I know what I\u2019ll be thinking of while I\u2019m away.\u00a0 Tell me where you were born. France or Belgium?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018On the border, I do not have happy memories.\u00a0 I have told you all this, my papa was German.\u00a0 He lost all his money and disappeared.\u00a0 My mother struggled to feed and clothe us. Not one of his horrible family cared about us.\u00a0 I hated them all,\u2019 she pushed his fingers into her moist folds.\u00a0 \u2018Why are you accompanying your wife?\u00a0 You never accompany her anywhere.\u00a0 Don\u2019t you love me anymore?\u2019<\/p>\n

He watched her eyes glaze with pleasure as his fingers pushed deeper into her wetness.\u00a0 His lips touched her nipples and he felt her hips grinding against him.\u00a0 Then she cried out and clutched at him as her body shuddered with its shattering climax.<\/p>\n

\u2018Mon Dieu, je vous adore,\u2019 <\/em>she whispered and moved down his body to his painfully swollen organ.\u00a0 Her lips enclosed him, her tongue drove him up and up and he was lost.<\/p>\n

God Almighty, she gave as good as she got every time.\u00a0 Slowly opening his eyes, he ran his fingers through her auburn hair, \u2018Not love you?\u00a0\u00a0 Christ, I can\u2019t get enough of you.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Darling, let me get up so we may drink some wine.\u2019<\/p>\n

He lay back on the huge pillows and watched her naked body move to the bottle and crystal glasses waiting on the dressing table.\u00a0 She was beautiful.<\/p>\n

\u2018Who is so important you must visit in Brussels all of a sudden?\u2019 She pouted crossly and handed a glass to him.<\/p>\n

\u2018The Comte de Meyvier, the patriarch of Gabrielle\u2019s Belgian family. She spent a lot of her childhood in Belgium,\u00a0 I can\u2019t stand him and I\u2019ve avoided most family occasions for years but I\u2019m afraid I must go this time,\u2019 he savoured the wine on his tongue and gestured for her to refill his glass.\u00a0 \u2018He has a lot of influence in banking and commerce.\u2019<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

An hour later he looked at his watch and at Maryanne.\u00a0 \u2018I must leave, my sweet.\u2019<\/p>\n

Tears glistened in her eyes. \u2018Will you think of me?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Think of you?\u00a0 I won\u2019t think of anything else. I\u2019ll send you notes and will inform you when I\u2019m due to return.\u2019\u00a0 He pushed a little packet into her hands.\u00a0 \u2018Don\u2019t even think of looking at another man.\u2019<\/p>\n

Adrian walked back towards his club with a small smile on his face.\u00a0 Maryanne had been his mistress for three months and he was besotted with her.\u00a0 She instinctively knew what he wanted as soon as he walked in her door, whether it be passionate sex or to talk over a bottle of wine.\u00a0 His mind drifted back three months to that overcrowded reception for German and French industrialists.\u00a0 He\u2019d turned and bumped into her standing behind him.\u00a0 She\u2019d smiled at his profuse apologies and said she\u2019d forgive him if he fetched her a glass of champagne.\u00a0 The next morning, he sent her a note with a posy of flowers asking permission to call on her.<\/p>\n

A week later she was installed in the small but comfortable townhouse.\u00a0 Many times since then, she\u2019d asked him if he loved her and he always assured her he did.\u00a0 But he didn\u2019t.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t remember loving any woman.\u00a0 Obsessed with lust over her, yes, but actually in love?\u00a0 No.\u00a0 And he would never fall into that trap.\u00a0 His satisfied smile disappeared. The meeting today had worried him intensely.\u00a0 Like it or not, he must travel to Brussels immediately.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Maryanne waited until she heard the front door close before opening the packet.\u00a0 A diamond and pearl necklace twinkled up at her.\u00a0 She kissed it lightly, murmuring in German how beautiful it was, then sat down and pulled the perfumed notepaper and pen towards her.<\/p>\n

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