Happy Holidays!

Sorry I haven’t been able to post much. There’s been a lot happening and to top it all, I’ve had to give up coffee. For anyone who loves the stuff as much as I do, you’ll understand how this was the last and only substance I ever wanted to give up. But health issues are dictating that I need to what I have to do rather than what my taste buds would want.

Sooo, aside from the headaches, nausea of withdrawal and some powerful antibiotics I’m on, I’m giving myself a small vacation from writing. I never usually do that. I write straight through every time, weekends holidays, whatever. They’re all the same to me. Though now I need the refresher to stand back and take stock of all the projects in my computer to be tackled for 2009. It’s not clear at all where I need to focus and I’m usually incredibly clear on that sort of thing.

I hope you all have a wonderful, healthy and happy holiday. I’m heading to Georgia until just before the New Year, so as usual, updating the blog will be difficult. I hope to be able to post by the New Year. Please take care, please keep visiting my blog in the future and a million thanks for having come to read this blog in the first place!

Best, Sedonia

Cool review and other stuff

I stumbled across a review for this antho on a site called Erotic Horizons. It’s always niuce to stumble onto favourable reviews. I’ve happened to come across some real vicious ones at times. Thankfully, those have been in the minority! Anyway, this was what the reviewer had to say:

Fifteen years earlier Tim and Basho, the most unlikely of boys, were in the first phase of a romance that had so much potential. Basho is killed and Tim is left with not only heartache and ‘what ifs’, but also a sense of unfinished business. He decides to close that chapter of his life and goes to Tokyo to visit Basho’s grave. Staying at the White Tiger hotel Tim not only learns more about himself and the boy he was in love with but also gets the surprise of his life.
A short story involving two gentle souls that have lost so much, but gain a whole world of experience from all the trauma and upheaval they have gone through their entire life. Both are quiet men, who have known and accepted that the other is their one true and life long love. YIN YANG is Sedonia Guillone at her best….All in all FABULOUS BRIT is a fun Anthology by six great authors. The stories are short enough to keep you on the go and contain enough depth for you to see the best of the respective authors. A read everyone will enjoy.

Just finished edits for this one a few minutes ago and sent them off to my editor. That’s always a nice feeling. Edits get me stressed because there’s a deadline. This book was cut especially close since the release date is January 5, 2009. Yay!

And, as far as M/M books go, I’ve been reading a wonderful murder mystery, Death Trick by Richard Stevenson. (Recommended to me by my dad of all people.) It’s a series with a gay private investigator in Albany New York who solves murders. There is sex in the books and they’re incredibly written, fun as hell to read with great, vivid characters. Unfortnately, however, they were written in the seventies, pre-AIDS era and so I’m reading the stories, thinking, these poor men, they don’t know what’s about to happen in a few years! I lived through that period with my father’s friends. It was heart-wrenching. Nearly every day we’d have another friend who was dying. In fact, Danny’s Dragon is dedicated in part to one of my dear friends, Logan, who was one of the victims. I’m sorry to mix a recommendation of a good read in with such sad memories, but in my life, they were inextricably linked.

How conceited is this? (and other things)

I don’t know, maybe “conceited” is a harsh judgement, but I’ve just finished re-reading this book for the third time (not counting rounds of edits) and I wrote the darn thing! I can’t explain it, but I just love this book. I adore the characters, especially Naoto who to me, is so hot. The only other book in recent years that I’ve read three times is Dark Designs (Black Lace) by Madelynne Ellis because I simply adore one of the heroes of the menage, Takeshi.

I’m still making my way through Fuurin Kazan, watching a couple of episodes here and there when I get a chance. It really is wonderful and Uchino Masaaki who plays Kansuke Yamamoto, the lead character reminds me so much of Toshiro Mifune, from his appearance and voice to the intensity of his acting. Surprisingly, however, I find that my favourite character actually is Takeda Harunobu, the head of the Takeda clan. He is turning out to be a most sympathetic character and the one who has had to face some of the most difficult choices and work the hardest to retain his basically good-hearted nature. As a young man he was only interested in art and poetry but his teacher insisted that he grow up and take his proper place in the lineage. His father was angry at him for being what he considered a fool but Harunobu proves himself as a warrior and leader and eventually deposes his father, banishing him from their province. Of course, the circumstances are complex and Harunobu’s actions appear completely understandable as he does so to save his province from constant war and famine due to his father’s ongoing war-mongering.

