Sedonia Guillone

She loved them both… NOW available in PRINT!

Publisher: Loose Id
ISBN-10: 1607374005
ISBN-13: 978-1607374008
ISBN eBook: 1-59632-186-5
Genre: Historical; Menage (M/F/M);
Length: Novel

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Leda MacGregor has harbored a secret love for the handsome laird Duncan since she was sixteen. When he blames her for his wife’s death, she turns to his brother Ian for comfort and finds her heart capable of loving two men.

Ian MacGregor finds his heart captured by Leda, his childhood friend. He desires her more powerfully than any other woman he has ever known. However, he is torn between the desire of his heart and the course his life must take. When he is finally free to love Leda, she is torn from him by a cruel deception.

Duncan MacGregor learns the powerful force of forgiveness from Leda and over time, grows to love her and desire her in a way he never thought possible. When his brother breaks her heart, he takes her for his own. When fate brings Ian back, he still loves Leda…

One woman. Two ruggedly handsome highlanders. She loves them both. Fortunately, they are willing to share her…

Excerpt

“Leda, there’s something I need to tell you.” Duncan lifted the brush from her hair and sat down next to her on the bed. She looked at him, his dark brows drawn together, the concern darkening his eyes. Her stomach fluttered.

“What is it, Duncan?”

He sighed and gently ran the palm of his hand down her arm. His touch was warm through her cotton nightgown. “I don’t want you to feel bound to me,” he began softly. “I mean, after the year of our handfast.”

She furrowed her brow as the meaning of his words sank in. “I don’t feel bound to you in the way I believe you mean it.” Reaching up, she touched his cheek. “Does this have to do with what happened today?”

“Aye.” He raked a hand through his hair. “Ian and Helen’s marriage has never been consummated. It could be dissolved. You and he would be free toâ?¦” he paused, the word he was about to say stuck inside him. “Marry.”

Leda gasped. “Duncan, don’t you love me anymore?”

His gaze snapped to hers, his eyes wide. “What? I couldn’t love you more. That’s why I want you to be with Ian if it’s what you want.”

She looked down at the hairbrush dangling from Duncan’s large hand, a hand that had caressed her, pleasured her and comforted her countless times. The mere thought of giving him up made her hysterical inside. And yet, when she thought of Ian, remembered the way he’d looked at her earlier, with desire and tenderness, as in the days of their engagement, she couldn’t imagine living without his, either. As strange and as confusing as her heart was, she loved both men. They were both part of her soul. “It’s not that simple, Duncan.” She put a hand over his, squeezing it. “I don’t want to end our marriage. Ever.”

He looked at her. His gaze caressed her and his relief was palpable.

“But I know you and Ian still love each other. I never expected you to stop.”

Leda opened her mouth to speak, but Duncan gently put a finger to her lips.

“Leda, I want you to have us both.”

She stared at him, waiting for him to lift his finger. When he did she gasped. “Duncan, do you realize what you’re saying?”

He nodded. “Aye. Don’t think I haven’t given this a great deal of thought.” He set the hairbrush on the bedside table and reached for her hands. “If it were any other man, I doubt I’d feel so strongly. But I know what you mean to each other and, well, Ian has more than proven himself worthy of you.”

Her lips trembled and hot tears crowded her eyes. “Does Ian know how you feel?”

“No. I haven’t spoken with him yet.” He reached up a hand and pushed her hair back, away from her face. “I said back on our honeymoon that I believed what I wanted most deeply in my heart was to give love unreservedly to the people I love.” He brushed a tender kiss across her lips. “This is my gift to you, Leda, to give you what you want most deeply in yours.” He fell silent and wiped a tear off her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

A knock sounded at the bedroom door, which opened at Duncan’s call. Ian stepped inside and approached them. He wore a bathrobe over pajamas and his hair was damp and combed back. He looked at them hesitantly. “Is it all right I’m here?”

“Come and sit with us,” Duncan told him.

Ian went over to the bed and sank down next to Leda. He sat with his shoulders hunched. “I can’t say enough how sorry I am,” he said after several moments.

Leda noticed Ian’s hands shaking and put her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her, his green-gold eyes lined with grief.

“Leda, I’m so frightened,” he whispered.

