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Finding Connor: The Borillian Twist, Book 1
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By Toni Griffin
The Borillian Twist, Book 1
Release Date: July 5, 2014
Word Count: 38,300
Editor: Erika Orrick
Mark, a RAAF fighter pilot, is on leave for the first time since the aliens decided to say 'Hello'. He meets Connor, a numbers man for a casino, at a gay bar and danced the night away. Their one night together changes their entire lives and what people think they know about life on Earth.
The Borillian Twist, Book 1
Release Date: July 5, 2014
Word Count: 38,300
Editor: Erika Orrick
Mark, a RAAF fighter pilot, is on leave for the first time since the aliens decided to say 'Hello'. He meets Connor, a numbers man for a casino, at a gay bar and danced the night away. Their one night together changes their entire lives and what people think they know about life on Earth.
Excerpt - Chapter One
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The world had gone nuts. Well, actually that wasn't quite correct. The universe had gone nuts. People had been predicting something like this would happen ever since the various governments had held a summit meeting and decided to step up deep space exploration some fifty years ago.
Now they finally had their answer to whether or not they were alone in the universe. Even now, six months after the aliens had landed, Flight Lieutenant Mark Dwyer still had trouble believing everything that had taken place. His head was still reeling from the fact that aliens actually existed, let alone that they were humanoid in form.
Right this second, the last thing Mark wanted to be thinking about was extraterrestrial beings. He had twenty-four hours' leave from RAAF base Richmond before he had to report back for duty. Ever since the damn aliens had landed, Mark hadn't had a single day off base and he needed to get laid in the worst way possible.
Mark showered and dressed in the tightest pair of jeans he owned. He knew his ass looked good in them, and he hoped he might be able to garner some attention tonight. He threw on a black T-shirt and laced up his boots. One last look in the bathroom mirror and Mark splashed on a little cologne and ran a comb through his short dark hair.
He walked back into his room and checked his wallet to make sure he had plenty of cash, stashed a couple of condoms and a lube packet inside it, then shoved it in his back pocket along with his phone. As much as Mark would love to leave the damn phone behind, he couldn't. Even though he was technically on leave until eighteen hundred tomorrow, he could still be recalled to base at any time.
Mark ran his fingers through his hair one last time. Satisfied with how he looked, Mark picked up his helmet and jacket and locked the door behind him. He shrugged into the jacket and wandered down the short path from his door to where his bike was parked, then straddled the machine. Once his helmet was in place, Mark started his custom-made Harley Davidson.
His bike was his pride and joy and he rode it whenever he got a chance. That wasn't to say he didn't also have a truck, he just preferred his bike to any other mode of transport, except of course the fighter jets he flew for a living.
The deep rumbling growl of his bike sent vibrations shooting through his body and settled in his balls. Mark felt his cock twitch, as it often did whenever he rode, and palmed his package, enjoying the sensations for a moment.
"You gonna sit there and play with yourself all night, Lieutenant, or are we going to blow this popsicle stand and go and get laid?" Jeffery 'Van' Donovan, Mark's best friend and fellow pilot, asked from the back of his own bike.
Mark flicked up the visor on his helmet, then gave his friend the one-fingered salute. "Where're the others?" he called, wanting to know where Nemo, Sticks and Doc were. Mark had his own nickname, but under threat of pain of death, none of his friends used it. Mark had been given 'Top-Gun' as he graduated first in his class. Only those who wanted to piss him off used his nickname.
Van looked behind him and Mark followed his gaze. He saw the SUV with the other three members of their group drive round the corner and pull to a stop just behind Van.
The driver's window wound down and Scott 'Nemo' Fisher stuck his head out. "What the fuck are we waiting for? Let's get the hell out of here before someone changes their mind."
"The man's got a point, for once in his life," Van remarked and chuckled.
Nemo just stuck his finger up at Van and wound the window up again. Mark shook his head at his friend's antics. He would swear on a bloody bible some days he was surrounded by toddlers. Not wanting to hang around any longer than necessary, Mark slapped his visor down, kicked up the stand and took off.
The world had gone nuts. Well, actually that wasn't quite correct. The universe had gone nuts. People had been predicting something like this would happen ever since the various governments had held a summit meeting and decided to step up deep space exploration some fifty years ago.
Now they finally had their answer to whether or not they were alone in the universe. Even now, six months after the aliens had landed, Flight Lieutenant Mark Dwyer still had trouble believing everything that had taken place. His head was still reeling from the fact that aliens actually existed, let alone that they were humanoid in form.
Right this second, the last thing Mark wanted to be thinking about was extraterrestrial beings. He had twenty-four hours' leave from RAAF base Richmond before he had to report back for duty. Ever since the damn aliens had landed, Mark hadn't had a single day off base and he needed to get laid in the worst way possible.
Mark showered and dressed in the tightest pair of jeans he owned. He knew his ass looked good in them, and he hoped he might be able to garner some attention tonight. He threw on a black T-shirt and laced up his boots. One last look in the bathroom mirror and Mark splashed on a little cologne and ran a comb through his short dark hair.
He walked back into his room and checked his wallet to make sure he had plenty of cash, stashed a couple of condoms and a lube packet inside it, then shoved it in his back pocket along with his phone. As much as Mark would love to leave the damn phone behind, he couldn't. Even though he was technically on leave until eighteen hundred tomorrow, he could still be recalled to base at any time.
Mark ran his fingers through his hair one last time. Satisfied with how he looked, Mark picked up his helmet and jacket and locked the door behind him. He shrugged into the jacket and wandered down the short path from his door to where his bike was parked, then straddled the machine. Once his helmet was in place, Mark started his custom-made Harley Davidson.
His bike was his pride and joy and he rode it whenever he got a chance. That wasn't to say he didn't also have a truck, he just preferred his bike to any other mode of transport, except of course the fighter jets he flew for a living.
The deep rumbling growl of his bike sent vibrations shooting through his body and settled in his balls. Mark felt his cock twitch, as it often did whenever he rode, and palmed his package, enjoying the sensations for a moment.
"You gonna sit there and play with yourself all night, Lieutenant, or are we going to blow this popsicle stand and go and get laid?" Jeffery 'Van' Donovan, Mark's best friend and fellow pilot, asked from the back of his own bike.
Mark flicked up the visor on his helmet, then gave his friend the one-fingered salute. "Where're the others?" he called, wanting to know where Nemo, Sticks and Doc were. Mark had his own nickname, but under threat of pain of death, none of his friends used it. Mark had been given 'Top-Gun' as he graduated first in his class. Only those who wanted to piss him off used his nickname.
Van looked behind him and Mark followed his gaze. He saw the SUV with the other three members of their group drive round the corner and pull to a stop just behind Van.
The driver's window wound down and Scott 'Nemo' Fisher stuck his head out. "What the fuck are we waiting for? Let's get the hell out of here before someone changes their mind."
"The man's got a point, for once in his life," Van remarked and chuckled.
Nemo just stuck his finger up at Van and wound the window up again. Mark shook his head at his friend's antics. He would swear on a bloody bible some days he was surrounded by toddlers. Not wanting to hang around any longer than necessary, Mark slapped his visor down, kicked up the stand and took off.