EYETOOTH
J.L. Hugh
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EyeTooth
Jake’s freelance missions for the government are urgent, sensitive and secret as a highly trained former special ops soldier. In fact, nobody can acknowledge that he exists. Jake is called for a surgically precise mission to deliver retribution after a village chieftain’s deception in South Asia leads to the ambush of a SEAL team. Can Jake survive the dangerous journey to his objective, obtain necessary information and retire the target before a competing assassin and without being killed himself?
Adults only. Caution: this story contains explicit sex and violence.
EyeTooth
Jake looked over his shoulder as he ran, the helicopter cart wheeling toward him. The huge machine skidded past him like a massive broken toy plowing through the dirt, taking small trees with it, rotors kicking up chunks of mud. Jake could see the pilot’s reflective helmet visor and knew that the pilot was staring at him as he twirled sickly through space.
The chopper rammed into the base of a large tree, shattering the glass around the cockpit and bringing it to a halt as the screech of tearing metal seared the air. Jake sprinted away from the aircraft, trying to gain as much distance as he could before he heard the sound of another rocket-propelled grenade or the chatter of machine gun fire.
The helicopter had been his ride to this hilltop only a minute before but as it was gaining altitude and swinging away into the twilight, a flying grenade had taken out an engine and the metal bird had come crashing to the ground.
Jake’s current situation required him to ignore years of training to assist and protect downed comrades. Instead, Jake was trying to clear the area as fast as he could. He needed to disappear into the night. The chopper crew that brought him had been under similar orders not to assist him in any way or even speak to him on the flight in. He couldn’t be seen and he didn’t exist.
Jake ran through the forest silently, vaulted a downed tree and leaped a small ledge without slowing down. A silhouette suddenly appeared in front of him. He altered course slightly, running directly toward the shadow. Slipping a shallow, wide blade from a sheath strapped to his shoulder, Jake brought his full momentum to a point at the man’s throat just as the muzzle of a rifle began to swing up.
The edge of the blade sliced cleanly through skin and cartilage and had just reached the spine when the fist that Jake had closed around the hilt of the knife connected with the esophagus. The impact lifted the man’s feet off the ground and Jake lowered the body silently with his left arm as it dropped to the forest floor.
Running at full speed again, Jake saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye. Grabbing a silenced pistol from his thigh, Jake fired twice at the chest, once at the head and saw the figure collapse.
An hour later, Jake glanced at the GPS on his Smart Watch and slowed his pace. The high mountain air was thin and cold but Jake’s full body combat suit kept his temperature regulated and eliminated the need for extra clothing. Sensors embedded in the prototype fabric also sensed subtle light changes, adjusting the color of the suit as necessary to blend with Jake’s surroundings. He had traveled a full ten kilometers from the crash over rough terrain and had another twenty to go but his route required more caution now.
Jake sat down on the soft forest floor, allowing his breath to stabilize as he evaluated a trail ahead of him. The night was perfectly silent but still Jake waited. He tuned his ears to the minor rustling of the leaves and sounds of insects scuttling through the dead leaves on the ground. Satisfied there was no sentry, Jake had just started to move when a shadow in the moonlight caught his attention.
A figure slowly walked down the trail, making no noise and stopping often, obviously listening. This was an experienced one, Jake thought. Quiet and cautious. Jake considered using his silenced pistol from a sitting position. Very stable and accurate. However, silence was essential and an instant kill shot in the moonlight on a moving target was difficult and too much of a risk to take.
When the man reached the section of trail next to Jake, he stopped and looked in Jake’s direction. Jake knew he was invisible as he lay half-covered by leaves and leaning with his back against a tree, but the feeling was still creepy. His breathing was steady and silent and Jake knew his combat suit also prevented any odors from escaping his body. Still the man wouldn’t move.
A tough customer indeed, Jake thought. After spending a long time in the woods, you begin to develop an intuition. This man seemed to have it. Almost a sixth sense. Jake knew because he worked hard to keep his sharp. Finally, the man slowly continued. Jake crouched and moved toward the trail. He wore an advanced flexible rubber soled slipper that was snug on his foot but allowed the freedom of bare feet. He could feel the ground and was completely silent.