She realized instantly what he meant, and her terror over his leaving for war washed over her. “Ian.” She threw her arms around him, burying her face into his neck. His strong back heaved under her palms, making her aware he was sobbing. She held him as tightly as she could. God, it felt so sweet to hold him after so long. She’d missed him horribly, even during her time with Duncan. And not because she loved Duncan any less. Her heart was meant to hold both of them. And, she thought, as warmth tingled inside her, igniting in her sex, her body.

Ian’s sobs abated and his breathing changed, growing more ragged. He stirred against her and she felt the change in his body. He lifted his face and looked at her, one large hand smoothing or and that only the thing material of their nightclothes separated them. “Leda,” he whispered. His eyes smoldered under heavy lids as he gazed. “Leda, I can’t bear the thought of never seeing you again. I’ve missed you so much.”

He looked suddenly at Duncan and pulled away from Leda. “I’m sorry, Duncan.”

Duncan reached out and squeezed his brother’s arm. “Don’t be sorry, Ian.” His voice was low and husky. “Love her.” His hands went to Leda’s shoulders, rubbing them in slow, sensuous circles. The heat of his hands radiated through the thin material of her nightgown and she breathed heavily as the tingling in her body increased, trailing deliciously through her entire body. “She wants us both,” he whispered, burying his lips in the side of her neck, feathering the tip of his tongue along the delicate skin. His strong hands slid down the length of her arms and onto her hips, rubbing and caressing them.

Leda opened her eyes. Ian was staring at her hungrily, yet hanging back, as if he thought he were dreaming. She reached a hand out to him, gently tugging him to her.

When he was only a few inches away, he exhaled sharply and leaned into her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. She felt him releasing pent-up longing in the way he mated his tongue fervently with hers. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them tenderly yet urgently.

Duncan grabbed up fistfuls of her nightgown, raising it above her knees. Ian lifted his face from their kiss so that The gown could be raised over Leda’s head, exposing her bare flesh. She watched Ian’s gaze travel the length of her body.

“She’s yours too,” Duncan whispered, leaning over to press a kiss into her shoulder.

Ian leaned into her again, kissing her deeply. She breathed in his masculine scent that she’d missed for so long. Reaching up, she laced her fingertips into his hair as he nibbled her lips and jaw, trailing kisses down her neck to her breasts.

Duncan caressed her hips. One large hand slid over her stomach, his fingertips raking through the curls on her mound. Her hand followed the movements of Ian’s head as he went from one nipple to the other, suckling each one hungrily to a hard peak. Tingling heat coursed through her body as he tugged each sensitive nipple between his lips and tongue. She wilted against Duncan, melting under their exploring hands and tongues.

Duncan’s fingertips slipped down between her legs, into her moist center, rubbing back and forth over her clitoris. She spread her legs wider, sagging back further against Duncan. When Ian sat up to pull of his pajama top, Duncan’s hands slid back up to her breasts, cupping them from behind, kneading her nipples gently between her fingertips.

Ian’s hazel eyes were dusky, his face flushed, his muscular chest heaving. One hand reached out, his fingertips tracing a path from her inner thigh to her knee and back up again while Duncan turned her face to the side and kissed her, slipping his tongue between her lips, tasting her mouth languorously in slow strokes.

She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. She felt Ian move closer and then felt his lips press into her stomach, the tip of his tongue flickering over her skin. His palms caressed her inner thighs before skating upward to her sex, spreading her open gently with his thumbs. His breath was suddenly warm over her clitoris, which he began to lave with his tongue.

Leda surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure. She spread her legs wider as Ian slipped two fingers inside her swollen channel, musky and wet from arousal. The combined ecstasy of Duncan’s kisses, his fingertips squeezing her nipples, and Ian’s tongue on her desire brought her body over the edge. An orgasm erupted under Ian’s mouth, shimmering through her womb. She cried out from the intensity of the waves that gripped her. When they passed, she wilted again Duncan who laid her back against the pillows.

“Leda, may I?” Ian whispered, his eyes smoldering. Her musk glistened on his lips.

She nodded and he pulled off his pajama bottoms. His erection was full and thick and she gazed on his magnificent body, her desire stirring again.

He parted her legs and settled himself between them, guiding his penis to her opening. Leda moaned as he pushed the head in, the glided up inside her until their bodies touched. He took her mouth hungrily in a kiss as he moved inside her, bracing himself on his elbows.

Duncan had pulled off his pajama top and stretched out beside them, his hand fondling her breasts, squeezing the nipples. When Ian lifted his lips from hers, she turned to look at Duncan who smiled at her and leaned over, kissing her full open mouth, suckling her tongue feverishly.

