
An affair that stunned the world. Two men, committed to their impossible love. One general, determined to destroy them both.
President Jack Spiers and former Secret Service Agent Ethan Reichenbach throw caution to the wind, committing themselves publicly as the first out male lovers and partners to occupy the White House. Jack moves Ethan into the Residence, but as Ethan settles into his new role as first gentleman of the United States, not everyone is thrilled with their choices. When it seems like the world turns against them, Jack and Ethan must turn to each other, finding the strength together to press on.
In the chaos, Jack's relationship with the Russian president, Sergey Puchkov, grows closer, and the two nations find themselves working almost as allies. But President Puchkov has secrets of his own, secrets that could rip everything apart. And Ethan steps back into the action with Lieutenant Adam Cooper, taking charge of a covert kill team tasked with hunting down General Madigan once and for all.
But Madigan is elusive, and his dangerous reach is long. He strikes at Jack and Ethan from the shadowy corners of the globe, unraveling their entire world. As the mad general draws new allies together, he is single-minded in his quest to destroy the only two men who ever beat him.
He will stop at nothing until Jack and Ethan are shattered men, worlds apart, and struggling to get back to one another.
And after that, Madigan's true revenge begins…
Jewel's rating:

Wow, what a wild ride that was!
Some things you should know before reading this book:
- If you have not read Enemies of the State, read it first, as Enemy of My Enemy is not a stand alone book.
- If it's been awhile since you've read Enemies of the State, consider rereading it.
- Enemy of My Enemy ends on more of a cliffie than Enemies of the State did (plot-wise, not relationship-wise), so prepare for that...
- You might want to consider taking notes as you read to keep up with the threads and who is good or bad, if you can figure it out (because we just don't freakin know most of the time!) since we'll undoubtedly have to wait a few months for book 3.
- Suspend your disbelief. Turn it off, if you can, because the plot will stretch the limits of it.
- And sit back and enjoy the ride. Hope you like roller coasters!
Enemy of My Enemy was even more action packed and intrigue filled than Enemies of the State. I was at the edge of my seat for nearly all the 400 pages. And, as I mentioned, it ended on more of a cliffie than Enemies of the State did, so be warned -- you are going to want more as soon as you're finished...and you'll have to wait, just like me.
I can't go into the plot here, because you need to go in blind. What I can say is that the conspiracies run deep and vast and no one, including the reader, knows who they can trust. It's one huge mindfuck.
Jack and Ethan - I just love them. Even when my heart was breaking, I loved them. Together, I really think they can do anything. And Madigan and his (not so) Merry Band of Madmen are determined to tear them (and everything else) apart. Jack and Ethan got one thing after another after another thrown at them and there does not look to be an end in sight. And there are other releationship threads, too that I really really want to see explored. Gimme gimme gimme!
We do get some answers, but we also end up with a whole lot more questions. And my biggest question of all, which I will share, is: How long will we have to wait for book 3?
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ARC of Enemy of My Enemy was generously provided by the publisher, in exchange for an honest review.
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Author Bio
Tal
Bauer writes LGBT fiction and romance, bringing together a career in law
enforcement, trauma medicine, and international humanitarian and disaster
relief work to create dynamic, strong characters, intriguing plots, and unique,
exotic locations. Tal’s stories weave together pulse-pounding adventure,
cunning intrigue, and sweeping romance. Tal is a member of the Romance Writers
of America and the Mystery Writers of America.
Pronouns:
they/them
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Excerpt
Tal Bauer © 2016
All Rights Reserved.
Eyes slid sideways, the staff from the East Wing of
the White House all seemingly hovered in the lobby, waiting to catch a glimpse
of Ethan as he entered.
Ethan pushed through, nodding and giving his best
tight smile to the crowd.
“Relax,” Daniels breathed at his shoulder. “You’ve got
your constipated agent face on.”
Ethan threw a glare Daniels’s way.
“These are your people now.” Daniels’s eyebrows arched
high as he nodded to the mass of humanity.
His people. Jesus. The office of the first gentlemen,
all his. Swallowing, Ethan tried to smile again, though he couldn’t fight the
nerves clutching at the back of his throat.
Daniels stayed by his side as he escaped up the
stairway to the second floor of the East Wing. On the quieter second floor, the
office of the first gentleman made its home. Oil paintings of former first
ladies hung on the walls, and at the end of the hallway, a large corner office overlooking
the Kennedy Garden, opposite the Oval Office, sported a shiny brass doorplate,
reading, “First Gentleman, Ethan Reichenbach.”
