Major Luke Kopper, an ex-Navy seal operator, works as a mercenary for one of the highly secret detachments of the CIA. He is called upon to conduct dangerous and covert missions worldwide and eliminate some infamous targets.
Torn between his loyalty to his missions and his pursuit of a peaceful life, Luke feels that his career is pushing the limits of his mental health. While his relationship with Maya seems to bring out his vulnerabilities, he continues to feed his sexual desire and hunger for lust through numerous erotic adventures.
Luke is also facing another challenge, a potential Russian infiltration within the ranks, that seems to complicate things for him and his team. People around him are mysteriously dying, and someone is trying to frame him. Whom will he trust?
Will Luke give in and fall in love with the one that seems to bring him peace, or will he continue to seek short-term gratifications to alleviate his pain?
Major Luke Kopper, an ex-Navy seal operator, works as a mercenary for one of the highly secret detachments of the CIA. He is called upon to conduct dangerous and covert missions worldwide and eliminate some infamous targets.
Torn between his loyalty to his missions and his pursuit of a peaceful life, Luke feels that his career is pushing the limits of his mental health. While his relationship with Maya seems to bring out his vulnerabilities, he continues to feed his sexual desire and hunger for lust through numerous erotic adventures.
Luke is also facing another challenge, a potential Russian infiltration within the ranks, that seems to complicate things for him and his team. People around him are mysteriously dying, and someone is trying to frame him. Whom will he trust?
Will Luke give in and fall in love with the one that seems to bring him peace, or will he continue to seek short-term gratifications to alleviate his pain?
It was June or July last year; I had a couple weeks of vacation before my next mission. I had reserved a picturesque hotel on a remote island, far from everyone. My last mission had burned me out to the point that my brain was foggy most of the time, and I had started to find peace in good whiskey. When I contacted Yasmine, my travel agent, she was initially extremely excited to hear my voice, then even more excited to help me book a couple of weeks South of the equator.
Yasmine hinted that she had never had the chance to travel to the Fiji Islands and would have liked to experience this with me. I remember saying I needed that time, but would be delighted to travel with her at some point. I noticed her utter disappointment that I had not picked up on her flirtatious offer. She could not lie very well. She had always been open about her interest in me, but I wasnât going to give her a chance; not that she wasnât attractive, but this time was all about me, my book, and sand between my toes.
I arrived around noon on a Sunday, typical of any airline specializing in sunny vacations. The plane was overcrowded, with parents and their children excited to be going on vacation. My hard work earned me a seat in business class, and I was glad I did not have to deal with uncomfortable arrangements. I always chose comfort over economy. My missions usually occur in challenging situations and can burn out even the toughest of men, yet they generate great monetary rewards. I promised myself I would not think about work for the next few weeks, but I knew that work had a funny way of finding me when I least expected it.
My hotel, an adult-only resort set on a white sandy coast with azure blue waters, was gorgeous, surrounded by palm trees and exotic flowers. Standing on the beach, you could see the color of the water blending in with the sky and making it all part of one canvas. This heavenly place provided the utmost relaxation and calm. The bar, which I immediately spotted, carried a vast array of good-quality whiskeys. I was a big fan. âI guess I have about two weeks to bring my taste buds to orgasm.â
I checked into my suite, which was large enough for four people, adorned by a large king-size bed, a modern sofa, and wall decorations that included contemporary art. There also was a bottle of champagne with a lovely welcome message from the resort administration.
The garden view was charming. I had explicitly asked for the ground floor. Unfortunately for me, my army-driven brain automatically kicks in everywhere I go. The ground floor is always an easy exit if anything particularly exciting has to happen. After I emptied my suitcase, I managed to get my swimsuit on and grab a towel. The beach was about 300 meters away from my room. I was already beginning to unwind as I walked under the scorching hot sun. I paused for a moment, closed my eyes, and took it all in, the smell of the salty ocean and the warm breeze caressing my beard. I felt at ease. â10 days of leisure; this should be fun!â
I snatched a long chair, scanned the area, and removed my t-shirt, revealing my new full-sleeve Ryu tattoo. Its shapes and contours crawl on my right arm and onto my muscled shoulder, going down to my pecks, with its horns and curves going up to my neck. I also have a Norse sword all along my spine. Both tattoos represent my heritage. My mother is Japanese; she met my father while he was based in Japan in the 50s as part of a special Air squadron reconnaissance team. My fatherâs ancestors were Norse and go back to the Viking era that birthed some of the most savage warriors.
I like to consider my skin like a blank canvas on which I mark down the most impactful moments of my life. The pain is the best part of the process. I like and thrive on it, as it creates this chemical reaction. I start to feel some tingling, then burning, then numbness, and then nothing, as if my nervous system shuts down, and all I am left with is a smirk on my face, wanting more.
I remember my first tattoo in the Philippines, using the ancient âhand-poke style.â The artist uses a stick to puncture your skin with ink repeatedly and with the utmost attention to detail. I was curious to stretch my resilience to pain, and while the scripture I chose on my left rib cage was only a few lines depicting a soldierâs grit, the process, which took 6 hours to complete, brought me an inexplicable sense of nirvana.