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Reviews

LADY OF TWO LAIRDS is a very sensual and erotic tail of a love that is filled with twists and turns, anger, sadness, and above all, passion. Leda is a fascinating character because she cares so very deeply for both Ian and Duncan. Her struggle to reconcile her love for these men is the pivotal plot in the story. Ian and Duncan are wonderful heroes, each with individual characteristics and qualities of their own that make them stand out in the story, and make their love for Leda all that more special. I really enjoyed watching these three finally fall in love, learning that sometimes love isn’t always what we expect, but it can be better because of its unexpected traits. Sedonia Guillone has written an emotional, strong, and very erotic story of a love that is anything but typical, but is very, very special. You’ll want to get your hands on a copy of this story quickly.

Sarah, Fallen Angel Reviews
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LADY OF TWO LAIRDS is one of those stories that will tear at your heartstrings from the beginning. There is so much sadness and unfulfilled love throughout the book. However, there are also periods of great joy and hope. This is one of those books that will have you wanting the main characters to find a way to become one entity. The story draws you in and holds your attention until the very end. Duncan and Ian are the rugged Scottish highlanders that so many of us love. They have that powerful alpha male mentality that draws our mating instincts. There are a number of wonderfully poignant love scenes throughout the book. Most will leave you breathless and longing for relief. This is a very good book that deserves to be put on your keeper shelf.

Oleta M Blaylock, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
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LADY OF TWO LAIRDS by Sedonia Guillone is warm sweet romance, between three people who love each other and don’t want to be apart. Ian and Duncan each love Leda in their own way and Leda loves them both equally. Wonderfully written, and spicy love scenes make this a must read for readers of erotic romance.

Barb Hicks, The Best Reviews
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LADY OF TWO LAIRDS is an epic of a story. It follows Leda through most of her formidable years and tells of two brothers who are so opposite yet harbor deep similarities and a love that can surmount the cruelest of events. [...] A great weekend read for anyone looking for a deeply emotional and passionate story to wile away the long winter nights.

Marina, Cupid’s Library Reviews
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This is Sedonia Guillone at her best! LADY OF TWO LAIRDS is such a touching story. The love flows between these three who learn the true meaning of love through sacrifice, forgiveness, and sharing. I haven’t read a historical in awhile and this one makes me remember why I love them so very much. Two such hunky highlanders and one very sexy and loving woman, what more could she ask for?

Holly, Euro-Reviews

Kaz is a Boston Police Detective. He is in a gay stripper bar waiting for his date. When the dates calls and breaks up with him he is about to leave. That is when he sees Damien, a stripper and the stuff of Kaz’s dreams. Kaz cannot take his eyes off his breath taking beauty. Later, when he sees the same man being harassed in the back alley of the club, he rescues him. He takes Damien back to his home and stays, not wanting him to be alone after such a trauma. Damien has never had the basic human kindness that Kaz offers. People have always wanted something from him. To have Kaz helping him for no reason makes Damien fall hard and fast for the gorgeous detective. The more they both get to know each other the more in love they become. When Damien’s torrid past comes back to haunt him can Kaz save Damien and the future they both crave?

Sedonia Guillone brings back her lovers Damien and Kaz in the prequel Barely Covered. I loved these two and was really happy to read how they met. I already know from reading Barely Undercover that they have been together for 15 years but to see how it all started out is really beautiful. Kaz is a tough Boston detective who is so kind and giving he has a innocence to him that is refreshing for Damien. Damien has seen the seedier side of life. He is not used to the basic human kindnesses that come so naturally to a protector like Kaz. I loved how just being nice to Damien brought out the sunshine inside him.

If you are a fan of these two lovers this is a must read. If you have not met them before this is a great introduction into the sexy steamy world they both live in.

Got my author copies in today’s mail for this print release. I’m so excited! I will keep you posted when the book is actually available.

I’m totally bragging but sometimes I just can’t help myself. These two books are on “The Best of Gay Romance” list at Goodreads. Okay, they’re not up at the top, but the fact that they made it onto that list, voted by readers, is amazing to me, considering all the great m/m stuff out there these days.

Oh, and also, Fabulous Brits is on Goodreads “Best Gay Anthologies” list.

I have to admit that A Man for Michael has always been one of my personal favorites and was inspired by Jet Li’s Unleashed or Danny the Dog as it’s known outside the US.

