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    Black Veil: Her Harem, #1
    Black Veil: Her Harem, #1
    Black Veil: Her Harem, #1
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    Black Veil: Her Harem, #1

    By Tirza Schaefer

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    A man and a woman, fugitives from Iran, are found by a team of Seals in the marshes east of Basra, Iraq. It turns out that the woman belongs to the family of a religious fanatic and is in possession of information which she uses to secure her and her male companion's safe passage to the US. However, there is one Seal who cannot get her out of his head and it seems, he isn't the only one between the two of them.

    This is the first book in the 12-part Her Harem series by Tirza Schaefer. The story is ongoing and the books should be read in order. Books in the series are:

    1. Black Veil
    2. Wild Thing
    3. Gold Digger
    4. Guardian
    5. Warrior
    6. Takana
    7. Wedding
    8. Angel
    9. Dream Catcher
    10. Naughty
    11. Princess
    12. Dinner for One

    This book also features teasers of all of Tirza Schaefer's romance novels in it as an added bonus gift for you.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTirza Schaefer
    Release dateJan 15, 2020
    ISBN9783946011453
    Black Veil: Her Harem, #1
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    Tirza Schaefer

    Tirza Schaefer was born in Cologne (Köln), Germany. After she graduated from school, where she qualified in German “Abitur” and also attained proficiency in English and Latin (she also studied French for two years and Russian for one), she moved to the United Kingdom in 1991 and lived there for the next eight years. She first started to study for a BA Combined at SOAS (School of Oriental & African Studies, London University) in Comparative Religious Studies & Indonesian Studies, then changed to The London Metropolitan University, and graduated in an HND in Leisure and Tourism Studies and a BA in Tourism Studies with Marketing.. She moved back to Germany in 1999 to embark on a new adventure: being a mother of three wonderful children. At the beginning of 2015, Tirza started to publish her books, and with currently over 30 published, continuously working on more, she is a creative hothouse. In April 2017, an Arabian Mau cat called Taani from Dubai joined the family. In 2018 and 2019, she founded Goddess Reiki, and loves to write about and work with Goddess archetypes to explore her psyche and help clients in this process with their self-development. To this day, despite her many academic achievements, her many talents and skills, Tirza Schaefer has a progressive personality and always strives to expand herself in many areas. A non-extensive list of her qualifications are: *University Graduate *Mother *International Author *Usui Reiki Master/Teacher *Founder of Goddess Reiki *Practicing Witch *Voice Over Artist *Empowered Empath *Goddess Facilitator *Intuitive Reader & Healer Thus, you can never find “the final sentence” for her vita. Her life is an ongoing work of art, of character building, of an expanding personality, yet ultimately always moving forward, always striving for new, for more, for added quality of life, of herself. Tirza is a woman who is as steadfast and loyal as she is adventurous and surprising. It is exciting and worthwhile to observe her further to see what she will come up with next. You never know…

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      Black Veil - Tirza Schaefer

      Dedication

      Idedicate this book , this entire series, to the women who stand up for themselves and others; those who won’t meekly give in and uphold the status quo but those who forge new pathways, risk uncomfortable consequences in their pursuit of freedom, equality and being a bringer of truth and light, and to the men who love and support them, unafraid to stand shoulder to shoulder in rank with them; all equal, free, and liberated.

