Backlash (Don’t 4)

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Publication date: January 19, 2016
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In the aftermath of Jack Harrison’s release from the psychiatric unit, Gray Raoul’s first instinct is to take brutal revenge on the one responsible for financing Jack’s and Jan’s torturous psychological reconditioning. However, that person plays the game dangerously well, and knows exactly how to manipulate everyone in Gray’s life. To help negotiate this delicate situation, Gray contacts ex-Diadem Doms Trace and Gabriel Hunter. But the more Gray seems to regain control, the clearer it becomes that there’s something not quite right about Jan Richards. Jan quickly unravels, taking Jack and Gray with him, and bringing out one particularly deadly player. Gray is left with one last defense: break Jack down in order to partner up with his alter ego, Martin. But once freed, Martin has plans of his own, and he wants to make it personal with Gray. Complete trust between Master and sub, between Gray and Jack, will be tested to the absolute limit. (M/M)

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“You look good.” Jack came in close to Jan, his arm also slipping under Gray’s jacket to stroke his back and no doubt keep his triad close. He rested his head against Jan’s, briefly closing his eyes as another touch cuddled Jan in close too. “Smell…” Jack took a deep breath, shifting slightly as if to climb into Jan’s soul. “You smell so much better, baby.”

Jan still fought with the origins of the painting, only looking at Jack when his name was called.

“You okay, breakdown?” Jack frowned, his hand finding Jan’s neck and stroking gently.

“It’s getting on for nine, Jack.” Jan looked back at the painting, then frowned at the door. “Gray’s got work in the morning, I’m… I’m…” Gray felt the brush of thumb at the back of his hand from Jan. He wanted out, and that touch was Jan giving a very polite stop this please.

Jack flicked a look at Gray. Shifting black hair from his eyes, he pulled Jan into him. “You tired, breakdown? You know, whether it’s here or a nightclub, doesn’t really matter. I can just as easily get you some hot cocoa topped off with marshmallows. Spider-Man pyjamas… big bunny slippers to flop around in?”

Jack got an elbow in the ribs and he winced, rubbing at the fake damage. “Funny. This taking the piss thing you rely on, Harrison? Stop it,” said Jan.

Jack flashed a grin. “I was being serious.” He winced. “Which is slightly concerning, considering the thought of loving you in Spider-Man PJs is twisted, even by my standards.”

Gray eased a touch along Jack’s slender hip as he moved in close to Jack’s ear. “He needs home, Jack.”

Closing his eyes, Jack brushed his cheek against Gray’s and Gray resisted the natural instinct to shift and let him touch. All too easily the instinct finally won over, and Gray nudged back at Jack’s cheek, asking… needing to be intimate, if only for a minute. Jack shifted a touch and Gray eased the hair from Jack’s neck and feathered a kiss into the curve of his throat.

“Hmm.” Jack sounded distracted. “A 9:00 p.m. precise call to bed. Showing your age, mukka,” he said, finally looking down and patting at Gray’s stomach.

“So said the old guy in his thirties now.” That came off Jan and earned a smile from both of them.

“Carry it on siding with him, Richards. He’s old. I’m—”

“Yeah, an adult,” said Gray, pulling away slightly. “Say it often enough, throw a bit of pixie dust on it, take off your tights, and it might just help you work some magic on your street cred, Jack.”

Jack lowered his look. “I don’t wear fucking tights… they’re… man-stockings, under my coveralls, and there to keep my bollocks warm when I’m under a car, on the floor.” He’d taken to wearing them lately.

“Yeah? You order via Amazon or have a particular ladies’ lingerie section you prefer?” asked Jan. “And how many pairs do you have ordered in rows in your drawers?”

“One, maybe three.”

“Hah! Got you, Jacky-boy.” Jan’s look darkened.

“What?” said Jack.

“Nothing.” A slight blush burned Jan’s cheek.

Jack levelled a finger. “That head of yours goes anywhere near fucking tights, high heels, and a satin skirt….”