When Jake was ten yards away from the man, he slipped his knife out of its sheath and began running. Reaching a full sprint he had closed half the distance before the man turned to see a shadow dropping onto him from above. Jake jammed the knife into the esophagus with one hand and jerked up on the chin with the other. Either move was enough, both together made sure that it was foolproof. As a final last reflex, the man’s finger tightened on the trigger of his Kalashnikov rifle, lighting up the night and shattering the silence with a burst of gunfire.
Shit. Jake picked up the body, hauling it off the trail and covering it with leaves. Someone was sure to find it quickly but it was better than nothing. Jake could only hope that the sound of gunfire was common enough around here to go unnoticed.
Jake started off on a trot down the moonlit trail. His lightweight goggles enhanced the natural lighting and he was able to see roots and rocks without using full night-vision equipment.
When he was within 15 kilometers of his target, his Smart Watch took notice and began to work even as he still ran, downloading updated information from drones and last minute bits of data from intelligence. Jake’s preparation for the mission involved extensive research on the surrounding area, including the village, the terrain and of course, the target. Even though his well trained memory retained all the information it was available on his Smart Watch if he needed it. Redundancy and leaving nothing to chance was how he stayed alive and got the job done. ‘Trust but verify’ was the phrase often used in his chosen field of operation.
Working closely with the CIA and military intelligence, Jake was often selected for jobs that needed surgical precision. He was an independent contractor because he was called for the jobs that either nobody else could do or was permitted to do by law. He had only one contact at United States Special Operations Command who delivered mission goals and discussed objectives and Jake liked it that way. Fewer people to deal with.
When ranking officers needed something done quietly and quickly, they knew they could call Jake’s contact. Sometimes Jake’s contact jokingly called him Agent Eyetooth. Sharp and to the point. Missions with a bite. Jake liked the different references in the name and had adopted part of it. Eyetooth.
Tonight his objective was the local chieftain who had knowingly passed bad information to his CIA handler. Trying to play the field from both sides, the chieftain willingly exchanged money for the coordinates of a weapons cache and also took money to plant false data.
The results were disastrous, with two special operations teams coming under ambush. A long, drawn-out battle led to the deaths of two SEALS and one Pararescue Jumper before support could arrive and even the score. The carnage was severe and only two bodies from the ambushed party had been found after the battle. The missing SEAL was presumed dead due to the amount of blood found where the man had fallen but the investigation was still continuing.
Tonight, Jake had been called in as retribution. He could be a one-man wrecking ball if necessary but the goal here was surgical precision. Gain access to the chieftain’s computer, interrogate him if necessary to gain as much information as possible and then “retire” the target.
Jake’s pace was even as he covered ground efficiently and his mind automatically cataloged information about the temperature, moonlight and terrain. As he dropped down out of the mountains, he began to see more fields and soon the path reached an intersection with a bumpy dirt road. Jake knew he was nearing the edge of the village and immediately unzipped a large pocket near the small of his back. He put on the loose fitting traditional dress and head covering of a local man over his body suit and took out several energy bars.
He sipped a few ounces of hot black coffee from a drinking tube and ate an energy bar as he walked along the road. The combat suit had started heating the coffee several minutes before by converting the kinetic energy of his running into directed heat. During the day, the combat suit’s fabric collected solar energy and stored it in a plasma gel battery. An insulated pouch in his chest stored the liquid. “Too bad it doesn’t fry eggs,” Jack chuckled to himself. Jake knew to take every advantage he could and some caffeine and warm liquid kept him mentally on top of his game.
Jake saw few other people walking along the deserted road in the pre-dawn hour and nobody spoke to him. He reached the village within a few more minutes and Jake walked up a path to a small hill. Houses were scattered in the village and Jake found the house he was looking for quickly. Walking past it without stopping, Jake glanced at his Smart Watch one last time before switching it to mission mode which blackened the screen. He pressed a small button on the side of his goggles to activate the miniature video camera and walked directly up to the front door. He pulled gently but the door was locked.
The sky was just turning pink with dawn as Jake inserted small steel tools into the doorknob and picked the lock. He quickly defeated it and slipped inside. Jake had studied information about the interior of the safe-house from military intelligence for hours. As a result he knew exactly where he was going. What he didn’t know is where the other people would be. His intel told him that as many as three other conspirators could be in the same place.
Assuming anyone in the house would probably still be asleep at this time of might be reasonable but Jake didn’t stay alive being reasonable. He stayed alive by assuming the worst and he took his time carefully and silently moving through the house to the room he needed.