The other news is that I will be going up to Georgia starting tomorrow morning and will be there for close to a week, so I probably won’t be able to update the blog until then. I hope you’ll bear with me!


Yesterday I finally finished revising Men of Tokyo: Sudden Heat and turned it into my editor at Total-E-Bound. The book comes in at a whopping 83,500 words or the equivalent of roughly a 330-page novel. Whew! No wonder I’m so worn out.

Overall I’m happy with the story although each book leaves me hungry in the sense that I want to delve ever more deeply into the lives of the characters. If I had my way, I’d begin so much earlier in their lives and write the narratives of their experiences leading up to the romances that eventually change their lives for the better. This impulse has been there for a while but has been deepening, probably as a result of reading this author Howard Fast. He is so remarkable a storyteller that as a writer, I can’t help but be influenced by the depth and beauty of his work.

I imagine I will attempt this with Kiku’s story. His story is compelling to me and is just straining to come out.

Secrets available today!!!

“Enter the Hero”
SECRETS Vol. 25: Wicked Delights
Publisher: Red Sage
ISBN-10: 1603100059
ISBN-13: 978-1603100052
Genre: Sci-Fi/Futuristic, Bondage, Capture
Length: Novella
Release Date: December 2008

Each story is a light and quick, and all are filled with plenty of hot sex. Readers will have a good time since there’s something for everyone, from contemporary to paranormal.
— 4 Stars, Romantic Times BOOKreviews

Sedonia Gullione offers readers an excellent story with lots of Martial Arts. This imaginative story is sure to please readers. —Review Your Book.com

I love Sedonia Guillone’s stories and this is the first m/f work of hers I’ve read that didn’t feature the Dragon/Tigress concept. It does feature a very hot Asian hero though, and I loved both Kass and Lian. They’re strong, sympathetic characters who complement each other perfectly. I’m not one for futuristic stories but this was great, romantic and sexy and full of action. 5 Flutes. — Cocktail Reviews

Read an Excerpt | Buy at Amazon!

In the year 2073, Kass and Lian have been sentenced to perform as sex slaves. Their crime: wanting to escape the Confederation and live in freedom. Forced to make love for their audience, the secret love they harbor for…and from…each other…blooms. The passion between them only fuels their desire to escape. In the face of complete slavery they formulate a plan for escape, and wait for their one chance to be free again. This time, they’re determined nothing will stop their escape to Paradise: with each other…and their lives!


He hovered over her. The muscles of his arms flexed as he bent closer. His obvious erection strained the front of his loincloth and his warm breath caressed her skin. He reached out.

Kass yanked backward, away from him, but she could barely move an inch. She clenched her teeth and stared at him.

His hand remained over her and he pressed his fingers to her bare shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle.

She yanked back, halted again by the bonds. Her breath came in short hard gasps as her second dream was crushed. Strange men had already seen her naked and one had pawed her. And now another one was about to take her virginity. None of them, Lian.

The man slid his fingertips down her bare arm. His touch was like a trail of fire against her skin.

Against her will, her body responded. A warm tingling sensation erupted wherever their skin made contact. She fought back hard, thrashed around to avoid his fingertips. Nothing worked. He kept his touch on her arm, squeezed it gently in his hold.

That aching pulse in the juncture between her thighs intensified, blended with the continuous drumbeat. At twenty-one, she’d never known a man’s sensual touch or kiss and with each passing second, her body awakened more, made her painfully aware of a near lifetime of unrequited desires and needs.

He trailed his fingertips back up her arm. The sensitive skin at the inner juncture of her elbow tingled from the warm touch. She pulled back, against her cuffs, horrified at her body’s response.

