Exclusive Excerpt from Sweating Lies
by Emma Jaye
Jiao frowned. “Why are you bothering to tell me all this? I don’t suppose you have coffee and chat about your business with all the people you enslave.”
A crease appeared between Vladimir’s eyebrows. “The devshirme is a time-honored, almost sacred tradition, around three centuries older than your country. We recruit unsung talent, people rejected by modern society, and we give them something to belong to, to believe in, where they are wanted and appreciated for who they can be. But you are correct. I won’t be drinking coffee with the other acemi unless they are serving it naked while on their knees and begging to please me in any way I desire.”
Jiao took another bite of the quite magnificent pastry. “Acemi is such a fancy title. I think Kaspar got nearer the truth when he called Giallo a hole.”
Vladimir’s nose wrinkled, and Jiao wished he’d kept his mouth shut. Had he just condemned Kaspar to more pain?
“Tabor pages are so much more than that. They are the best trained, most accomplished, loyal, and dependable male servants on the planet. And Kaspar is the most accomplished among them. He can quote Wordsworth or Shakespeare while being fucked if his partner wishes it. He can also dance, sing, perform a tumbling routine, play a variety of instruments, hold an informed discussion on world economics or global warming, and is an accomplished chess player. He also has a talent for massage and observing body language. It’s a shame he has certain… attention issues, although thankfully they don’t often interfere with his most outstanding talent, giving head. Simply magnificent.” His eyes refocused on Jiao.
“I take unwanted, often incredibly vulgar, lumps of human clay like yourself, and turn them into elegant, accomplished masterpieces of obedience. The second brand is a quality mark that all acemi come to strive for, although not all reach it.”
The haze of fanaticism in Vladimir’s eyes sent a shiver up Jiao’s spine. “You won’t be able to do that to me.”
A slow smile spread Vladimir’s lips. “You have no idea how often I’ve heard that. It’s almost as if you all read the same script.”
About Sweating Lies
“Gladiator or toy?” Kaspar asks, as if it’s the easiest choice in the world.
It might be an easy answer for someone branded, brainwashed, and who remembers no other life. But that’s not me, not yet anyway. I’m a cop—or at least I was until my cover got blown.
Now, I’m one of the trafficked people I vowed to save.
Kaspar’s a toy —a pleasure slave— content to warm our sadistic owner’s bed; he laps up the abuse he’s conditioned to associate with affection.
He’s my only way out. To gain our freedom, I must play the hardest undercover role of my career and be everything his fractured mind needs: a more controlling bastard than the man who turns people into grateful slaves for a living.
Officer Jiao Sweatt thinks I’m a victim.
He has a lot to learn.
And it’ll hurt.
This book is part of CRIMINAL DELIGHTS. Each novel can be read as a standalone and contains a dark M/M romance.
Warning: These books are for adult readers who enjoy stories where lines between right and wrong get blurry. High heat, twisted and tantalizing, these are not for the fainthearted.
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About Emma Jaye
I have a reputation for writing dark, angst filled stories in a swathe of genres, from Sci-fi and paranormal, to contemporary romance and erotica with m/f, m/m and multiple partners. I blame my rebellious muse (who looks like Chris from the Paint Series) for the erotic aspects tickling the angst, and the humour cuddling up with the erotic. You’ll find all this and more in my books! No matter the genre, I can promise different characters, dark themes, steamin’ sex, laughs and a HEA or HFN.
When I’m notwriting or reading, in leafy Sussex, England, I herd Birman cats and sons. Both groups argue that the other is too large.