      Contents

      Dedication

      Contents

      The Story

      Books by Tirza Schaefer

      Follow Tirza on Social Media

      Her Harem, Book 1: Black Veil

      Tirza Schaefer in Series

      Tank: Book 1 of Seals in Spain

      Dom: Book 2 of Seals in Spain

      Seb: Book 3 of Seals in Spain

      Izzy: Book 1 of The Milf Diaries

      Ria: Book 2 of The Milf Diaries

      Reyna: Book 3 of The Milf Diaries

      Sassy: Book 4 of The Milf Diaries

      Calendar Boys: Book 5 of The Milf Diaries

      Drew: Book 1 of Band of Brothers

      Zee: Book 2 of Band of Brothers

      Rico & Chad: Book 3 of Band of Brothers

      A New Family for Christmas: Book 1 of Tirza’s Christmas Tales

      Christmas in Montana: Book 2 of Tirza’s Christmas Tales

      A Beary Little Christmas: Book 3 of Tirza’s Christmas Tales

      A Vampire for Christmas: Book 4 of Tirza’s Christmas Tales

      Tirza Schaefer’s Standalones

      Her Badass Bikers: Queen of the Makani MC

      Balcony Above the Sea  She Couldn’t Outrun Herself

      Badass Heroes: She Swam with Dolphins & a Seal

      Opposites Attract: She Never Wanted Anyone More

      Born to Be Wild: They Went on a Wild Ride from NYC to Tennessee

      In the Event of Love: She Loved a Seal more than Her Career

      Cloud Nine: A Flight Took Her to Heaven on Earth

      Sealed Brothers: A Blast Blew Her Mind

      Dating A Hero: It Ends in a Pool of Bliss

      Chopped Encounter: It’s Raining Marines

      Birthday Present: A Gift for Life

      The Dark Duke: Defying the Rules of Society

      Snake Goddess Rising: Manasa’s Chosen One

      A Little Slice of Heaven: Sun, Sea & Seals

      The Navy Seal’s Nanny: A Banker Gives up Everything for Love

      Kisses In Darkness: She Turned Blind to Truly See

      The Right Kind of Wrong: When Pride Gets in the Way

      Love In The Sky: She Had a Lot of Altitude

      Marine Party: One Marine Stole Her Heart

      Follow Tirza on Social Media

      The Story

      Aman and a woman, fugitives from Iran, are found by a team of Seals in the marshes east of Basra, Iraq. It turns out that the woman belongs to the family of a religious fanatic and is in possession of information which she uses to secure her and her male companion’s safe passage to the US. However, there is one Seal who cannot get her out of his head and it seems, he isn’t the only one between the two of them.

      This is the first book in the 12-part Her Harem series by Tirza Schaefer. The story is ongoing and the books should be read in order. Books in the series are:

      Black Veil

      Wild Thing

      Gold Digger

      Guardian

      Warrior

      Takana

      Wedding

      Angel

      Dream Catcher

      Naughty

      Princess

      Dinner for One

      This book also features teasers of all of Tirza Schaefer’s adult romance books in it as a free added bonus gift for you.

      Books by Tirza Schaefer

      Romance

      Romantic Poetry

      Love Expressed

      Romance Series

      Seals in Spain Trilogy

      (Read in Order, Series in Progress)

      Tank

      Dom

      Seb

      The Milf Diaries

      (Read in Order, Series in Progress)

      Izzy

      Ria

      Reyna

      Sassy

      Calendar Boys

      Tirza’s Christmas Tales

      (Standalone Themed Seasonal Novellas)

      A New Family For Christmas

      Christmas in Montana

      A Beary Little Christmas

      A Vampire for Christmas

      (more to come)

      Band of Brothers Trilogy

      (Read in Order, Series in Progress)

      Drew

      Zee

      Rico & Chad

      Her Harem, A Reverse Harem Series in 12 Parts

      (Read in Order, Ebook Series in Planning)

      Black Veil (FREE ebook)

      Wild Thing

      Gold Digger

      Guardian

      Warrior

      Takana

      Wedding

      Angel

      Dream Catcher

      Naughty

      Princess

      Dinner for One

      Romantic Standalone Novels

      Her Badass Bikers

      Balcony Above The Sea

      Badass Heroes

      Opposites Attract

      Born To Be Wild

      In The Event of Love

      Cloud Nine

      Sealed Brothers

      Dating A Hero

      Chopped Encounter

      Birthday Present

      The Dark Duke

      Snake Goddess Rising

      Romantic Standalone Novellas

      A Little Slice of Heaven (Extended Version)

      The Navy Seal’s Nanny

      Kisses In Darkness

      The Right Kind of Wrong

      Love In The Sky

      Marine Party

      Anthologies

      Summer Heat (A Little Slice of Heaven, Concise Version), May – November 2020

      It’s Always Been You (Fromance, Concise Version), Friends to Lovers themed Charity Publication for the Breast Cancer Foundation July – September 2022

      Please note that my romantic literature contains explicit and graphic sexual content, hot kink and at times, some mild violence and is therefore aimed at a mature adult audience. All novels come with a guaranteed happy ending and no cheating and will melt your heart as well as your panties!

      Spirituality, Parenting & Children

      Spiritual Poetry

      My Spirit Song

      Travelogue, Parenting and Magic

      A Magical Family Holiday

      Children’s Literature

      How Picasso Makes You A Genius (FREE)

      Follow Tirza on Social Media

      Website & Newsletter

      Books2Read Author Page

      Linktree

      Her Harem, Book 1: Black Veil

      Chapter 1

      The marshes were wet and inhospitable. Anyone who didn’t know the terrain and tried to get across put himself in danger. Some parts could suck you under if you were so unlucky as to step into them and have your feet caught by the thick slick that sucked at you like a good whore on a dick. There was no release, however, no getting away.

      Most people who had never been to Iraq before didn’t know about the marshes in the planes of the river beds. The media only ever called it The Sandbox and civilians wrongly supposed that the entire country was one giant desert. This was only true for the Western part of the country, bordering on Syria. There were hills to the north and northeast, which flattened out to the marshlands east of Basra in the Southeast near the lower parts of the Iranian border.

      It was a small part of the country and not suitable for great troop movements. Vehicles couldn’t pass and there was no stretch of road big enough for military convoys.

      It was there that Liam cursed his luck for the hundredth time. As bad as desert and hills were, he hated the marshes, especially the insects. But a sniper from an elite Seal team wasn’t allowed to be a whiny pansy. So he bit his teeth, spat out the juicy but bitter blade of grass he’d been chewing on and moved forward, always testing the ground in front of him with a pole at every step.