For those who haven’t heard, a tornado hit our place in Georgia a few weeks ago and a tree limb went through the roof making a big hole! This followed by torrential rains which would have ruined the house had we not arrived on a certain day and gotten a tarp over the hole. Eek!

Well, everything’s fixed now and after a lot of work, I’m finally able to do some writing. I’ve begun the first chapter of an M/F/M/M which takes place in the same world as Fallon’s Jewel. I will post a blurb and excerpt when I get more done.

I’m also working diligently on Fallon’s Jewel. I did about 2k or more today and would say I’m more than halfway finished. I’d like to get the done before summer’s end if possible but really I must follow the flow of life which decides when I write and when I must do other things.

AVAILABLE TODAY!
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
eISBN: #9781419922398
Genre: Gayrotica, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense
Series: Prequel to BARELY UNDERCOVER
Release Date: July 17, 2009

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Lured to Club Moritz and then stood up by a spiteful about-to-be ex boyfriend, Boston homicide detective Frank Kazaminsky does not want to stand around alone in a gay strip club…that is…until the next act comes onto the stage. Damien is the hottest guy Kaz has ever laid eyes on and he watches, completely mesmerized, as Damiens strips down to a scanty g-string.

Unfortunately, Kaz isn’t the only one who lusts after Damien’s luscious body. Another audience member wants Damien, whether Damien is willing or not and Kaz is the one who comes to Damien’s rescue. Damien is grateful for Kaz’s intervention and finds in Kaz the first person who’s ever defended him in his life. And Damien has needed protecting in the past, desperately. The attraction between them is mutual and flares into lustful, delicious passion. However, the next morning, when Damien’s attacker turns up dead, Kaz is worried that his roughing up of the man has caused the death. Is he the killer? Or is it someone else?

Kaz must find out quickly, before the trail goes cold. Otherwise, Damien will go from being the love of Kaz’s life to the top of his list of suspects.

Excerpt

“And now, gentlemen,” the announcer said over the cheering crowd gathered in front of the dance platform, “Pure hard-on material is coming onto the stage in two seconds. Get ready to drool, guys and give a warm welcome to…Damien!”

The crowd went wild, arms raised, practically rushing the stage. The sinewy, erotically-driven beat of Berlin’s Sex started playing and colored lights blinked rapidly from one side of the platform to the other, making a light show in the center of the stage.

The press of the crowd forced Kaz back toward the wall. Oh well. He decided not to jostle his way out and instead, leaned against the sidewall, avoiding the crush of horny guys waving bills. This Damien guy seemed pretty popular, having roused the biggest cheers of the night so far. With an eye to the stage, Kaz took a sip of his Perrier, his cop instincts having told him to remain sober from the second he’d walked into the place. Club Moritz might be Boston’s premier gay strip club, brawny bouncers and all, but there was a feeling here Kaz didn’t like. Something smarmy that had nothing to do with…

The spotlight panned to the far side of the stage where one arm appeared from the dark shadows. The mere sight roused another round of cheers, whoops and hollers. Kaz sipped his mineral water again. Theatrics had never impressed him.

“Come on! Get the hell out here!” someone nearby shouted.

Kaz’s gaze jerked to the owner of the voice, a big blond steroid monster in jeans and a T-shirt, drunk off his ass. Probably high too. Kaz had seen his type not make it into the police academy. Too much pumping iron mixed with steroid injections had drained all the blood from his brain. Kaz was big too, but being brawny didn’t mean you had to be a shithead. Had Kaz not been off-duty, he would have gone over there and questioned him in suspicion of being under the influence.

More cheers drew Kaz’s attention back to the stage. This Damien guy was in full view now.

Whoa. Kaz’s heart lurched. He lifted away from the wall and stared at the man, gaze glued to a strip of sinewy chest and abs just visible between the flaps of a billowy white shirt. Sweat gleamed on Damien’s skin and on the soft hairs glinting on his pecs. Kaz swallowed hard and he gaped openly at the treasure trail funneling down the center of Damien’s abs.

Damien moved then, flipping his head back. That drew Kaz’s look back up. Shaggy hair, the color hard to discern under the multi-colored lights, framed Damien’s chiseled face. Damien wore a big sexy smile and his large eyes flashed with promise. Wow, those were some eyes, heavy-lidded yet full of life.