Known as Kaleem, the chieftain often rose much earlier than the rest of the people in the house. Jake knew this and was sitting in Kaleem’s office chair waiting when he came in. The comfortable leather chair seemed out of place in the traditional mud and log house but it was very comfortable, Jake decided. He had already finished getting all the information he needed from the laptop and had shuffled through the papers on the desk. The video camera recorded everything and Jake needed only to show a sheet of paper once to record it in high definition. The information was uploaded instantly to satellite and also saved as a hard file on a chip.
Kaleem paused as he quietly sucked in his breath and slowed his walk into the office. Jake’s traditional clothing confused him for a minute but after seeing the business end of a black .40 caliber handgun he knew what was happening. Kaleem was smart enough to move slowly and keep his hands visible.
“Good morning,” Jake said in the local language that he knew Kaleem spoke and tossed him a large pair of zip-tie handcuffs. Kaleem slowly put them on, tightening them with his teeth while eyeing Jake.
“What can I do for you?” Kaleem said evenly.
“You know why I’m here. Please, sit.” Jake got up and pointed at the chair. Kaleem sat down and Jake put his hands on Kaleem’s lower neck. Dispensing with any preliminaries, Jake’s thumbs applied pressure on Kaleem’s spine delivering excruciating pain. Kaleem stiffened, clenching his teeth, sweat immediately beading on his forehead despite the cool morning. Jake stopped just as quickly as he had started, leaving Kaleem gasping quietly with his eyes squeezed tight against the intensity.
Jake knew he could get any information he wanted from Kaleem but this took more time than he had. He could take Kaleem on a journey of pain to a place most people had never been. Bring him to the edge of consciousness and back again. In those moments, Kaleem would gladly tell him everything he wanted to know but he didn’t have time for that today. He needed answers now.
After a couple more demonstrations, Kaleem began to understand what Jake was willing to do and told him his source of information including names, dates and how to contact people. Jake knew much of this information anyway by examining Kaleem’s computer but he wanted to verify.
“Is there anything else you want to tell me Kaleem? Because you know I’ll come back one night and find you.” Jake looked directly into Kaleem’s eyes as he asked the question.
“No, I told you everything.” Kaleem’s blinked and tried to focus on Jake but his eyes involuntarily flickered for an instant to a large rug on the floor.
Jake stared Kaleem in the eyes for another moment longer and then pulled him up into a standing position. “Move the rug, Kaleem.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” Jake nudged the man and pointed at the rug in the center of the room. Kaleem walked over and slid the edge of the rug away with his foot showing a wooden trapdoor set into the floor.
“Kaleem, I’m so disappointed.” Jake chided. “You didn’t tell me everything. Open it.” Jake poked Kaleem with his gun. Kaleem leaned down, lifted the trapdoor and stepped back. A cellar had been dug into the ground beneath the house. Along the walls of the cellar were row of shelves filled with rifles, ammunition and explosives. Jake’s attention was drawn to the middle of the cellar though.
Lying on the floor, bound at ankles and wrists by duct tape was the missing SEAL who Kaleem had betrayed with wrong information. The man was obviously alive with only minor injuries but could say nothing due to a gag in his mouth.
In the instant it took Jake to realize what he was seeing, Kaleem saw his chance. Kaleem shook with glee as he yanked open a desk drawer and grabbed an old style American .357 pistol. He cocked the huge revolver and pointed it directly at Jake’s head. Jake brought his handgun down and turned around to face Kaleem. “Kaleem, please . . . I spared your life.” “You don’t have to do this,” Jake pleaded.
“Did you really think I would tell you everything?” Kaleem scoffed as he carefully aimed the gun. He closed the trapdoor and pulled the rug back over the top of it with one hand without moving his eyes from Jake.
A small smile crept onto Kaleem’s face and he pulled the trigger with triumph in his eyes.
“Click.” Only the empty metallic sound of the firing pin clicking again and again filled the room as Kaleem desperately tried to fire the gun. Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out the bullets, showing them to Kaleem.
“I just wanted to see what kind of man you were Kaleem.” “Did you really think that I couldn’t have taken that gun away from you?” In one swift movement, Jake grabbed the pistol from Kaleem, turned it around and smacked him on the forehead with the butt of the weapon. Kaleem’s head nodded back and forth several times and he sank into the office chair, his head slumped onto his chest.
