Charlotte “Mistress China” Roth: Parole officer; Domme and Whip Master at The Covenant; Domme of Mike.
Travis “Tiny” Daultry: former professional football player; head of security at The Covenant and Trident compound; occasional bodyguard for TS.
Doug “Bullseye” Henderson: retired Marine; head of the Personal Protection Division of TS.
Rick and Eileen Michaelson: Boomer’s parents; guardians of Alyssa. Rick is a retired Navy SEAL.
Charles “Chuck” and Marie Sawyer: Ian, Devon, and Nick’s parents. Charles is a self-made real estate billionaire. Marie is a plastic surgeon involved with Operation Smile.
Will Anders: Assistant Curator of the Tampa Museum of Art Kristen Anders’s cousin.
Dr. Roxanne London: pediatrician; Domme/wife (Mistress Roxy) of Kayla; Whip Master at Covenant.
Kayla London: social worker; submissive/wife of Roxanne.
Grayson and Remington Mann: twins; owners of Black Diamond Records; Doms/fiancés of Abigail; members of The Covenant.
Abigail Turner: personal assistant at Black Diamond Records; submissive/fiancée of Gray and Remi.
Chase Dixon: retired Army Ranger; owner of Blackhawk Security; associate of TS.
Reggie Helm: lawyer for TS and The Covenant; Dom/husband of Colleen.
Alyssa Wagner: teenager saved by Jake from an abusive father; lives with Rick and Eileen Michaelson; attending nursing school.
Dr. Trudy Dunbar: Psychologist.
Carl Talbot: college professor; Dom and Whip Master at The Covenant.
Jase Atwood: Contract agent/mercenary; Lives on the island of St. Lucia; Dom of Brie.
Brie Hanson: Owner of Daddy-O’s in St. Lucia; submissive of Jase.
Stefan Lundquist: Lieutenant Commander US Coast Guard; Dom; Shibari Master.
Cassandra Myers: Cardiac Rehabilitation Technician; attending nursing school; submissive.
The Omega Team and
Their Significant Others
Cain “Shades” Foster: retired Secret Service agent.
Tristan “Duracell” McCabe: retired Army Special Forces.
Logan “Cowboy” Reese: retired Marine Special Forces; former prisoner of war. Boyfriend/Dom of Dakota.
Valentino “Romeo” Mancini: retired Army Special Forces; former FBI Hostage Rescue Team (HRT) member.
Darius “Batman” Knight: retired Navy SEAL.
Kip “Skipper” Morrison: retired Army; former LAPD SWAT sniper.
Lindsey “Costello” Abbott: retired Marine; sniper.
Dakota Swift: Tampa PD undercover police officer; submissive girlfriend to Logan.
Tahira: Princess of Timasur; wife of Darius.
Trident Support Staff
Colleen McKinley-Helm: office manager of TS; wife/submissive of Reggie.
Tempest “Babs” Van Buren: retired Air Force helicopter pilot; TS mechanic.
Russell Adams: retired Navy; assistant TS mechanic.
Nathan Cook: former computer specialist with the National Security Agency (NSA).
Members of Law Enforcement
Larry Keon: Assistant Director of the FBI.
Frank Stonewall: Special Agent in Charge of the Tampa FBI.
Calvin Watts: Leader of the FBI HRT in Tampa.
Colt Parrish: Major Case Specialist, Behavioral Analysis Unit.
The K9s of Trident
Beau: An orphaned Lab/Pit mix, rescued by Ian. Now a trained K9 who has more than earned his spot on the Alpha Team.
Spanky: A rescued Bullmastiff with a heart of gold, owned by Parker and Shelby.
Jagger: A rescued Rottweiler trained as an assistance/service animal for Russell.
FUBAR: A Belgian Malinois who failed aggressive guard dog training. Adopted by Babs.
BDSM: Bravo, Delta, Sierra, and Mike, two Belgian Malinoises and two German shepherds, the guard dogs at the Trident compound: Ian named them using the military communication’s alphabet.
Acknowledgments
First and foremost, I want to thank Samantha Cole for allowing me to dive into her world, grab a patiently waiting character, and give him a story of his own. I thank her for answering every random question and message that I sent.
Secondly I need to thank her BETA readers who graciously agreed to read Love Letters Lost on short notice and who gave me absolutely wonderful feedback that helped this story become better than what it was before. Rhonda, Nickiann, and Susan ladies your support and honest yet constructive feedback is appreciated more than you know!
To the hubs who agreed to go down the rabbit hole of reading ALL of Samantha’s Trident series with me and supported my decision to write outside of my box.
To my writing tribe who pushed me to write even when I didn’t want to. Wonderful friends who sat and sprinted words with me, who gave me permission to take time to destress and deal with all that is and was 2020. Theresa, Amy, Ava, Randy I thank you from the bottom of my heart!
To the readers new and old who are willing to give Brian’s story a chance. I thank you most of all!
I hope you enjoy Brian and Genni and their journey to make sure they don’t lose the love they find.
1
Genni
The cloying scent of roses mixed with whatever bleach-based cleaner they used saturated the room as people filed in to give their condolences. I hovered by the door, unable to bring myself to walk past the threshold and down the aisle toward the long gleaming mahogany box. An enlarged portrait sat on an easel next to it, and the lid sat open and waiting. I wanted to remember my gran as the fiery old lady she was and not some plastic-looking motionless doll. Dead bodies creeped me out, and when it was my own family, it was worse. I trusted Kendra had done her best to make Gran look as normal as possible, but a body devoid of life could never look the same as a living, breathing human.
“Genevieve, I am so sorry for your loss. I hate that Jackie’s passing is what it took for you to come home.” Ester, one of my gran’s oldest friends, hugged me. Her little dig didn’t go unnoticed. She never approved of me moving so far from home and always let me know whenever I returned.
“Thank you.” I bit my tongue to keep from letting the rest of my response tumble out.
“Oh, Genni.” Brooke’s chin quivered as she wrapped me in her arms. I hadn’t seen Brooke Todd, now Rowley, or her husband, Matt, since our high school graduation. We had reconnected on Facebook a few years back. They had four kids now; she had been pregnant with their first our senior year, and I was surprised they had stayed together this long. They were the only high school sweethearts who hadn’t divorced by now. “It’s so good to see you, but I hate that it’s under these circumstances. I loved your gran like she was my own.” She wiped the corners of her eyes.
“I know.” I absently patted her hand. She stood waiting for more of a response, and I racked my brain for some type of small talk. “How’s Matt and the kids?” It was cliché, but all I could come up with.
I looked around at the growing crowd as she stood before me, blubbering her answer. Gran was loved in this little community, and it looked like every Tom, Dick, and Harry had come to pay their respects. My skin crawled with the need to escape the room. The walls began to suck in, cloying perfume wafted around me, and I couldn’t take a deep breath. I tried to calm myself, but extreme claustrophobia was setting in.