Today, at 43, 6 feet tall, and 200 pounds of flesh and muscle, I can say that I have particularly defied time. In my line of work, I earned my wings with over a thousand hours of jumps, crashed many doors, interrogated many assholes, punched way more fuckers than I would have liked to, shot, and killed multitudes of targets, traveled around the world, and saw the most horrific scenes. However, meeting me for the first time will never reveal the pain I have endured. I kept my skin young and my body fit, primarily due to my rigid exercise routines and healthy eating habits. The only thing that might give away my age would likely be the grey hair starting to take over my beard and my frequently grumpy attitude.
I spent my first day in paradise reading, napping, and tasting the vast collection of whiskeys the bartender had on display while picking his brain after each glass. I always had a lot of respect for bartenders. In my opinion, they deserve a doctorate in social engineering. These folks talk to so many people that they hold a substantial amount of knowledge, ranging from fashion to politics to cryptocurrency. They also display a unique ability to listen and care, which many other people unfortunately still struggle to do. That afternoon, we traveled from Japan to Scotland, then Ireland and Canada, tasting the nectar of some of the best distilleries and some of the less known.
Walking barefoot on the beach that evening was sorely needed. I strolled for hours, just looking at the dark skies adorned by bright stars, listening to the waves gently crashing on the shore, and catching from time to time a whiff of the exotic flowers nearby. The restaurants at the resort were full, and I could discern people were laughing, eating, drinking, and having a great time. Some staff members were preparing a massive bonfire on the beach as part of their nightly festival of light and music.
Tonight, I was only interested in regenerating the energy I had lost working like a lab rat for the past two years. I had accomplished six different missions, traveled to eight countries, and was on the verge of severe burnout. Luckily, I had a short break between missions and took advantage of leaving everything behind for a while. Yasmine would have been great company here, and despite what I had planned to accomplish in a short period while on vacation, it would have been fun to get to know her personally.
As I walked alongside the shore, my mind wandered into sexual thoughts that would fire up some imaginative snapshots of Yasmine moaning, the smell of her skin, and how she would react while in my arms. I never really gave it any serious thought. While I suspected she would not decline any offer of intimacy with me, I always regarded our relationship as professional more than anything else. Maybe I could change that and ask her out the next time I was in town. I was sure my proposition would find no resistance.
The smell of the fresh logs burning on the bonfire was inviting. They had set it up close to one of the beach gardens and had many chairs. A piece of gentle music was playing in the background. One of the resort staff invited me to join the group and gave me a beer. I smiled and took the drink while grabbing a seat next to this Canadian couple on a two-week vacation. Linda, a teacher by profession, was pregnant with their first, and they both seemed very excited to start a family. Georges was a plumber and was telling me horror stories about freezing pipes in buildings during the harsh Canadian winter. Chatting away with them made me miss home. Home is Texas for me. While I grew up there and spent most of my childhood on a family farm, my job took me everywhere and, out of practicality, forced me to be close to the headquarters in Georgia.
As I was chatting away with Georges and Linda, I got a whiff of subtle perfume with caramel and warm wood that screamed âyum.â I saw you wearing a gorgeous summer off-white dress slit in the back, revealing some linear tattoos. You were facing the bar of the nearby beach cafĂ©. At this moment, whatever Georges was telling me was becoming muffled by the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. I felt this electrical connection, this chemistry that is hard to explain, yet I hadnât even looked into your eyes. Your presence at the bar was brief, but I had felt it like a slap in the face. I was about to stand up and introduce myself when Linda grabbed my arm and asked me to snatch the nearest plate of candied fish closer to me. When I handed Linda the entire dish, you had disappeared into the crowd. I figured we would cross paths at some point during my stay.
Major Luke Kopper, an ex-Navy seal operator, had seen tremendous action during his time in SOAR (Special Operations and Reconnaissance). When he took the Detachment Commander position, the action and danger didn't wane. But before trouble came knocking on his door, Luke was enjoying his leave time in a tropical paradise with not one, but two beautiful women. The threesome scene was highly descriptive, and so were the other sex scenes with his many partners. I would rate this story as xxx-rated, thanks to Luke's healthy libido.Â
Aside from all the naked times, Luke was engrossed in a case that jeopardized his life more than once. How deep did the corruption go, and how many traitors would come after him? He didn't know who to trust. Deception and danger lurked around every corner, home and abroad.Â
While the erotic scenes did add heat to the story, I enjoyed the mystery and suspense level of Kill Love. Like Luke, I wondered what was going on and wanted answers. The answer was a game-changer! Just when he thought he had it figured out, a curveball is thrown, shocking me and possibly other readers too.Â
As I read the story, I did note several editing/grammar mistakes. The more noticeable ones are capitalization and lack of periods. The author also left an "s" off Internal Affairs Lucas's name. Speaking of Lucas, since the main character is named "Luke," I wouldn't have given the special agent a name so close to the hero.Â
Kill Love is perfect for readers who love stories involving covert missions, spies, the government, and very vivid erotic scenes (some with one man and multiple women). If you are uncomfortable with same-sex coupling, Luke also partakes in one-on-one naked time. Â
But again, sex scenes aside, Kill Love had a lot to offer, and I think readers will love figuring out who's on the right side of the law and who isn't. For what it's worth, I wasn't right.
Update 1/8/23: Â The author has notified me they have corrected the misspelling of Lucas. I have not read the revised copy. If the mistake has been fixed, please disregard that portion of my review. Thank you!