That wasn’t all, Kaz noticed, scanning the guy’s face as Damien drew closer to his side of the stage. Damien’s face was movie-star perfection—softly sculpted lips, straight nose with one small bump, gleaming white teeth, right down to a tantalizing cleft in his perfect chin. As he danced across the stage and turned his back, his body-hugging black pants, shiny and smooth, set off his hard round ass so perfectly, it almost appeared they were painted on. When he slunk back around to face the audience, those shiny pants did the same for that perfectly outlined package in front.

Hot damn. Kaz’s mouth began to water. If Damien was supposed to make a guy drool and want to fit that cock in his mouth, he was succeeding.

The beat of the song thumped through the air, made the ground vibrate, a backdrop to the jeers and catcalls of the nearly all male audience. Damien danced back toward the middle where he halted in center stage, took hold of either side of his shirt and yanked it open.

That tiny move earned another round of testosterone-filled yells. Kaz could only stare, frozen as Damien slipped one arm of the shirt partway down, exposing a muscled shoulder. In time to the music, he wound his hips and then his upper body, making the shirt fall open just enough to reveal a coin-sized nipple.

Hot blood pumped suddenly through Kaz’s chest and gut, right down into his cock. He’d been watching hot guys strip up there for the last half hour or so, but this Damien guy…

“Get those fucking pants off!” ‘Roid monster’s drunken jeer sounded over the rest of the crowd.

What a frigging douche bag. For some strange reason, Kaz found himself hoping Damien hadn’t heard the lewd remark.

If Damien heard the guy, he gave no indication. He was busy teasing the crowd, whipping them into a froth. Slowly, sensuously, he lowered the other arm of his shirt, exposing both shoulders, his chest, and part of his chiseled abs. All the while, those slim hips never stopped winding.

Kaz blinked. When he opened his eyes, Damien’s shirt was off his torso and flying into the crowd, into a sea of reaching hands where it disappeared. Kaz salivated some more, wishing he’d caught the shirt. The urge to press it to his face and breathe in Damien’s scent seized him.

Shit! What the hell was going on with him? Since when did he want to smell a guy he’d never met?

There wasn’t time to wonder about it. Damien’s whole upper body showed now. The spotlight overtook the multi-hued lights, giving Kaz a glimpse of Damien’s real coloring. Hair, a rich chestnut. Skin tanned, nipples the color of warm cinnamon. And eyes…Damien turned and wound his way downstage again, in Kaz’s direction, making Kaz especially grateful then for his hawk-like eyesight…eyes a rich shade of green.

The guy was magnificent.

Kaz’s heartbeat sped up and heat simmered between his t-shirt and skin. Even the blond ‘roid monster’s lewd yelling close by faded into the background as Damien continued to dance.

Hands locked behind his head, Damien ground his hips in sensual circles, turning front and back, driving his audience to a pitch. Dollar bills cascaded through the air at him, showering the stage like paper rain.

Damien’s face broke into a wide, dazzling grin. He halted, both hands on one side of his waist.

The crowd roared.

Kaz gulped. Damien was working open his pants from the side. The black material had hidden a zipper that…inch by inch, Kaz could see ran the length of Damien’s leg.

Slowly, torturously, in time to the sinuous beat of the music, Damien lowered the zipper.

Kaz shook himself. When had he started panting? Good thing the guys around him were at least as worked up as he was, caring only about watching the sex god on the stage as he revealed one sloping hard thigh. Bit by bit the material fell away. Damien pivoted quickly, concealing his front from the crowd. They cheered and hooted. Damien rewarded them with a round of his hips and staccato flexing of his perfect, round ass cheeks, separated only by a g-string up the crevice.

Hot damn. No wonder the crowd had gone wild when the announcer had told them who was dancing next. Kaz’s mouth went dry now. Never in his adult life had he wanted to tongue a guy’s ass as badly as he wanted to right this second. And yet, when Damien turned back to the front, Kaz found his gaze roving upward, wanting to look into Damien’s eyes again. There was something to him, a sparkle.

“Fucking hot!”

Kaz turned. The blond asshole again. The guy was practically slobbering all over himself, a glazed look in his eyes while he stared at Damien. So—that was the source of smarminess Kaz had gotten when he walked in. This guy, right here, a few feet away from him. Kaz watched him, sizing him up, the way his police training had taught him. A big part of his instruction had been learning to trust his instincts. This character was trouble.

Then Kaz thought of something else. Had he, himself, been staring at Damien this way? He hoped not. And why did he suddenly feel so protective of Damien? The guy was hot as hell, obviously in control of his body and of the bodies around him. He could take care of himself.