Jake paused for a moment, listening to the sounds in the house. The entire scene had unfolded with a minimum of noise but he wanted to make sure nobody else in the house had been alerted. A tickle in the back of his awareness began to warn him that something . . .
The thought cut off abruptly and he swung his head to the side. Even so, a glancing blow caught his ear and lit up his universe with pain. He reacted automatically, his torso falling with the blow toward the ground while his right foot levered back as stiff as a steel bar. Even though the kick was blind, it caught flesh and Jake was rewarded by hearing the whoosh of a large breath as he winded his assailant. His eye caught Kaleem still slumped in the chair and knew that he was dealing with a different element.
As the attacker recovered from the kick, Jake rolled away, springing quickly back onto his feet. Instantly a storm of blows rained on him from a figure dressed completely in black. He blocked punches and kicks as he tried to gain an advantage. The figure shifted through different martial arts techniques seamlessly requiring all the skill he had to fend off the hail of assaults. Lightening fast Wing Chun chest blows melded into Krav Maga, the Israeli fighting technique of the Mossad.
He blocked a heel strike with his inner foot, holding the leg in place while the black figure struggled for an opening. Jake repeatedly thwarted any movement and he heard a sharp exhaled breath.
“Your technique gave you away Kira,” Jake hissed.
“You think I didn’t want you to know who was going to steal your mark Jake? I could have taken you out before you knew what happened. This is my job, you’re just extra baggage.”
Jake had heard of this happening before. On extremely high priority targets, the CIA would send two different contractors just to make sure the job was completed, leaving the independent contractors to sort out who would actually complete the job and get the payoff. It had never happened to him before though and his history with Kira made seeing her here that much more surprising.
“Nice to see you again, but you’re not going to leave with anything more than a few tourist photos,” Jake whispered. Despite their physical struggle, Jake could feel Kira’s toned calf against his foot through the skin tight lycra she wore. His mind was immediately flooded with visions of the hot courtyard where they had trained together endlessly.
Sweat would glint off their bodies as they sparred in the setting sun long after the other students had deserted the courtyard. Kira was his equal in technique and he often resorted to superior strength to gain an advantage. The close contact and physical struggle built sexual tension to unbearable heights and often, late in the twilight, he would pin her to one of the smoothed wooden kung fu fighting dummies while they tore off their clothes. Their voices would fill the yard as they fucked like they fought - hard and relentless until they came, releasing the tension of the day.
Jake found himself falling to the floor as Kira used his distraction to fall forward while hooking his ankle and landed on top of him. He registered the press of her breasts against his chest, her incredibly hot pubic mound settled against his groin and the cold circle of metal against his temple where she held a black semi-automatic pistol.
“I could give you this job just for old times’ sake, Jake but then I would have wasted a trip out here for nothing,” she breathed. Her body softened slightly into his, molding to his muscles, her body remembering. It had been years since they had seen each other but the heat between their bodies rose quickly to a boil.
Jake breathed heavily and stared into her eyes while slowly moving his hand up to the barrel of the weapon. She half closed her eyes as he deliberately wrapped a hand around her wrist. Squeezing a pressure point just hard enough to make her drop the handgun, Jake ran his other hand down her back to her amazingly firm ass covered only in a skin-tight body suit. He ran his fingers past the knife strapped around her inner thigh and continued up to her pussy, feeling the emanating heat.
Kira gasped and moved her hand to the side of his neck, finding and squeezing a pressure point. He gritted his teeth with pain and suddenly rolled her over until he was lying on top of her. Jake grabbed the hand at his neck and put it with the other one in his grip. Slamming her heel down into the soft flesh behind his knee, he grimaced and squeezed her wrists together with one hand, moving them above her head.
He could see the swell of her firm tits pressing against her tight, black suit and moved a hand to squeeze the outline of a large nipple poking out. Kira breath came in spurts. “If you think I’m going to fuck you right here, you’re crazy.”
Jake pinched her nipple hard and she bit her lip, trying to quiet the squeal of lust in the back of her throat.
“I’ll be doing the fucking,” Jake growled into her ear.
She struggled against his weight and slammed downward again with both heels against the back of his thighs. “You knew what would happen when you saw I was on this job too,” Jake said, ignoring the pain.