      Some stretches were safe but not this one. A local had reported having seen some suspicious movement in the marshes and now Liam’s team had fanned out to find whoever poor goatherd it was that had had the misfortune to encounter a grumpy team of elite warriors. They had been out in the marshes for several hours now, only communicating when necessary to ascertain their positions and that no one got lost or sucked under into the slick.

      Suddenly, Liam heard a quiet whimper. It sounded like that of a frightened woman trying not to make a sound and not quite succeeding. At once, he alerted his teammates and moved forward with stealth towards where the sound came from. He nearly stepped on the veil before he saw it, it was so torn and dirty that it blended perfectly into the ground. But Liam’s eyes were well trained. His eyesight was above average and he was one of the best snipers the US military presently had.

      Another whimper sounded right ahead of him, this time more anxious. Then he heard the insistent low whisper of a man and a woman’s sob.

      "Nah!" she protested, which meant no in Farsi.

      "Baleh!" yes, the man insisted.

      "Nah kheir!" the woman wailed.

      By then, Liam had moved close enough to be able to see what was happening.

      A man, quite tall and muscular, judging from the upper part of his body that was visible to Liam, was stuck in the marshes, he had already sunk in to his torso. A much smaller woman lay on her belly, pulling with all her might at his wrist but not succeeding in moving him even an inch, which wasn’t surprising to Liam. He assessed the situation with one glance.

      The couple had fled from Iran across the border. Maybe they were lovers and their union punishable by the sharia law, meaning, they would be stoned to death. The man had sunk into the slick and had told his woman to move on but she refused to give in to the inevitable. She refused to give up the man she loved. Neither of them was visibly armed and posed no threat in the position they were in. Liam stepped out of the shrubs, his machine gun pointing at the couple, just in case the woman carried a concealed weapon under her hijab, her wide, veiled clothes. Only her headdress wasn’t there anymore. It lay a few feet behind on the ground.

      Get back from him, Liam ordered in English, hoping the woman would understand. He really didn’t feel like having to rummage for his few phrases of Farsi in the recesses of his brain. Languages had never quite been his strong suit but he was one of the best snipers in active service in the US military.

      "Nah!" The woman screamed at him, hysterical with fear and desperation now, tearing at her lover’s wrist frantically.

      The man shouted at her, tears in his eyes, obviously thinking the woman was in danger of being shot or raped by the foreign warrior. Instead, Liam secured his weapon, gave his coordinates to his team and told them, he’d get the woman away from the man, so he could pull him out himself.

      Wait for us, Tyr’s voice sounded through his earpiece.

      Negative. You’re too far. It’s now or dead, Liam replied.

      Chapter 2

      In a moment Liam had lifted the woman away from the slick, torn of the reminders of her veils and secured her with zip ties. She was screaming now, sure he wanted to rape her and crying for her companion whose name obviously was Shahin. The man himself roared and worked himself only deeper into the mud in a vain attempt to get out and defend his woman.

      Liam left her lying, took the veils, tore them in strips and tied them up. It was astonishing how quickly the woman started to sob again, this time with relief when she saw what Liam was doing. He threw the makeshift rope like a lasso and Shahin quickly worked it over his head and arms, securing it around his torso.

      The woman shuffled towards him now, offering her wrists in an effort to make him understand that she would help him if he let her loose. Liam only shook his head. He couldn’t risk her snatching the gun while he was busy pulling out her lover. Liam made a gesture that told her clearly to stay down and put.

      "Nah kheir!" she protested again.

      Liam dropped his end of the rope.

      She sobbed again and shuffled back to where he had put her, lifting her hands as if in prayer, begging him. Liam nodded, took up the end of the rope and pulled. He had only moved Shahin a few inches when his team arrived. Without a word, they spread out, one positioning himself as a sentinel beside the woman and another helping Liam pull the rope. The two of them together took turns with their teammates so they could always rest between bouts of straining themselves. At last, with a loud sucking noise, Shahin lay on the ground beside them, turned on his back and started to laugh with sheer relief.

      Liam patted his shoulder, laughing with him. And then Shahin turned to him and hugged him tight.

      Liam smiled and they helped each other up.

      Tyr gave his scarf to the woman while he untied her. She ran to her man hugged him tightly. But instead of hugging her back, he gently disentangled himself and, very respectfully, took a step back. Then he turned to Liam.

      I owe you my life and that of my charge. We are on the run from the Iranian side and seek asylum. Will you grant us your protection and help us get out of this country? Because Iraq, by now, is only a satellite state of Iran and we would not be safe here, not even in Syria. We must go further.

      Do I look like a travel agent to you? Liam gruffed.

      I meant no disrespect. We will, of course, show our gratitude. I cannot offer you any money right now but when we get to Europe...

      Shahin! the woman hissed to silence her companion, obviously still suspicious of the men whom she had been told from childhood, were the enemy.

      Shahin’s gaze steeled on her and she shrunk back and lowered her head a fraction.

      You must forgive her but she has been through a lot, Shahin excused her.

      That is more than understandable. Please tell her, I only needed her clothes to rescue you and I secured her so she wouldn’t go for the gun. None of us are rapists. We have sworn an oath to protect those weaker than us. Unfortunately, we will have to search her now for concealed weapons and as you see, there is no woman here who could do this. But I will be totally professional, no groping, okay? Will you explain that to her and tell her to trust me, please?

