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

Print books coming back – yay!

I’m thrilled to announce that the out-of-print issues for my White Tigers books are being resolved and they’re coming back into availablility! I’m so excited because well, it’s completely a downer for an author to have their finished product in existence and have no way to get it out there. But now, that’s gett ing better. So far, the books are available at Amazon UK. But by the beginning of 2009, they should be available at all the places they were available before. I can’t wait!

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.

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A Werewolf for Christmas
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
ISBN: TBA
Genre: Paranormal; Werewolf;
Length: Novella
Release Date: December 10, 2008

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Note: This book was previously published at Loose Id

Excerpt:

Zed still watched her, his eyes smoldering with a poignant blend of sadness and what she hoped was desire. Dave had never looked at her this way in their two years together, as if he wanted to be alone with her in the world. No man had. Until now …

“Zed, do you need anything else?” She didn’t know what else to say. The way he was watching her, with that potent mixture of fire, tenderness and need, stole all her thoughts and words.

A tiny muscle in his jaw twitched and the blue-gray color of his eyes darkened visibly. He nodded. “I do, Kristin. Very much so.” His voice was low, husky.

A tremor coursed through her, causing her heart to pound fiercely. “What is it?” She ached with desire that almost robbed her of speech.

He took a step toward her. “I need to lose myself in your sweetness.”

Her breath caught sharply. Never before had anyone said such a thing to her. The words caused her blood to swirl icy-hot in her veins. Her pussy throbbed with need. She wanted nothing else but for Zed to fill her, surround her with rugged maleness. She wanted him to possess her, make her his and his alone. Desire weakened her body weakened so much, she had to support herself with a hand on the counter. “Zed …”

Zed took another step toward her. “Is it all right?” His voice rasped, thick with the lust that simmered between them in the tiny kitchen.

Her gaze flickered over his body, from the chest muscles outlined underneath his sweater to the bulge tenting the front of his jeans. Unable to speak, she nodded.

No sooner had she done so, than Zed took the final step, which brought him to her. His eyes, glazed with desire, caressed her face and then traveled down her body, as if he were imagining what she looked like under her clothes. Wordlessly, he took hold of the bottom of her sweater, lifting it until Kristin had to raise her arms.

The movement pulled her shirt out from the waist of her jeans, and it peeled off along with her sweater. Zed lifted both away from her and tossed them onto the counter, leaving her only in her cotton camisole and jeans.

She watched his eyes widen, hungrily taking in the sight of her bare arms and shoulders and the small expanse of pale flesh where the neckline of her camisole scooped to just above her breasts. She didn’t wear a bra in winter under so many layers of clothes, so her nipples, hardened peaks of arousal, tented the soft material, aching for his touch.

Zed’s gaze lowered to the taut buds. He raised his hand to them, brushing trembling fingertips back and forth over each one.

His touch caused her nipples to tingle and send invisible cords of heat traveling into the moist depths of her already swollen pussy.

A soft growl emanated from his throat, and his hand closed gently around her right breast, squeezing the aching orb of flesh sensuously. “Kristin,” he breathed, “I want you so badly.”

Kristin’s eyes fluttered closed, and she tilted her head back, moaning softly. It had been so long since she’d known a man’s touch, and Zed’s hungry yet passionate exploration was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

Zed’s hand lifted from her breast and she opened her eyes in time to see him removing his sweater and shirt. He dropped them to the floor, revealing a broad chest with swirls of dark blond hair that tapered in a line down his tight stomach and disappeared into his jeans.

Kristin caught her breath. On impulse, she reached out, resting the palms of both hands on his heaving chest. The hard slopes of muscle quivered under her touch and he reached out, pulling her close against him.

His fingertips slipped under her camisole, exploring her bare skin as she did the same to him. Hard ridges of muscle flexed under her fingertips, his bare skin masculine and warm. His male scent, musky and wild, filled her nostrils and she pressed her lips to his chest, delighting in the salty skin and crisp hair under her lips and tongue.

Another sexy growl issued deep in Zed’s throat and Kristin felt the vibration of it under her hands. She couldn’t believe he was experiencing such intense desire and pleasure simply from her touch and reveled in the feminine power it gave her. Gently, she squeezed his hard pectoral muscles just before he bowed his head and pressed warm, hungry lips to the side of her neck.

Zed feathered the tip of his tongue over the sensitive skin, heightening her already flaming arousal.

She moaned softly, tilting her head back to give him access to her throat, which he showered with moist, hot kisses. Her hands slid down his warm skin, her fingertips vividly aware of the landscape of chiseled muscle, and came to rest on the sides of his slim waist.

Zed’s hands skated down her back and took hold of her camisole. The thin, stretchy material brushed her nipples as he lifted it up. Again she raised her arms and felt her breasts being exposed as he pulled the camisole away and dropped it onto the pile of her clothes on the counter.

His already smoldering eyes widened when he looked on her bare breasts. “Kristin, you’re so beautiful.”

She looked up at him, torn between feeling unbelievably flattered and abashed. “Thank you,” she whispered. She trembled under his appreciative gaze.

Zed cupped one breast, tenderly brushing his thumb across the nipple. The rosy peak tingled fiercely and she sucked in her breath at the sheer pleasure, instinctively arching her back to push her breast deeper into his hand.

“Mmm,” he murmured against her skin. He pressed a trail of sensuous kisses down her throat to the base of her neck, tracing her collarbone with the tip of his tongue.

Kristin laced the fingers of both hands into his dark blond mane, following the movement of his head downward over her chest to her breasts.

He didn’t stop until his mouth closed over her nipple, gently tugging it with his lips and tongue. The hot moisture and friction on the erect tip sent darts of heat shooting through her entire body. She moaned again, whispering his name, her eyes closed, her head tilted back.

He feasted for a long time on both her breasts before lifting his face and looking down at her, his broad chest heaving, his features darkly flushed. Without speaking, he put his hands on her shoulders and gently guided her, pressing her back firmly against the wall.

Lone wolf Zed Ashton has a problem. It’s not bad enough that Carrick destroyed his life, took away his position as pack alpha, and left him crippled. No, now Carrick is back – on Christmas eve – to finish the job he started. Forced out of his solitude, Zed turns to Kristin, the pretty waitress at the local diner for help. He doesn’t know her, but he’s attracted to her, powerfully, in a way that makes him think she might just be his mate.

Kristin Havers has a secret crush on the mysterious Englishman who has moved to her small town in Maine. Working part-time in the local diner, she waits on him every day and watches him. Though she wonders about the handsome loner with paint on his hands, she’s sure he could never find her as fascinating as she does him. So, when Zed turns up at the diner on a lonely Christmas Eve in need of her help and comfort, it’s a no brainer: she gives it to him wholeheartedly, body and soul. Little does she know she’s getting a werewolf for Christmas…

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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!

Finished!

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.

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“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

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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!

Excerpt

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.