Off Track

by C.L. Hadyn

You would think a Native American, who could track a piss ant through a meadow covered in heavy grass, wouldn’t get lost. But he was lost. Orion Brown, son of a full-blood Lakota Sioux was lost, but not in any geographical location. Orion was lost within himself. The deaths of five of Gunnery Sergeant Orion Brown’s men in combat in Afghanistan, and their battle buddies crying on his shoulder, had put him into unknown territory. Oh, he’d remained strong for the Marines who survived. He bucked them up to resume combat without their battle buddies guarding their sixes, but it had cost him. His stronger than strong routine had earned him an honorable discharge from the Marine Corps, panic attacks, and the inability to touch or be touched by other human beings without having a nuclear nervous meltdown. His assigned VA shrink was a joke. Well, the man himself wasn’t a joke. He was sincere, he gave the impression he cared, and he listened when he grudgingly shared some of his feelings, but if he mentioned “survivor’s guilt” just one more time, Orion would show him just how much damage a Marine could do to office furniture. The doc just didn’t get it. He was damned if he tried to open up and interact with the people around him, and he was equally screwed if he let anyone throw an arm over his shoulder or kiss his cheek or slap him on the back. The first induced no feeling at all, as in semi-frozen stiff on a morgue slab, and the second induced panic attacks of epic proportions. He was rapidly being torn apart by the dichotomy of reactions. A slip of a finger on his PC keyboard, offered salvation. The BDSM site wanted to know if he was a Dominant or a submissive. He almost didn’t fill out the personal questionnaire, but overhearing the prevailing opinion of him from two of his students in the Marine Special Operations Tracking/Counter-tracking Course he taught, convinced him he needed to go beyond conventional medical practice. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have an extremely sexy Mistress paddling his backside if he was brought back to the land of the normal. But the Great Spirit was not inclined to grant him normal. Irony of ironies, there was no female Dominant at the local dungeon strong enough to keep him from topping her. Instead, he was assigned to Dai Waleska. A six foot, two-inch Japanese-American Kung Fu Master. Now the overriding question was, was it worth submitting to another man’s physical, and possibly sexual, domination for a chance at getting back on a normal track. Which was more important? Dominance and submission to conquer his frozen core and panic attacks, or maintaining a macho Marine image that would more than likely end with him gargling with a Glock somewhere down a very short road?

Genres: Military Fiction, M M Romance

166 pages, Paperback

First published May 12, 2017

Reviews

[Tristan · Rating 3 out of 5]

2.5-3/5

It has some potential with the set up, but I found the book bland. What ticked me off was the ending. Idk if the author is trying to set up the next story or not, but to pull away from the main characters and focus the last 10% on a completely different couple seemed weird to me.

[Aditu · Rating 1 out of 5]

DNF at 55%, this was so unbelievable bad.

[Artemisia]

I'm going to steal and modify a line from people commenting trailers and say I just read 90% of the book.
The premise seems interesting, but don't write the whole plot in the summary! That is why it's called summary.
*EDIT
It was a nice read. But I was hoping for more.

[Donna · Rating 5 out of 5]

BDSM is not a category that pulls me in, but I've read all of Hadyn's work and had to check it out. Boy, was I right. It's very different from what I expected and intriguing in the study of these two men. Highest recommendations, you'll enjoy this one.