      I will never trust you, the woman hissed.

      Oh, so you speak our language, Liam said and exchanged a big grin with his teammates. All the better. In any case, I will search you now.

      She has a knife strapped to her leg. Please allow her to take it off herself, Shahin begged in an effort to retain some of her dignity.

      Liam nodded at the woman and she turned away from them, lifted her skirts and unstrapped the knife, throwing it at Liam’s feet and giving him a defiant look, challenging him.

      Is that all? Liam asked.

      Yes, she said.

      No, Shahin said.

      He was already being searched thoroughly by Tyr. His handgun was full of slick and could no longer be used. He also had a couple of knives strapped on his body. Liam took a step towards the woman and she lifted her arms sideways for him to search her, daring him to touch her inappropriately. He had to give her this, she had great spirit and wasn’t easily scared. In fact, she had only been scared for Shahin and when she had thought Liam wanted to rape her. Considering he was easily two heads taller than her and a hulk in comparison to her small frame and softly rounded, feminine curves...

      Liam. Tyr’s voice was hardly audible but he had seen the spark in his brother’s eyes and warned him now.

      Liam cleared his throat and searched her quickly and efficiently, drawing a few more concealed weapons from her. While he was doing this, he felt her tremble slightly under his touch. Yet she didn’t look afraid. Her eyes were blazing with fire. Could it be that she was turned on? The thought gave him an instant hardon. How could she possibly be turned on when she hated his guts?

      He ran his hands up her thighs, nearly to the apex, above her clothes. A small moan escaped her lips and at once, she bit on her own tongue and slapped Liam hard across the face.

      That turn you on? Liam asked quietly so only she could hear.

      Her eyes darted daggers at him but her chest was rising and falling quite visibly. Oh yes, she was turned on. And so was he. It had been close to a year that he had not had a woman and this one right in front of him was one fine specimen!

      He straightened himself again to his full height and looked down at her, then swept his hands between and under her breasts to ensure she wasn’t carrying anything there.

      Really? he asked, raising a brow.

      She whirled away from his, stepped behind a shrub and took off all her weapons, throwing the blades at Liam’s head. They went wide, however, and he didn’t even have to duck his head. To his surprise, it was Shahin who burst out laughing first while his teammates only chuckled.

      Yes, she has been the millstone around her parents’ neck always. Very headstrong, since she was a little girl, he grinned.

      Obviously, they weren’t so happy with whomever they were running from and now having been rescued, Shahin’s life saved and the woman being indulged in her antics, rather than being disciplined harshly as some other men would perhaps do it, especially Iranian ones, Shahin had decided to trust these Seals more than anyone else. The poor man would have a rude awakening.

      We have to get going, Shahin said. They’re after us and I am sure, more than just a couple.

      "Baleh," the woman said and moved quickly.

      Considering how headstrong and stubborn she was, the fact that she agreed and obeyed at once told the Seals more about the danger than Shahin’s words. In these parts, seeing such a headstrong woman was rare. Not that all women were meek, some even strapped bombs to their bodies or those of their children. But they were full of fear and misdirected hatred and their bark was that of a wounded animal, mindlessly snapping at every hand that reached out, to hurt or help, it didn’t matter.

      This woman was different. She was discerning, not hateful, her aggression was a bluff, not an attitude. Yes, she would not take no for an answer if she didn’t get what she thought was her due but at the same time, Liam was certain she preferred a good discussion over hateful exchanges, once she felt safe. And the way she glanced at their weapons as they started walking, told him that she was uneasy about firearms more than about the men who carried them. By now, he was even quite certain, she would not have touched his gun, had he not tied her up when he had tried to pull Shahin out of the slick mud.

      So what is your name? Tyr asked her over his shoulder.

      Sherazade, she answered.

      That’s bull, Tyr grinned. "But I like the 1001 Nights fairytales so I’ll just call you Sheera for now. I should probably tell you that you’ll get questioned once we reach the base and it’s up to you whether or not that’s gonna be pleasant and quick or not."

      I heard Americans torture women, she hissed at him.

      Tyr shrugged.

      Not our usual practice. But when there are a lot of American lives at stake, or any lives, I mean, that’s maths, no more. It’s not nice and it’s not good and there is no excuse, really, but sometimes it has to be done. Usually, it’s enough to frighten the women and not actually do anything. Trust me, that’s nothing any of us enjoys and we all try to avoid like the plague, Tyr told her.

      You’re the first American who admits to that in my face.

      How many have you met? Tyr countered. It’s not a nice thing to talk about. And I wish I could tell you, no one will harm you. I’m not the one doing the interrogations, though, and I know that now, just after recent events with the Iranian general, a lot of men on base are trigger happy. They all lost someone here. And they will not be too patient when it comes to protecting their own.

