Enemy Within by Tal Bauer Blog Tour

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We have Tal Bauer stopping by today with his new release Enemy Within

Thank you, Divine Magazine, for having me here for an interview! I’m excited to get to know your readers!

Tell us a little about your recent release, Enemy Within, Executive Office #3?

Enemy Within is the third (and final) novel in The Executive Office series. It starts with Enemies of the State (available now for $0.99 at Amazon!) and continues through Enemy of My Enemy. The series follows President Jack Spiers and his Secret Service detail agent as they meet and fall head over heel for each other, quite unexpectedly, in Enemies of the State. Complicating their already forbidden love—Secret Service agents are never allowed to date their protectees—a splinter cell of black ops forces within the United States is running a false flag operation, and the president is right in their crosshairs. Ethan has to save Jack, and save the world, before it’s too late.

In Enemy of My Enemy, Jack and Ethan have publicly committed to their relationship, and Ethan moves into the White House as the First Gentleman. Not everyone is accepting, though, and Jack and Ethan have a rough road. And, rogue General Madigan, responsible for the coup attempt in Enemies of the State, is still at large, and planning revenge against Jack and Ethan for foiling his coup. He strikes hard and fast, shredding the world’s major alliances, and ripping Ethan and Jack apart, right when they need each other the most. Jack and Ethan fight back to each other’s side, determined to rebuild their love.

In Enemy Within, Jack and Ethan take the final fight to Madigan, along with their allies Sergey & Sasha, and Adam & Faisal, two other character couples that fans have come to love and adore. Jack and Ethan’s love deepens, and they both recognize that they are each other’s true loves. But will they be able to stop Madigan before he unleashes a nuclear holocaust?

You specifically wrote a Muslim character as a hero, defying the stereotype that “Muslim characters = villains”. What was that like, and why was that important to you?

Representation in media is critically important to me. Media consumption is how a majority of people form their beliefs. If you look at media portrayals over the past half century, you’ll see a slow progression of LGBT acceptance. First, LGBT people were villains, and then sidekicks, or plucky comic relief. Or, tragic actors that existed only as mirrors of pain. Eventually, LGBT characters gained depth, but today, there is still a serious lack of LGBT characters in the role of heroes or main characters across mass media consumed in the US. And, trans representation is also far, far too low. What message does this send to LGBT peoples everywhere? That we aren’t worth being the heroes? That we can’t be the hero? That our only value is in plucky comic relief, snide sidekicking, or dying for the hero’s benefit? We need to be represented more fully.

The same is true for minorities, and specifically, I’d like to talk about Muslim characters. If you look at how Muslims have been portrayed, especially since 9/11, but even before that, you’ll see that they are more often than not put in the role of the villain. What does this tell Muslims? That they are always going to be the villain? That the world sees them as nothing more than a nefarious, hateful person? Where are the stories with Muslim heroes? And, taking it a step further, where are the stories where a gay Muslim man can be a hero? Where his is proud, and secure in both his identity and his faith?

Faisal al-Saud, in The Executive Office series, is a proud gay Muslim, who has reconciled his faith with his sexuality. He loves his family, and they love him, but it’s complicated. He also is one of the protagonists. One of the heroes, especially so in Enemy Within.

Faisal is a deeply important character to me, and, I’m delighted to see that he has been received so well by the fans. One fan, Karen, said:

“I see Faisal as the epitome, the human representation of the iron hand in the velvet glove. He appears to be all charm and luxuriousness and beauty, but there’s an inner core of strength to him, a bottomless well of power that is as appealing as his good looks and charisma. To me, at least. And … it’s so delicious to have a man of color be so radically sexy without being horribly raw and crude. And to have that man also be Muslim? Beyond delicious…it’s inspired! Faisal is mysterious… His aura is more the boy-I’d-like-to-unwrap-him-and-find-out-what-makes-him-tick kind. Which I find extremely fascinating.

I sense a depth of purpose in Faisal, as much as his strength of character. And I feel like it’s that purpose that makes him as valued and valuable as he is in his country, while also making him as romantic a focused on his lover and their love as he is. He doesn’t ignore the details, either in his public or private life. It makes him a formidable character…”

I could not be prouder that I was able to bring Faisal to life in such a way that a reader reacted so positively, and so strongly, to Faisal.

Do you have a writing schedule or do you just write when you can find the time?

I write every day for about a month to six weeks. That completes one manuscript. Then I spend a month editing and a month prepping for sale & marketing my work. So, I wrote Enemy Within in January, edited in February, and March has been non-stop editing, formatting, posting for sale, and now marketing! I’m looking forward to writing again in April.

Do you create an outline first?  Do you seek out inspirational pictures, videos or music? Do you just let the words flow and then go back and try and make some sense out it?

I am absolutely a plotter! I plot for about a month before a novel, and research, research, research! I do a truly disgusting amount of research. I go through packs of sticky notes and make messes of my walls. My plots sometimes look like spider webs. But I love it.

What are the best sources you’ve found for giving an authentic voice and experience to your characters?

My experience. I pull from people I know to create the characters in the stories. Scott’s gruff, no nonsense attitude comes from my brother in law. Jack’s love of puns comes from my husband.

When I write, especially when I write in different characters’ POV, I always tell myself that the character has to act and feel like they are the protagonist of their OWN story. If the Executive Office series were rewritten, for example, from the perspective of Levi Daniels, would the story read the same, just from his vantage? Or have I made him act in a way to further the plot, but haven’t been true to his character? Each and every character must be their own hero in their own mind. Their actions, and their voice, must be authentic to them and their experience(s).

“How do you answer the question “Oh, you’re an author…what do you write?”

Most of the time, it’s “nothing you’ve read.” Other times, I tell them I write gay fiction. That I write stories with gay heroes as protagonists, and that I want to help create a new wave of heroes that are proudly gay and LGBT.

If you could trade places with one of your characters, who would it be and why?

Oooo, so hard! I would probably trade places with Ethan. Ethan is very close to me, and I pulled a lot from my background to create him. He would be the easiest to “Freaky Friday” into, lol. And, I wouldn’t mind being the first gentleman! I think I could throw a smashing State Dinner. 😊

What’s the one thing, you can’t live without?

My husband. He’s the love of my life. No matter where I am or what’s going on, as long as he and I are together, everything else is fine. We could be bankrupt, our house could burn down, or calamity could strike, but together, I know we could survive everything.

Thank you so much for having me!

Enemy Within, Executive Office #3, releases on March 28, 2017 at Amazon, Smashwords, and other eBook & print retailers!

Enemies of the State, Executive Office #1, the first in the series, is available NOW for $0.99 at Amazon, Smashwords, and other eBook & print retailers. Dive into the series now!

 

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.

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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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1 Comment

  1. James Escol says

    I love interviews! <3

    Tal.. thank you for taking a Muslim man on a new light. Faisal was one of the best voices of reason that I've ever come to know. He's like this omniscient man that's why it wasn't a hardship falling for him. Faisal's mind was what always make me gravitate towards him & his beauty was actually a bonus.

    You know that your stories' authenticity was what made me love them very much, and knowing the sources of your characters' personalities gives me this sense of thrill & sheer happiness, which brings me to my understanding of why you'd want to be Ethan, if you have the choice. I mean… who's the better pick so that you'd be always close to your husband (Jack) than him, right? 😉

    I just love how you answered that last question, Tal. Your hubby must be very lucky to have you as much as you are to him. ^_^

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