Inspired by characters such as Captain Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter, black and white films, and vintage burlesque, Donovan seeks to capture the forbidden and erotic side of a decade rich with vibrant hues.
He has an affinity for the 1940s, parboiled detectives, murder mysteries, and sexy, sultry dames. Erotic moments can be triggered by a brush of the fingers, a heated glance, or a daring confession. Donovan seeks to capture these scenes and paint them with words. Romance varies but should never be limited, especially when the characters speak in authoritative tones.
1946, New York City
I missed her. Five years in the army and I wanted her more than I had before I left. When she sent for me, I should have said no. Maybe I’m still a dumb kid with a soft spot for dames in a jam.
Lily knew it. When her dancer sister went missing from the Burlesque joint on 52nd, she banked on me coming to her rescue. But the past caught up and pulled us both under. I keep asking myself—is she worth dying for?
***Warning: This story includes characters from 'Til the End of the Line. Some spoilers contained in this book if you haven't read that one. Contains erotic elements.***
Captain Steven Hunter, Northern France, September 1944
When the drone of bombers fades and the dust from the air raid settles, a feeling of dread simmers in the pit of my stomach. A weathered map, a stack of letters, and a worn photograph are the only items we find in the dead man's satchel.
My brother-in-arms, Sergeant James Kelley, convinces me that we should follow the map. But I never imagined it would lead us here, right into the sights of the enemy. Trapped and left for dead, we struggle to maintain morale when my injured friend drops another bomb. He wants me.
The poignant confession hangs between us like a grenade on a tripwire. I bury the revelation that my best friend wants more than just the bond of brotherhood to focus on the war raging around us and the volatile contents of that satchel. This could mean the end of the line for us both.
***Warning: This story does contain m/m and m/f erotic elements.***