“Fuck me,” Ethan breathed. Just last Monday he’d been
moody and grumpy with Jack on their nightly Skype call, bemoaning his exile in
Iowa. He’d been frustrated, missing Jack and Levi and Scott and everything
about DC, and Jack had offered him the impossible.
He’d dismissed it out of hand; he didn’t want to be a
freeloader. The first gentleman earned no income. It was a ceremonial position
only. He’d be an anchor on Jack’s neck. An albatross. They were trying to stay
out of the public’s eye, not catapult into it. There had never been an unwed
first gentleman before, and certainly not a gay first gentleman. The whole idea
was a disaster. He’d already done too much damage to Jack’s presidency.
On Wednesday, he’d flown to DC, stood in the Oval
Office, and told Jack he’d take it. He’d resign from the Secret Service and
move back to DC, ending his exile. He’d move in with Jack. They’d build a life
together. No looking back.
That new life started immediately. They’d danced the
night away at the White House Correspondent’s Dinner, and Ethan had torn up his
return ticket to Iowa. Thursday he’d faxed in his resignation. Friday he and
Jack took an early day, spending the weekend ensconced in the Residence as Pete
released the announcement to the world.
And now, this.
It was almost too much. Ethan turned away, breathing
hard as Daniels gripped his shoulder again.
“This is history, man.” Daniels smiled, warm and
bright, and Ethan’s nerves screamed. “I’m so damn proud of you.”
Damn him. Damn Daniels. Ethan closed his eyes, took a
deep breath, and opened them to glare hard at Daniels. “This is insane,” he
grunted. “I don’t deserve this. I’m not this guy. I shouldn’t be here.”
“That’s exactly why he fell in love with you, and why
you are here.” Daniels gave him a gentle shove, pushing him down the empty
hallway to the office that bore his name. “Get going. Your staff is waiting
inside.”
His staff. Jesus.
The heavy white door whispered over plush carpet as he
entered his office. Inside, one man and four women rose together from two pale-blue
silk couches facing each other before a large desk. They smiled and waited,
silent.
He froze until Daniels jabbed him in his kidney. Ethan
strode behind the couches to the wooden chair sitting, obviously, for him. He
nodded to his staff and tried to smile. “Good morning. I’m Agent―”
Clearing his throat, Ethan quirked his eyebrows at his
staff as Daniels grinned from the back of the room. “Sorry,” he said. “I’ve got
to get used to dropping my old title. I’m Ethan. Ethan Reichenbach.”
The smiles from his staff were indulgent, grins and
nods that told him that yes, dummy, they knew exactly who he was.
“Please, sit.” He fumbled a bit, waiting for his staff
to sit and then remembered that they were waiting for him. A bobbing half
stand, and then he sat, embarrassment burning his cheeks as he tried to clear
his throat again and bear it.
Daniels covered his grin with the palm of his hand and
looked away.
“Can you all tell me a little bit about yourselves?”
Ethan nodded as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and tried to sit comfortably in
the ornate—but heinous—chair.
“Mr. First Gentleman,” said an older woman with short
red hair curled into wide, fluffy rolls perching around her face like a
football helmet. “Let me be the first to greet you with your new title.” She
smiled warmly at Ethan, her hands clasped in her lap and ankles crossed just
so. Her immaculate red suit was pressed and starched, and a string of pearls
hung at the hollow of her neck, just below a fold of aging skin starting to
sag.
Mr. First Gentleman. Jesus. He flushed from head to
foot and squirmed.
“Please, Mr. Reichenbach will do just fine.”
“Mr. First Gentleman,” she gently corrected him with
an incline of her head. She would have been a socialite contemporary of Nancy
Reagan and carried herself with a class that proved it. “My name is Barbara
Whitley, and I am the White House social secretary. I serve at the pleasure of
the office of the first gentleman.” Another warm smile and Barbara’s head
tilted. “And please let me say that I am absolutely delighted to be working for
you, Mr. First Gentleman.”
The gentleness radiating from Barbara calmed Ethan,
just a touch. “Forgive me, Ms. Whitley. I may have protected the president, but
I’m not up to speed on the full breadth of your duties.”
“I am responsible for the planning of all social
events at the White House, in coordination with you, of course. From something
as simple as an afternoon tea all the way to a full state dinner.”
Jesus. That was a big job. Ethan blinked. “I have to
admit,” he said, shifting in his seat again, “I’m not really one for afternoon
tea.”
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