Feeling chastened, Kaz tried to turn and couldn’t. He dared to let himself look up at the stage again. And felt a jolt right through his middle. The heat travelled right to the head of his cock.

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Just received my first review for Flying Fish and it was a good one. I wanted to share. Four stars from Rainbow Reviews:

More and more often the yaoi literary culture seems to be seeping into GLBT erotica. Not only in writing style, plot and main characters, but in cover art as well. I am not as familiar with the terms and main character roles that are required in this style. I was able to understand this book without any problems or stopping to try and find definitions as I have had to for a few past books in this style. I do struggle with bringing the MC into focus via their physical descriptions since it is not my normal reading culture.

This is a well-written book with a timeless story that touched my heart. The pervasive passion but utter gentleness despite various threats that permeate Daisuke and Genji’s relationship was fulfilling and heartfelt. Sex scenes were erotic, if a bit generic, but poignant as well. The descriptive paragraphs were well done and allowed me to create the scenes in my head without bringing me out of the story or re-reading to try and understand the landscape and scope of the scene. I expected this book to be hard to read but it wasn’t.

This was a sweet story of redemption and the healing power of love. Romance at its core best with little that’s unique but everything that’s unique. Every individual love story is different even when it runs the same course as countless other couples. Whether in regency England, feudal Japan, or contemporary America each couple is essentially the same and fundamentally different. It’s nice to be reminded of that again.

Publisher: Loose Id
ISBN eBook: N/A
Genre: M/M; Historical
Length: Novella
Release Date: July 7, 2009

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In seventeenth century Japan, during the golden age of samurai and of the Kabuki theater, young actors known as “flying fish” travelled the countryside, performing for audiences by day and giving their bodies to their samurai patrons at night. Genji Sakura is one such flying fish, yet he dreams of the day he’ll find the man he can give his heart to and leave the loneliness of his itinerant life behind. Though he loves theater, he doesn’t love every part of his profession. So when a handsome ronin, or masterless samurai, comes upon him stealing some solitude for a bath in a hot spring, Genji doesn’t expect the afternoon of passionate eroticism he’s given.

For a moment, Genji believes he’s found the man he can surrender to, yet Daisuke Minamoto is a man with darkness haunting him, a past bitterness that grips his soul and makes him dangerous. Minamoto, too, is surprised by his own passion that takes him when he spies on the graceful young man bathing naked in a hot spring. His heart and soul are tormented and torn, for keeping this miraculous lover will require giving up the one thing that has kept him alive for years: his hatred for the lord who murdered his wife. Will he be able to make the sacrifice or will he destroy his own life and take Genji down with him?

It happened much faster than I thought! It’s available now at Amazon. Yay! I love when this happens.

Blurb:
In desperation for his life, Yuzo Kitano escapes the sadistic clutches of Taro Suzuki, one of Tokyo’s fiercest yakuza, and seeks refuge with Suzuki’s arch-rival, Kikuchiya Fujimara, owner of the White Tiger, a luxurious love-hotel for gay men which also serves as a spiritual community for its inhabitants. From early meetings with the handsome, charismatic leader who trains men in the sexual Tao, Yuzo senses deep inside he’s found someone he can trust and who will keep him safe. What he doesn’t expect is the absolute sensual bliss he finds with Kikuchiya’s skilled lovemaking and realises he’s found what he’s really wanted his whole life. But does Kiku want him in return? At first, Kiku sees only Yuzo’s alluring beauty and desperate need for protection. But the headstrong impulsive Yuzo is also the first man Kiku has ever met whose touch is healing and calming for him, rather than a distressing channel for his psychic abilities, and the more he makes love to Yuzo, the more Kiku is in danger of losing his heart to another for the first time in his life. However, Kiku also knows that when Suzuki finds out where his slave has gone, there will be hell to pay. Kiku has already made one harrowing sacrifice to the yakuza in return for his freedom and might not survive a second…

I was just on Amazon and happy to find that the page for Men of Tokyo: Sudden Surrender has been posted in preparation for the print release on JULY 6th. Yay!!! That’s really only a few days away. I’m really excited and can’t wait to actually hold the book in my hand.

And in e-book format, Flying Fish releases next Tuesday, I guess that makes it July 7th. So next week is going to be an exciting one in terms of book releases.
Oh, and Barely Covered is releasing on July 17th! Wow! Very busy month!