As if sensing the budding of desire in her, he skimmed the palm of his hand across her breasts, over the lacy material and heat zinged through Kass’s nipples. A surge of anger heated her blood. Damn Lian. If he hadn’t tried so hard to get them to escape, maybe they wouldn’t have gotten caught. They’d still be together. She wouldn’t be here, forced to submit to another man.

Not that Lian had ever promised her anything.

The man leaned over her, a bit closer, and the masculine heat and scent of his body invaded her. She tilted her head back to avoid his simmering blue gaze. His fingertips slip over her mound, grazed that most intimate part of her over the thin panel of lace.

She fought the hazy pleasure that threatened to saturate her. He was seducing her, she realized. He wasn’t forcing her, damn him. He was making her want him, coaxing her body to relax and her sex to become slippery. Preparing her body for his possession.

When she dared to glance at his face, his hungry gaze was riveted on hers. The drumbeat mingled with their heavy breathing. She pulled back again, thrashed around, but he continued to touch her, caressed her over the negligee, first one breast, then the other.

Kass closed her eyes again. Guilt and desire warred inside her. The only comfort her conscience had was that Lian had never told her he loved her, never promised her anything.

The man reached under the black lace and slid his fingertips across her stomach. Kass’s traitorous body tingled and relaxed under his sensual caress. Her body seemed to have its own will and its need for touch, for satisfaction overwhelmed her. In that moment, the physical pleasure offered comfort. Her desolation over Lian had something to take its place.

Gingerly, he pulled open the lace tie on the negligee. His fingertips brushed her skin. She caught her breath. The filmy material fell to each side, completely revealing her body, naked except for the tiny covering of lace thong.

He groaned softly and knelt over her. His erection tented the white cloth of his tunic and Kass’s resistance slipped several more notches. She felt a wild desire to see the cock underneath it, to feel it fill her. Her body tensed and pulled in its restraints.

His fingers hovered an inch above her stomach then he touched her again. The pads of his fingertips sent warm shudders through her flesh. His touch remained gentle, seductive, and her disloyal body ached for more.

He slid his fingers upward, slowly traced the undersides of her breasts. Her breath hitched as he closed one hand over her left breast and squeezed it softly, gently pinched the nipple between the lengths of his index and middle finger.

Tingling fire pulsated through her nipple with each tiny squeeze. The sensation traveled down between her legs, weakened her, made her sex ache with want. Instinctively, before she could stop herself, she arched her back up into his hand, her eyes closed.

As if hearing her command, he lowered his face to her other breast and took her nipple into his mouth. The warm moist swirl of his tongue over the sensitive skin was a more pleasurable sensation than she could ever have imagined and the bud tightened.

She moaned softly, strained against her bonds. Her hands now ached to roam over that muscular body, to explore the ridges and hardness with her fingertips, and close her hand around his rigid cock. That male part had always been a mystery to her and the frustration of not being able to reach under his loincloth was both teasing and maddening.

He tugged sensuously on her nipple while his hand left her other breast. He skimmed his fingertips down her stomach toward her sex.

Kass pulled in a breath and lifted her hips slightly. Her control slipped. Her needs took over and she whimpered, encouraging him.

He answered, slid his fingers under the elastic of the thong, raked his fingers softly through the patch of curls on her mound and teased his fingertips up and down her slit.

She moaned again, her legs fell open, aching for a deeper touch. In her mind, she imagined it was Lian who touched her and she no longer cared that there were other eyes behind the glass, feasting on the most intimate parts of her body.

He centered his touch on the engorged nub of her clit and rubbed it in tiny circles. She moaned again and bucked her hips softly, demanding more. Heat swirled through her loins, and her juices coated his fingertips.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the room. She gasped and her gaze shot in the direction of the door, which now swung wide open. The man pulled his hand away from her sex and sat up, looking to see what had happened.

Kass caught her breath. At first she thought it was a ghost, a trick of her mind. The heated blood swirling through her body concentrated in her heart, which gave a sudden leap of joy in her chest.

He wasn’t dead.

He was here.

Standing in the doorway, dressed in the same kind of scanty loincloth as the other man, watching her, his dark eyes blazing, was Lian.