P.O.W.
by Max Vos
After being taken prisoner by a Taliban Warlord, can Sam Stone hold on long enough to get his best friend back to his family and find love in the arms of Abbas, the handsome, blue-eyed Arab?
Sam has secretly been in love with is best friend and fellow Marine, Benoit, for quite some time and would not hesitate to die for him.
The macho Marine, Benoit, is shaken to his very core when he and his best friend are taken prisoners and made to do things that he would never have done, especially with Sam, who he knew had feelings for him.
Abbas tries everything to gain his families freedom when an unexpected man comes into his life that he starts having deep feelings for almost immediately.
Sam Stone has been secretly in love with his best friend and fellow Marine, Benoit, for a long time. It’s only after they were captured by a Taliban Warlord that he realizes that he would readily give his life to get Benoit back to his family. But it is Abbas, the Westernized Arab who steals his heart and helps Sam and Benoit regain their freedom. Now Sam has to learn to find true love and help heal not only himself, but the two men he loves deeply.
Warning: This book contains material that may be offensive to some: graphic language, military
situations, P.O.W scenes, adult situations and other situations only meant for an adult audience
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An Exclusive Excerpt from P.O.W.
Roughly, Stone was taken by his upper arms and led into a building. The sudden warmth of being inside shocked his system; he became acutely aware of how cold he’d been. His body started shivering uncontrollably, his teeth clamping down hard on the gag, making the muscles in his jaw stand out, aching.
Without warning, he was shoved face first into a wall. The noose around his neck was loosened, then taken off, and the hood removed. Stone was shoved hard back into the wall, its rough texture scratching his cheek. What was obviously the barrel of a gun was placed to the back of his head, and something said in Arabic. A few moments later, the bindings around his wrists were undone, making his hands tingle with the rush of blood, further proof of how cold he’d actually been.
The light was dim in what looked to be a narrow hallway, with no apparent windows. The gun still pressed into the back of Stone’s head. His shivering body betrayed him, causing the coarseness of the wall to scrape the chapped skin on his cheek, rubbing away the skin.
Still forced against the wall, Stone was stripped naked, the cold once again seeping into the very center of his being. He was brusquely pushed along the dirt floor of the hall, and outside, into a courtyard of sorts. There was a light snow falling, and the cold hit his naked, exposed skin like needles. It was only when Stone saw three other men, Taliban, standing there that he began to get a sinking feeling deep in his gut.
They strung Stone up on a frame that reminded him of a swing set he’d had as a kid. A burst of pain went off in his head as they stretched his arms above his head, stretching the broken ribs. Then there was even more pain when his legs were stretched, then tied to the base of the frame. Stone was stretched tight, spread-eagle, naked, shivering in the cold. There was no sign of Benoit.
A skinny kid, no more than eighteen, slowly walked towards the naked, spread-eagle Stone with an evil grin. Picking up a bucket, he threw water into the Marine’s face. The water was freezing, and after the initial shock, the cold air made Stone’s wet body shiver uncontrollably. The muscles in his jaw were cramping from biting down on the dirty gag so hard, but the rag kept his teeth from chattering.
The kid did this over and over, waiting between each bucketful to let Stone feel the full effect. He could feel his body temperature drop with each subsequent dowsing. His nipples had pulled up so tight and hard he felt as though he could have cut diamonds with them. The pain in his side from the broken ribs had become a dull ache, and he recognized the feeling of his body starting to go into shock.
The other men were cheering the kid on each time the tortured American was doused, feeding off each other like a pack of wild dogs. When Stone felt himself about to black out, he got a hard punch in the gut, making his side scream in pain, bringing him wide awake again. This went on and on and on, with no end in sight.
About Max Vos
Max Vos is a classically trained chef with over 30 years of food service experience. After retiring in 2011, Max found himself with time on his hands and was urged to turn his talents to writing. ‘Cooking English’, a short story, now part of his anthology collection, Inappropriate Roads, is now available. My Hero was his first novel, which turned into an international best seller. Max now has a total of six completed novels, which are listed on his website, along with the entire Memories Series. My Hero: The Olympian, the sequel to My Hero was released late last year.
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