Publisher: Torquere Press
ISBN-10: 1934166839
ISBN-13: 978-1-934166-83-3
ISBN eBook: 978-1-934166-13-0
Genre: LGBT (M/M); Suspense; Contemporary;
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Sexually repressed, duty-bound detective Toshiro Genjin has been on the trail of a serial killer in East Tokyo for six months. When the police department hires a psychic to help with the case, Toshi is unprepared for his intense attraction to the mild-mannered American, John Holmes. The attraction is mutual and passion flares between John and Toshi, bringing Toshi out of his long, self-imposed isolation. However, even as he and John close in on the murderer, they learn that they’re dealing with forces beyond the human realm and their naked entwined bodies may be the only way to lure an elusive killer out of hiding…
“Hey,” John said softly, “It’s all right.” He squeezed Toshi’s fingers between his own.
Toshi rubbed the tears with vigorous motions of his fingertips. His pride was fragile enough and now he was about to cry in front of John. No one saw him cry, not even Takeshi whom he trusted with his life.
“Toshi,” John’s voice pulled at him gently, coaxing the emotion from him. Whether he meant to do that or not, that was the effect he had on him.
Toshi felt a gentle tug on his hand. A deep inner need exploded from him, as if refusing to be kept back any longer. Before he knew what he was doing, he collapsed lightly against John, his cheek against the hard chest. To his sheer embarrassment, tears slipped from his eyes, refusing to remain unshed, wetting the soft golden hairs on John’s chest.
John didn’t say anything but Toshi felt the strong arms close around him. He felt the tender pressure of a hand cradle the back of his head. Toshi’s impulse was to spring up, not to let this man see him sobbing like a child, but he couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move. The embrace absorbed him, spoke to the part of him that had no pride, that only needed love.
A long time seemed to pass before Toshi could move. He didn’t want to be out of John’s arms, but a fear that he was pressing too hard on John gripped him and he levered himself slowly up. Thankfully, John’s arms stayed around him, loosening a bit, though keeping his hands splayed on Toshi’s back, over his t-shirt.
Toshi’s hands pressed into the mattress on either side of him and he avoided John’s gaze. His pride resurfaced, though not with the same strength as before. John’s kind look seemed to melt the hard edges.
“Toshi,” John said softly, “As much as I hate this so-called gift at times, I wouldn’t want to go back to the way I was before.”
Toshi felt like John was telling him something, but he wasn’t sure what it was. He swiped at an errant tear with the heel of his hand. John’s gaze on his face didn’t waver. “I don’t understand,” Toshi murmured. “You’re like a raw, open wound all the time.”
John nodded. “Yes. Better that way.”
Toshi understood. John wasn’t too unlike Takeshi in the way he didn’t want to embarrass him. No wonder he felt so comfortable with John. But there was one important difference. When he looked at Takeshi, he didn’t want to do this.
He reached out and touched John’s cheek. John’s breath caught softly and then the blue of his eyes began to shift and darken in the lamplight. Toshi leaned down again, his torso once again in John’s embrace. John’s lips were slightly parted, soft, masculine, inviting.
Toshi’s heart hammered like the wings of a small bird. He was standing on a precipice, looking down. The height was terrifying, enthralling, making his blood heat, pounding alive through his veins. He’d been dead for so long.
The first brush of his lips against John’s sent thrills of heat straight to his groin. His cock hardened immediately, pressing with hungry demand straight through his pants and the bedclothes.
John moaned softly. The tiny sound vibrated through Toshi’s entire body, unleashing him. In one glorious instant, John’s scent filled him, clean soap and male skin, still soft from his hot shower.
Bracing his weight on the mattress with one hand, Toshi closed his mouth over John’s completely. John parted his lips in obvious surrender, his body melting under Toshi’s. Toshi felt John’s hands slip under his shirt, caressing his bare skin. Each touch conveyed directly to him how much John desired him. Nothing but eager appreciation emanated from his fingertips.
The more tenderly John caressed him, tracing the ridges of Toshi’s back muscles with obvious admiration, the more feral Toshi’s kisses grew. He slipped his tongue between John’s lips, tasting the moist insides of his mouth with demand. He slid his tongue along the smoothness of John’s teeth and reached into every soft recess, as if marking his territory.
Toshi felt a tug down by his groin. He slipped his mouth from John’s and looked down. John was pulling away the bedclothes between them. John lay before him in his naked splendor, offering himself.
Toshi’s breath tightened. His gaze roved down John’s broad chest sprinkled with soft golden hair that surrounded his flat, smooth cinnamon colored nipples and then funneled in a thin trial down the center of his tight stomach. It stopped at his belly button and then resumed, lower.
Toshi sat up and pulled off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor.
John was grinning up at him. His chest rose and fell heavily and his eyes appeared dusky in the lamplight. “I like this nonverbal stuff,” he said softly.
Toshi lightly dropped his hand on one side of John’s chest. The hard slope of muscle quivered under his palm. He squeezed it lightly, experiencing an immediate surge of possessiveness.