They grappled on the floor, Kira seeking pressure points with her feet and heels but pulling his ass harder into her while he held her wrists and yanked back her head.
“Goddamn you, Jake,” Kira whispered as Jake finally released her wrists and she frantically tore at her bodysuit to expose her breasts. Jake unzipped the suit completely and tore it down all the way off her legs.
The fine line between fighting and wanton lust blurred and they entered the gray area where pain and pleasure met and mingled. Jake pushed Kira’s legs apart and pushed his cock halfway into her. She grabbed the dropped pistol and rammed in into his spine. “You better make this good and hard.”
The sudden pressure on his back drove his cock immediately deeper into her and he started into a hard rhythm, driving her forward across the floor. Kira’s grip on the pistol loosened as she closed her eyes with pleasure and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Kira drove the butt of the pistol into Jake’s back as she urged him to fuck her harder. Her hips met Jake’s plunges into her waiting, wet pussy with her own movement upwards until she began to come and she lost the rhythm as her pelvis spasmed. She squeezed her eyes shut as she came, her mouth wide open in a silent scream of ecstasy.
Jake didn’t stop at her orgasm but powered through, as he continued dominating thrusts into her. Her body shuddered with each powerful slam into her until his dam burst and he squirted massive jets of cum into her.
They lay on the floor together breathing heavily and recovering. Jake’s heartbeat had almost returned to normal when he heard the scrape of a sandal on wood and felt Kira become tense. Her hand still held the silenced, semi-automatic in her hand and she swung it to the left, bracing it on Jake’s shoulder.
Jake saw a man walk into view around the corner of the room. He was obviously still disoriented from the early hour but his eyes flew open when he took in the situation. “What the fu . . .,” were the last words he spoke as Jake heard Kira’s gun emit a light “pffft” and the man crumpled into a heap on the floor with a hole in his forehead.
“Nice shooting from a prone position,” Jake smirked at Kira.
Kira’s mouth opened with a retort but she changed her mind and closed it with a hint of a smile on her face. “I’ll give you 20% of the commission,” Kira said as they picked themselves up off the floor, “that’s my final offer. If you don’t accept, I’ll have to kill you.”
Before Jake could answer Kira let out a muffled yelp and grabbed her right arm as the pistol dropped to the floor. Blood flowed down her arm and dripped steadily onto the floor. Jake’s head jerked around and he saw Kaleem in the corner of the room holding an AK-47 with a silencer extending off the end of the barrel. With a wicked grin on his face he swung the gun toward Jake, lifting the barrel as he aimed.
As soon as Jake heard Kira’s cry of pain he had drawn his pistol from his thigh holster and was now raising the barrel toward Kaleem. Jake dropped to one knee just as Kaleem pulled the trigger. Jake’s gun hissed as he fired two to the chest and one to the head. Kaleem’s brain exploded onto the wall behind him in a mist of red. The body dropped thickly and lay still.
Jake ripped a piece of his traditional robe off and handed it to Kira. Kira wound the cloth around her bleeding arm and pulled on her lycra body suit as Jake pulled back the rug on the floor and wrenched open the trap door. Jake jumped into the hole, cut the bound man loose and handed him the spare .40 caliber handgun that he always carried.
“Wow, am I glad to see you! I’m Sam,” the man said.
“Can you run?” Jake asked.
“Yes, but not fast.”
Quickly scanning the cellar with his goggles, Jake grabbed two computer hard drives that were in plain sight and stuffed them into an oversized pants pocket. He then took a timer out of his pocket and linked it to some of the explosives in the cellar, setting it to go off in two minutes. “Let’s go.”
They climbed out of the cellar and all three of them moved through the still dark house, exiting the rear door of the safe-house to an old Soviet-era jeep. Reaching under the dashboard, Jake jerked several wires out, clipping and stripping with a multi-tool knife from his waist. The jeep roared to life when Jake pressed the bare ends of the wires together and Jake jammed the gearshift into gear. Dirt sprayed against the back of the house from the rear tires.
Jake drove through the narrow roads quickly until he reached the main road and ground the jeep into a higher gear. Just then, Jake’s timer ended its count and an explosion rocked the hillside behind them followed by several larger explosions.