      What Tyr was telling her was true. Shahin was walking beside them and listened silently. He didn’t speak and Liam was sure he was going to try to strike a deal to protect Sheera, as Tyr had christened her. Well, not christened in a religious sense, these two people were Muslims, of course. Even language was something Liam questioned more and more these days. He looked down at the ground as they were walking but kept checking all around him as well, like he was trained to do. To some questions, there was never an easy answer.

      Silence had fallen over the small convoy of seven men and one woman as they trudged along through the marshes. The way out was much quicker now and when they reached the first larger free clearing, there was a helicopter to pick them up and fly them out. The people hunting Shahin and Sheera were either keeping a weary distance on purpose or they were really that far behind. Either way, the helicopter lifted off and brought them back to base without any incidents.

      Chapter 3

      It took three days until Liam saw them being escorted from a building in which he knew interrogations took place. He walked over and looked carefully at both of them.

      You okay? he asked.

      What would you do if we weren’t? Sheera asked.

      Kill someone, he growled.

      We’re fine. We’ve been treated very well. They even offered halal meat to us, Shahin told him. Thank you for asking, my friend.

      He’s not your friend, Shahin! Sheera said disdainfully.

      Something was wrong, Liam could tell. But it wasn’t anything to do with the interrogation methods. Shahin wouldn’t be so kind to him and Sheera didn’t look pale, only...disappointed. Was she disappointed in him? What had she expected? That he’d come charging in, demanding her release and ride off into the sunset with her?

      She held her head high, defiantly so. Yes, she was hurt. She had hoped for more and she hadn’t got it. Well, life wasn’t a pony farm. You couldn’t always get what you wanted. And personal sentiments aside, just because a woman was hot didn’t mean he’d give up all his training and circumspection. And he certainly would never fall for a woman who only used him as a source of information, which Mata Hari had done to a great number of men over a hundred years ago.

      There was a reason he hadn’t asked for news on her and Shahin, precisely because he was already too emotionally involved and the fact that he felt guilty under her accusing stare only drove home to him that he had acted in the right way. He couldn’t think clearly any longer where this woman was concerned. Even Shahin. The man was so...honest. Honourable even. Liam could tell it wasn’t an act, especially in view of that fact that Sheera was so obviously disappointed in him. If it was all a ruse, both would act differently.

      And then a shot rang and Liam grabbed Sheera, threw her on the ground and himself above her. Not a second later, a body landed on him and two arms wrapped around his head, shielding it. Shahin was protecting him. He wasn’t merely covering Sheera as well, he was protecting an elite warrior from a country his own country traditionally hated.

      It was only an exhaust, guys! someone yelled and Shahin was lifted off Liam, then Liam was helped up and he carefully pulled Sheera off the ground.

      Why did you do that? he asked Shahin and at the same time, Sheera asked him the same thing.

      You saved my life, Shahin answered simply. And you want her and never did anything dishonourable, although you could have.

      I swore to protect and serve, Liam told Sheera. You were the only civilian woman here in imminent danger from a banging exhaust. The only woman, period.

      I should probably tell you that my real name is not Sherazade, as you already suspected. Neither is it Sheera. I’m Ana, sort for Anahit. Like the Goddess. And I am the niece twice removed of Ayatollah Rouhani. We will live in the US from now on. I will be a citizen of your country and Shahin as well. He didn’t give out any information. He only helped me to flee because I was promised to marry a horrible old man as his fourth wife, Ana said. He is not a traitor. But he believes in freedom for women. He was my father’s bodyguard and educated me as a child. Everything I know, I have learned from him. I want you to know that Shahin is a man of honour. I am the traitor. I had information I sold to your government for safe passage to the USA and the right to live there for both of us. Shahin never knew until just now. I don’t know if he will still speak to me ever again but at least I made sure he is safe because he cannot go back after helping me flee across the border and then me doing a deal with the enemy government. He’d get shot on sight. I just don’t want you to think he is a traitor. I am. I will fight the government of my beautiful country until all women are equal and no man will marry more than one woman or dare to lay a hand on his wife or daughter.

      Okay...Ana. And I think you’ve done the right thing. And so has Shahin.

      And then Ana grabbed his head, pulled him down and kissed his lips lightly before she was gently pulled along to a waiting jeep.

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      Tirza Schaefer in Series

      There are several series in work in my writing cave. Let me introduce them to you.

      Seals in Spain

      This is a trilogy that contains an ongoing reverse harem story with a slight reverse age gap and needs to be read in order. The books are called Tank, Dom and Seb, after the three male MCs, ex-special forces turned billionaires who love to share one woman. And this woman is Sarah.

      For more information, excerpts and reviews:

      https://www.tirzaschaefer.com/sealsinspain

      The Milf Diaries

      This series consists of five books, Izzy, Ria, Reyna, Sassy and Calendar Boys. Although the MCs change from one book to another, there is an overall storyline in this series that even includes the characters of the Seals in Spain trilogy. Apart from Ria, which is a one-on-one romance, they are all reverse harem stories with a slight reverse age gap.