Jan’s smile deepened at about the same time as his blush turned blood-red. “Just a thought,” he said quietly.

“Oh well… thoughts.” Jack slid up close to Jan and slipped an arm around his shoulder. “Tell me more about these… thoughts.”

How Jack played Jan like this, and how Jan bit back, was good to see. But the smiles and playful gazes didn’t quite reach “normal”. Gray saw it in how Jack called it a night now and headed back over to the stairs after kissing at Jan’s cheek.

“Boring fuckers,” Jack shouted, sounding lighthearted enough, and Gray almost smiled. Go back seven months, he’d have fucked that mouth out of Jack, with Jack calling him out on doing just that. And yeah, the temptation would have been there to pull Jan a little closer and corrupt his vanilla look, fuel that need for them both to fuck Jack.

Only they’d both been held in the wrong hold, disjointed and broken down where only echoes remained. Gray was in that mix somewhere. A part of him hated himself for it, for how stepping into the public eye beyond MI5 had him wanting to close the door too.

2 reviews for Backlash (Don’t 4)

  1. Rated 5 out of 5

    ‘Backlash’, the fourth book in Jack L. Pyke’s ‘Don’t….’ series brings to mind one word – impassioned. Well, maybe two words – intensely impassioned!

    I always say I don’t know how Pyke could give you more but again in ‘Backlash’ she seems to do just that, taking this thriller to an entirely new level.

    Just like any good master of suspense Jack L. Pyke keeps you right on the edge of realization. As with any good thriller the finger is pointed here and then there as she adds one more twist, one more character flaw, until you just can’t take the itching in the back of your brain any longer.

    The explosive ending of ‘Backlash’ will leave you crying and at the same time fist pumping and asking yourself why you are laughing.

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  2. Rated 5 out of 5

    This is the kind of book I want to read. The kind of book I seek out. Because it’s bigger, deeper, more complex. Sink in, hold on, and tighten your gut because it’s all coming at you. Hard. No fluff. Even the tenderness is difficult. Real. You want a peek at BDSM? Then you go get this series. By this author. And you are immersed. Times ten. Because this isn’t just a kinky little whip-you-until-you-love-me story. No. This is a freaking psychological head fuck with all the trimmings. And because of that you get to see how a Master/sub/vanilla relationship can be the most reasonable way to approach a bond. Tall order for a little MM Romance, hmm?

    THE STORY

    Tender brutality

    A culmination. But hard earned. Have you been paying attention? I mean really paying attention? I’ll bet you thought you knew things. I’ll bet you thought you knew where this was going. You didn’t. At least I didn’t. I didn’t see the angles, twists and plunges. Pyke takes her
    sweet time getting you there. The first several chapters are nothing but pure emotional anguish merged with tender, raw beauty. Deep. Painful. Love.
    Guilt.
    Remorse.
    And revelation.

    Puzzle pieces fit. Martin emerges. Gray has no choice. Shit. Shit. Shit. And Jan is…just so fucked.

    I’d say get yourself in a good emotional place before delving into this one, because it is going to tear at you. The more you’ve fallen for these men, the more you’re going to fall for in this book.

    THE CHARACTERS

    Gray Raoul – Finally we get to see the man behind all the composure. You think you want to know. But do you? The weight on him is crushing.
    “Gray managed a smile, albeit one that tore at his stomach.”

    Jack Harrison – His whole life he’s been fucked with. And still he gives.
    Martin – How in the hell can I love Martin?
    …break Jack, get to Martin…

    Jan Richards – Yeah. I get Jan.
    “Nobody is here for me.”

    THE WRITING

    Pyke’s writing is strong. Her economy of words, as it were, is what makes reading her both stunning and challenging. But in this book it is the storytelling that trumps that writing skill. Looking back at my reviews on the earlier books I see I was flailing at times, but I realize now she had me in her control all along. I am simply hers to dominate.

    “…the past can be nothing but a prefix to better memories.”

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