The Illegals

By Todd Geller

Andrew, an Australian fisherman rescuses a bunch of Asian illegal immigrants from sexual exploitation.

 

They express their gratitude to him by becoming part of his harem.

 

Excerpt:

 

The evening meal was over early the sun having barely set before Anong and Dao led Andrew to their bed. Andrew studied them closely as they undressed. Last night while he and Dao had rested between their long languorous sex sessions they had talked of her life and her ambitions. After their night together he felt he knew every inch of her slim Asian body and now knew why she had never been as happy as she was here in the camp with him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Todd Geller
• Release date: May 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224953974

Todd Geller

Todd Geller writes scorching hot new adult romance novels. He especially loves flawed characters who help each other heal. His books are the perfect mix of heat, humor, and heart. When he isn't writing, he's chain drinking tea or debating which fictional character would be the best in bed.  With Todd's books, you can count on confident heroines, plenty of steamy tension, and deliciously assertive leading men. There are no guarantees in life, but with his books, you know everything will work out in the end. However, a perfect ending would not be nearly as satisfying without a seemingly insurmountable challenge. Todd loves to add plenty of adversity in his stories, creating unforgettably dynamic characters and sneaky plot twists you will never see coming.

Book preview

Chapter 1

It was mid-morning when Andrew nosed his barge up on the beach and stepped ashore on the warm white sand. He took his rifle and his cane knife then carefully looked around his eyes peeled for crocodiles and wild pig. Satisfied it was safe he let Bluey his old blue cattle dog off the lead and started out over the sand towards the big tree on the edge of the river mouth.

After a few hours exploring Andrew returned happy that he had found the abandoned remnants of an old galvanized iron igloo and concrete airstrip built by the Americans in the forties during the Second World War. Andrew knew from talking to locals that the Americans surveyed an area for water before they stationed their troops in remote areas. After talking to those old locals about the facilities provided for the American airmen, he knew it wouldn't be long before he found the well or the bore that they would have drilled to provide one of the basic necessities in the remote tropics.

With a safe river anchorage protected from the Gulf Cyclones by the sand banks and a high red cliff face, he decided that he may have found a perfect location to establish his new camp. Tired after his survey he waded through the incoming tide climbed on his barge lit a smoke boiled the Billy and thought back over the last days.

More than a week had passed since he had left the gulf town that had been his home port for years. He had made up his mind to move after a night of rape and violence when the local aborigine kids burnt homes and destroyed all the vehicles in the council yard. Before he left, he met the elders and councillors in the main street outside the store and told them a few home truths in a way that left them standing in stunned slandered as he headed back to the wharf.

With all his possessions including his old blitz truck crammed on his sixty-foot landing barge and towing his dinghies crowded with crab pots and nets he had spent days easing his way up thought the shallows and sand banks of a dozen Gulf Rivers and streams looking for a place to set up a new camp.

A bush Parson who had spent years in the north had told him of the many wartime airstrips that dotted the Gulf. He said that in most cases the strips were constructed quite close to the mouths of the big tidal rivers providing deep water access for the American troops. Andrew had never forgotten the Parsons words and had set out to find an old strip when he left town. To his surprise the one near his camp was covered by light undergrowth that would not take much to clear. He recalled as he planned his camp how the parson had said that it was on the cards that the strips could eventually be partly reopened for a growing outstation movement populated by aborigine families that wanted to move their kids away from the grog-soaked towns and reserves.

I hope they don't reopen this one. We don't want any neighbors, Andrew told Bluey as he moved the barge up the beach on the high tide. Days passed quickly as he unloaded his gear and moved it to high ground. With everything including the old blitz truck finally unloaded and covered with tarps he started to build his camp. Working from daylight to dark he struggled to create a temporary place from which to build a long-term home.

He worked knowing that all of his construction work was temporary until he found the bore the Americans would have sunk years ago. Without water this site could only be a temporary home. So, he was over the moon when he finally found the wartime well under an overgrown steel cover near the big Fig tree. To his delight the water was cool and sweet having filtered its way up through the white coastal sand.

Now that he had a constant supply of fresh water he started to build more permanent structures. With his generator operating he piped water to fill his tanks and provide fish processing facilities. With his nets set and the ability to store his processed fish he started on the job of building a place to live. The biggest job working on his own was to construct a camp centre with a high roof to house his kitchen