      For more information, excerpts and reviews:

      https://www.tirzaschaefer.com/themilfdiaries

      Band of Brothers

      This is a military romance trilogy and includes the books Drew, Zee and Chad & Rico. The trilogy centres around a team of special forces US Marines and their lives and loves and should be read in order for best understanding, even if the main characters vary in each book.

      For more information, excerpts and reviews:

      https://www.tirzaschaefer.com/bandofbrothers

      Her Harem

      This is a 12-part reverse harem series with an ongoing storyline and needs to be read in order. The series is still in the planning stage.

      For more information, excerpts and reviews:

      https://www.tirzaschaefer.com/herharem

      Tirza’s Christmas Tales

      This is collection of quick romance reads with a seasonal theme and are standalones that can be read in any order. Thus far, three books are included in this series. A New Family for Christmas, Christmas in Montana, A Beary Little Christmas and A Vampire for Christmas.

      For more information, excerpts and reviews:

      https://www.tirzaschaefer.com/tirzaschristmastales

      Tank: Book 1 of Seals in Spain

      1: Mediterranean & Ménages

      The paper lay ready on the table where she’d placed it last night. Sarah had to find a new job and a new apartment. She looked out of the window. It was cold and rainy outside. The heating bills would be monstrous. Her apartment wasn’t insulated but it had been the only one she’d been able to afford at the time. And when she’d found a job, she’d been grateful someone had given her a chance.

      However, the constant worry about money had soon dampened her joy and she knew it was time to move on. So on this Saturday morning, she was ready to look through the papers to move on.

      After ages of scouring the local ads, she sighed. Either, she didn’t have the necessary qualifications, or the jobs weren’t any better paid than her current one. The other alternative was heavy labour, something she couldn’t do with her chronic leg injury. Standing and walking for long hours on end were things of the past. She decided to try her luck online instead.

      Sarah switched on the computer and looked through vacancies. But there was nothing locally. She sighed again and did a wider search.

      Housekeeper Wanted, a headline caught her eye. It was a live-in job in Spain, Marbella.

      Light housework, keeping an elderly lady company. Carers and cleaners already present. Job description: Managing staff and household expenses, payment of bills, two days cooking when cook is off.

      Sarah frowned. That sounded lovely, almost too good to be true. She read on.

      Villa with ocean view, private beach.

      Wow! It sounded idyllic. But if she discarded it out of hand because she mistrusted it, she’d never know for sure, one way or the other. Brushing the negative thoughts away and reminding herself that she created her own reality with her negative thinking and lack mentality, which she was sorely fed up with herself, always living from hand to mouth, she decided it was time for a change in her way of thinking. She had to believe that this not only could be true and just as perfect as it sounded, but that it actually was. And, moreover, that it was hers!

      She quickly wrote a letter and sent her CV, asking about the physical and mental health of the old lady and whether she, Sarah, would be expected to speak Spanish, because she didn’t, but was willing to learn and visit an evening class to be able to better communicate with the locals to perform her duties ever more efficiently and autonomously.

      It didn’t take more than fifteen minutes before she received a reply from a Domingo Santos, the man who had put in the job vacancy, saying that she wasn’t expected to speak Spanish, but the fact that she had raised three children to maturity, as she had informed him in her CV, let him hope that she had the patience to deal with a frustrated soul whose mind was still sharp, but whose body was failing her.

      The result was that the old lady was quick to anger and had been known to fling teacups at her predecessor who had consequently resigned and left. Domingo ran a company and didn’t have the time to spend several hours a day with the old lady. He never said she was his mother, so Sarah wondered whether she was a relative and if not, why Domingo was looking after her.

      When she inquired about the old lady’s interests, he replied she loved literature, loved being read to, but hated audio books. And the fact that he described her temper tantrums so honestly gave her a clue about how bad the whole situation had to be and that many had turned down the job or resigned quickly because of it. So rather than throwing a new applicant into the deep end with false promises, Domingo had obviously opted for being truthful in the hope that only those applied who were genuinely capable of handling such a difficult personality as this old lady in question obviously was in possession of. Frustration oozed from his words, but also hope.

      Sarah replied that she loved to read. She had worked as a voice over artist for a while, but then moved out of the city and, where she lived now, there were no recording studios, she explained. She further suggested for Domingo to call her, as sending emails back and forth was somewhat tedious and inefficient.

      When he did, she answered on the first ring.

      Señor Santos, she answered the call with a smile.

      Please, call me Dom, he replied at once.

      I’m Sarah, she offered in return.

      You do have a nice voice, if I may say so.

      Thank you. I was told that lots of times, so I guess, it must be true.

      And you like reading? Dom asked again to confirm.

      Very much so, yes. In fact, when my children were younger, I used to host a reading circle for children once a week.

      Oh, lovely. So literature is not alien to you?

      "I can practically reiterate Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice by heart," she smirked.

      So you like light romance? he inquired.

      I love the language of the author. She writes, or better, wrote, beautifully. But I do like romance, too. Also historical novels. Although I’m happy to read anything the lady wishes. She’s not your mother?

      Sarah was dying with curiosity about the relationship Dom had with the old lady.