John stared up at him, his eyes hooded under heavy lids, nearly disappearing under the thick fringe of golden lashes. His lips were still parted, the dusky pink color moist from Toshi’s kisses. He watched Toshi, seeming to understand what was happening inside him, sensing Toshi’s wild possessive streak and letting it come out. “Toshi,” he whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”
Toshi gazed at him. You’re the beautiful one he wanted to say, but the words remained frozen on his lips. He couldn’t speak. Instead, he let his hand slide across John’s chest and then down the center of his stomach, following the delicious trail of hair, pausing at his belly button. John’s stomach caved and then rose again, both with breath and from Toshi’s touch.
Toshi looked into his eyes one last time before giving his full attention to where his hand lay on John’s stomach. He slid it lower, his fingertips dragging through John’s soft blond pubic hair, then lightly closed around his cock.
John’s breath caught and his hips pushed up, pressing his cock more firmly into Toshi’s hand. Toshi slid his palm up the smooth velvety skin, his fingertips feeling the veins, memorizing the curve of the shaft as it jutted from John’s body.
“Toshi.” John uttered his name in a hoarse whisper. His eyes closed and his head tilted back, pressing into the pillows. One hand covered Toshi’s free hand, squeezing it in a rhythmic motion that matched Toshi’s strokes on his cock.
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John moaned, giving himself over completely to Toshi’s hands and mouth. He sensed the wild need unfurling from the other man, deep desires and yearnings that Toshi had kept bottled inside him, now, for some reason, able to come out.
Toshi leaned over and took his mouth, tugging John’s lower lip fervently between his teeth and tongue. John reached up, curling his fingers into Toshi’s glossy ebony hair, using the pressure of his fingertips to pull Toshi’s mouth harder against his own. Toshi’s tongue danced and slid against his, making him feel as if Toshi were trying to draw his soul out through their kisses. John answered by parting his lips as widely as he could, letting the other man plunder his mouth as deeply as he wished.
For what seemed the longest time, they remained mouths locked together, Toshi’s hand stroking and pumping John’s cock, until finally he pulled his mouth from John’s. He nibbled another moment on John’s lower lip then dragged the tip of his tongue down John’s chin and across his throat, also sliding the palm of his hand down John’s shaft and balls, squeezing the firm sac with a light but possessive touch.
HIS BEAUTIFUL SAMURAI is a mouthwatering story of unbelievable beauty. I fell in love with Toshi; his uncertainty, his needs and his loyalty are all attributes that make him an incredible man. John is exactly what Toshi needs, and the two men fit each other perfectly. Add in a mystery and a connection to several historical samurai’s and HIS BEAUTIFUL SAMURAI has several layers that I found fascinating. I happily lost myself while reading HIS BEAUTIFUL SAMURAI and simply cannot wait to see what Sedonia Guillone will write next! I need more of these two men!!
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HIS BEAUTIFUL SAMURAI by Sedonia Guillone is a fascinating creatively written erotic ghost story. Sometimes a relationship is impossible no matter how much two people love each other. This is a story about impossible love and how history is repeated in the present. The two compelling characters take the reader on a ghost hunt to find a serial killer along the way the fall in love. Toshi is a police inspector in search of a serial killer. He first resents that a psychic has been called in on his case but once meeting John his opinions change. John is attracted to Toshi before they even meet. He hopes that the feelings are mutual. Even sensing that the feelings are shared there is a problem Toshi has a fiancé. The situation is complicated and throughout the case the two find themselves enjoying the closeness it allows. There are numerous erotic scenes described in explicitly graphic and steamy details. This story goes beyond just a sexual relationship these two characters find their hearts involved. The mystery of the serial killer is fascinating and will keep the reader guessing until the very end. A Japanese ghost story, a serial killer, and a love affair fated for heartache come together in, HIS BEAUTIFUL SAMURAI by Sedonia Guillone to make for a fascinating fast paced romance.
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Sedonia Guillone delivers a power-packed novel with a fascinating plot and characters the reader wants to know better. John and Toshi are hot, individually and together, yet the reader is not belabored with that; instead, as we get to know them little by little, each grows on us as a personality. HIS BEAUTIFUL SAMURAI is an engrossing story which can be read on many levels: as a suspenseful mystery, as a romance between John and Toshi, as the conflict of personal desires and drives in opposition to a rigid societal code. For whatever reason one chooses to read it, the recommendation of this reviewer is not to miss out on this very special book.
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The love that Toshi and John have for each other is hauntingly beautiful. The way that hints of the Japanese culture were woven into the plot was fascinating. It is interesting to see how people in different cultures respond to the same situations. Incorporating Feudal Japan as a base for the plot was very creative and it added to the overall uniqueness of the book. The idea that your past lives can effect your present life worked well and added much to the over plot line. I loved how no matter what the odds, Toshi and John were prepared to go to any length to protect their love and each other. This book is an incredible read and one that I will cherish. I look forward to more books by Ms. Guillone.
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HIS BEAUTIFUL SAMURAI captures the reader’s attention from beginning to end with its fascinating peek into a culture so different from the usual fare. Toshi and John are compelling characters who complement each other. John is the familiar hero we can relate to, but his physic abilities give him an intriguing twist. Meanwhile, Toshi fires the imagination – a scion of Japanese aristocracy, he tries to balance familial duties and a modern, independent career. As a reader familiar with the western views towards homoerotic love, this story gave me a different look at how the subjected is treated in the Far East.
The mystery at the heart of this story is compelling…with its memorable characters and exotic locales, HIS BEAUTIFUL SAMURAI is a story that will appeal to those with a yen for the unusual.