The sun rose as they drove and it was hot in the sky by the time they reached an area large enough for a Blackhawk helicopter to land. A few moments later, the trio had strapped themselves into place and the helicopter gained altitude. Jake leaned back into his seat while medics tended to Kira and Sam. Only after they were airborne did Jake relax and begin to consider the next possible mission.
ALSO BY J.L. HUGH
A IS FOR ANAL
Jenny would love to spice up her sex life but her boyfriend has no imagination and isn’t interested in trying anything new. Even a quick fling with the neighbor leaves her disappointed. All she wants is some spanking, a little bit of BDSM and maybe even some anal sex.
Now she’s late for work and then her boss catches her reading an erotic story about anal sex while she’s on the job. He tells her that she must report to his office after work for punishment or risk losing her job. She really needs her job but this is one punishment she won’t forget. The penalty he imposes may be far more than she expected as her fantasies become reality and threaten to go even further.
B IS FOR BONDAGE
Danielle is on holiday break from college and goes home to visit her parents when the neighbor, Mr. Thompson, offers to loan her a better rake so she can finish her yard work. Danielle ventures into Mr. Thompson’s garage searching for the tool when he leaves on an errand only to find row after row of bondage gear hanging in plain sight.
Danielle runs her hand over the smooth, sensuous surface of a black leather strap and fantasies flood back into her mind of secretly watching Mr. Thompson tie up his girlfriend and spank her. Suddenly, Danielle is jolted back to reality as Mr. Thompson finds her in the garage fingering his gear.
Mr. Thompson knows that Danielle has secretly watched his bondage room in the past and decides that this young upstart needs a lesson in proper bondage gear handling and a reminder to ask permission before touching things that don’t belong to her.
Adults only. This story contains explicit BDSM, bondage, domination/submission, spanking and punishment. All characters are consenting adults and are over 18 years of age.
SEX ISLAND
Chuck crash lands his plane on a remote, unknown island and is rescued by a beautiful woman who is eager to rediscover pleasures she hasn’t felt in years. When the woman takes Chuck to her village, he finds he is the only man on the island and the group of women needs his help for their community to survive. Mother runs the village with an iron fist, forcing Chuck to prove his worth and provide physical service to the community of women. Realizing that other men before him did not last long, Chuck must devise an escape before he is used up and discarded.
SEX ON THE BEACH
Jack Hammer Sex Series: Book I
Jack Hammer is a successful, self-made man and has all the female attention he wants at work and everywhere else he turns. Despite the extra attention from his secretary, he needs something to take his mind off of the long hours he puts in at his desk job. Searching for a change of pace, Jack jumps on a flight to the tropics seeking adventure and something different. Will the sensuous flight attendant be able to take his mind off the daily grind? Can the clerk in the surfboard shop with the long, tanned legs distract him from the mundane, dreary city life?
THREESOME COVE
Jack Hammer Sex Series: Book II
Extending his break from his corporate desk job, Jack explores a remote cove of Maui with gorgeous surfer girl Emma. After discovering new uses for a boat motor on the boat ride to the cove, Emma and Jack find that their cove is not deserted. A beautiful woman shows them the best surfing break and also a cabin in the forest with just enough room for three to spend the night.
SWINGING INTO NEW HORIZONS
Jack Hammer Sex Series: Book III
Jack and Emma travel to Central America seeking a hidden surf break and a remote luxury lodge. They find a way to break up the monotony of the long bus ride through the jungle and finally reach a hidden paradise. Good food, great surfing and a very attractive, very friendly couple in the guest room next door add up to a change of pace that everyone enjoys.
DRIVING A HARD BARGAIN
Jack Hammer Sex Series: Book IV
Jack Hammer returns to the city after his tropical exploits and jumps back into corporate life by negotiating a deal to acquire a large corporation. Mia, the gorgeous CEO on the opposite of the negotiating table, won’t budge on the stock price but Jack is prepared to use everything in his bulging arsenal to make the deal happen. Jack invites Mia to dinner and makes good use of all his assets and the conference room table to break through her defenses and get the price he wants.
THE COMPLETE JACK HAMMER SEX SERIES – BOOKS I - IV
The complete collection of the Jack Hammer Sex Series. Contains books I – IV, including Sex on the Beach, Threesome Cove, Swinging Into New Horizons and Driving a Hard Bargain. Travel with Jack Hammer from Maui to the jungle to the corporate conference room in these four books full of hot women, adventure and heart pounding action.