      Uhm, no, you see, she is...well, I don’t live alone, I have a close friend who lives here, too. She’s his mother, he explained and Sarah wondered why there was a stutter in his voice that had sounded so confident before and concluded that Dom and his close friend were most likely a gay couple and he didn’t know what her views on the matter of sexual orientation were.

      It’s very nice of you to care for your partner’s mum so much, Dom, she offered, wanting to reassure him that she didn’t have a problem working for and living with a gay couple.

      Uhm, we’re not a gay couple. We’re more like a house share. And actually we’re not two, but three. But we’re not messy or loud and we don’t throw wild parties or anything. We’re rather quiet, really, and don’t go out that much at all, only to eat at restaurants, but we don’t party.

      He was eager to reassure her, she heard it in his voice.

      Oh good, she answered cheerfully. I mean, about not throwing wild parties. I don’t mind whether you are gay or straight or whatever.

      With three men around, if she ever needed anything heavy lifted, she could always ask one of them. That was all she was concerned about when caring for a frail old lady.

      So I take it, the lady’s son is British? she asked.

      Yes...no, Dom began, confusing her further. I mean, his mother is, but he grew up in the States. His father was in the US Marines and Seb, Sebastian, was in the Navy after college.

      Interesting. And you went to college in the States? she asked.

      Yes, I went to study there for a year. It was an exchange program, he explained.

      As he spoke English fluently with only a slight – and very sexy – Spanish accent, Sarah assumed that he wasn’t American or British himself.

      How wonderful. And who is the third gentleman? Sarah asked.

      That’s Tank. His real name is George, but no one ever uses it. He was with Seb in the Navy and looks rather fearsome due to some scars in his face, but he’s a true gentleman, polite, well-mannered and doesn’t talk much at all. He likes to build things. He’s got a workshop on the grounds where he is most of the time, so you’ll probably only see him at mealtimes. And even then, you have to call to remind him.

      What kind of things does he build? Machines or surfboards? That’s his job? she laughed.

      He builds robots for a living. There are mechanical, as well as IT components to it. Don’t ask me, it’s way over my head and he doesn’t talk so much about the details of his work. He’s a member of Mensa, so he’s officially a certified genius, Dom explained.

      That was impressive, Sarah thought. A genius who wasn’t arrogant, but polite and quiet? She had always imagined a genius to be arrogant and feeling superior to ordinary humanity, also high-handed and inconsiderate. But Tank sounded like a quiet, humble person who loved his work so much that he became so immersed in it to the point he forgot everything else around him, including meal times.

      What does Seb do? she asked next. He’s no longer in the Navy, I take it, or he wouldn’t be living with you in Spain.

      He’s left a long time ago. He works for the Spanish government, training task force teams as a freelance training instructor, Dom told her. Police and military. So he has to travel on occasion, but he’s got his own training center so mostly, people come to him.

      That’s nice, Sarah mused. That way he isn’t away from his mother too often.

      Uhm...they don’t really talk. I should perhaps tell you, Pearl, his mother, thinks we’re gay and rather than a being a couple...

      He cleared his throat with embarrassment, which made Sarah feel less intimidated.

      She thinks you are living in a gay ménage à trois? she asked gently.

      Ah, yes.

      And she’s homophobic? Sarah prodded.

      She tells everyone who comes into her room, she has to live in a perverts’ den, Dom sighed heavily. There is no point in hiding this from you. You’ll find out soon enough yourself, if you decide to meet her, so you better know upfront what you are getting yourself into.

      Her earlier assumptions had been confirmed by that statement. Pearl wasn’t an easy woman to handle and there was no point in wasting everyone’s time by making her out to be a nice old lady when the truth of the matter was very different. Sarah appreciated honesty over everything else. Beautiful words, however much she liked to read good literature, were one thing, but if they veiled the truth, there would be a very rude awakening and trust would be destroyed. Something she had experienced in the past more than once.

      Oh. That’s very narrow-minded. I mean, even if that was your chosen lifestyle, there is nothing wrong with that. It’s as natural to be gay as it is to be straight. Or any other kind of sexuality between consenting adults that doesn’t damage anyone, Sarah said to make her view on these matters clear so Dom didn’t have to feel anxious and embarrassed about her reaction any longer.

      Well, thank you. Yes, of course, it is. Only Pearl doesn’t see it that way and she doesn’t believe we’re not gay because we don’t date much. Well, if we do, we don’t bring the ladies home, he said.

      That’s a good rule, Sarah agreed. As long as you’re not serious about someone.

      She was happy to hear that she would not have to contend with an endless string of strange females at the breakfast table, were she to take the job.

      Yeah, well, Tank doesn’t talk much and his facial scar and size puts a lot of the ladies off, too, to be honest, I’m always busy and Seb’s got a sick, crazy mother and a strenuous job. He interviews her carers every day when he gets home from work about how she is and so on, but he refuses to go in and speak to her again. And she is just as stubborn.

      So there was a lot of dysfunctional family dynamic there, Sarah thought. In the past, she had also worked with families and children who came from a dysfunctional home and taught both parents and children how to relate better to and communicate with each other. She was sure, she could help here, too.

      I’ll see what I can do about that, she said.

      If she was good at one thing, it was getting people together. Then she realised, she didn’t have the job yet.

      You sound like you’re willing to leave your entire life behind? Dom asked carefully, but she detected a faint glow of hope in his voice that made her smile instinctively.

      You have no idea how high my heating bills are and I definitely need a new job, anyway, she answered ruefully.

      Would you like to fly out here for an interview? We’ll pay your travel expenses, of course, Dom reassured her.

      Sarah felt her heart skip a beat and then start pounding quickly with excitement. There was an element of fear of the unknown in it as well. It had not been easy to move out of London to a more rural environment in more ways than one and that had still been in the same country. However, she was determined not to allow her fears to stop her from changing her life for the better. The least she could do for herself was to give herself the chance to fly out and meet the people concerned to see what life was like in Spain in that, admittedly, somewhat unusual household.

      Yes, I’d love to. Just one more question about your ad. You wrote the pay is above competitive rates. How much exactly are we talking? she asked.

      Why don’t we talk about it when you’ve met Pearl? Dom suggested quietly. I promise you, if you say no, it won’t be for financial matters.

      Ah, she’s that bad, is she? Sarah asked, making Dom sigh.

      There is no point in lying about it. She is. Tank is Samoan and has some facial tattoos as well, and because the Arabs were here for centuries, I guess, I’ve come out a bit dark...

      So she is racist, too? Sarah asked.

      Yes. She’ll love your blonde hair and blue eyes, Dom said drily.

      And you wouldn’t consider putting her in a care home?

      Seb wouldn’t do that.

      But you would?

      We all agreed that we’ll put up with it. She’s family. We’re as close as brothers, so...

      That’s extremely noble of you, Sarah said.

      She felt a deep respect for those men’s characters. Being discriminated against racially and sexually in their own home by a person who was solely dependent on them to boot took a lot of love. If not for her, then for their friend. The bond of brotherhood between those three men had to run very deep, which endeared them to her even more. That level of commitment and compassion, this kind of unconditional love for one another was rare when really put to the test. And it was also an ideal she shared herself.

      Dom sighed. She’s in her room, so it’s bearable. Do you still think you want to see our crazy household?

      I’m quite intrigued, actually. And I think the three of you must be very nice people to honour the Nazi mum so much.

      Nazi mum? Dom repeated.

      Well, she sounds like one.

      Dom chuckled.

      I like you, too. When can you come down?

      I can hop on a plane tonight and return tomorrow night, if you like, or I’ll call in sick one day, depending on how long you want me there.

      Pack your bags. I’ll book you on the evening flight, Dom said.

      He was obviously a man of action, not prone to waiting around and putting things off. Or they were all just that desperate to find someone for Nazi Mum. Either way, Sarah didn’t mind. Having a day’s break in a luxury villa by the ocean in Spain wasn’t exactly a sacrifice, was it?

      2: Trouble in Paradise

      Dom had booked her a seat with extra legroom, this small gesture of concern for her comfort was further proof of the man’s desperation, she thought. He’d pick her up personally, he’d said and had told her he’d take her to a restaurant for dinner on the way home.

      The flight went by uneventfully. Sarah spent the time reading and touching up her makeup one last time before touch down. As she had only a small case of hand luggage with her, she didn’t lose time at the luggage retrieval before she could walk out of arrivals. She wondered what Dom looked like and whether he would be able to recognise her from her photo. She had no idea what he looked like. Maybe he would be holding up a sign. It was always so embarrassing when you had to ask strangers whether they were someone you were supposed to meet for the first time.

      But then she heard a voice she instantly recognised calling her name. When Sarah caught sight of Dom for the first time as she turned her head in the direction of where his voice had come from, her breath caught in her chest. Could this man smiling and waving at her really be her new boss?

      Dom was beyond beautiful masculinity personified. He was taller than most other men in the crowd, and considering that Spanish people were usually mostly shorter, that was a pleasant surprise in itself, as she had been worried whether she could see him in a throng, as she wasn’t a tall person herself but rather short, only five feet four inches.

      Dom was well-built and filled out his elegant, yet casual and obviously expensive light summer clothes to perfection. He might be sitting at a desk all day, but he didn’t look it. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, as far as she could tell, but instead, enough muscles to draw immediate attention not only from other women but also men.

      His features, however, were stunning. His hair was wavy and black, cropped short on the sides and longer on top, sleeked back with some gel, thick and springy. It would be a pleasure to run her hands through, she was sure. His jawline was strong, his lips full and bow-shaped, determined. His charcoal eyes held an intensity and authority as he moved towards her that made people move out of his way instinctively, and his cheekbones were high and clear-cut. He sported a fashionable five-o’clock shadow, too, that lent his face some added masculine aura and a certain hint of ruggedness that made him all the more attractive in her eyes.

      Sarah! It’s so good to meet you. I hope you had a pleasant flight?

      He shook her hand warmly and turned on his most radiant smile. It worked. Sarah felt like

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