Now Available: Lion’s Lover
July 29, 2010 at 2:02 pm | Posted in Available Books, Novel length | Leave a Comment
Author: Sedonia Guillone
Genre: Shapeshifter; M/F; Historical; Paranormal; Adventure
Length: Novel
MSR: 7.49
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Serena Blakely made two deathbed promises to her first lover: first that she will love again; and second that she will go on safari with her uncle to hunt the legendary Great Lion. Nothing could’ve prepared her for what she finds on the African plains. Her uncle’s hunting companion is the sexiest man she has ever met, but more than that, she also meets the ngatu, a shapeshifting lion-man right out of African folklore. And the ngatu wants Serena for his mate!
Aubrey Darnell has a secret. The broken heart that once drove him from England to Africa has now transformed him into the ngatu, a shapeshifter lion and man. He has managed to keep his identity a secret. Until now. The mere scent of Serena Blakely sends him into the change. She is his mate, and her love can cure him. Now he must seduce the beautiful young Englishwoman without her finding out he’s the very man she’s promised to hunt.
Publisher’s note: This book is previously published elsewhere.
Excerpt:
Something creaked, snapping her gaze to the French doors. They were standing open, the soft white curtains wafting in a breeze. Her heart thumped painfully and she began to shiver. She’d closed those doors before getting into bed.
A shadow loomed over her and she yelped softly, scrambling back against the headboard.
A man, with dark gold hair full and long like a lion’s mane, appeared as if from a whisper, his large, powerful body hovering over hers. A full, soft beard, equally soft and wild, covered his cheeks and jaw, and his eyes glinted, like a cat’s in the shadows. They were greener than emeralds flecked with gold, their gaze burning into hers. In spite of her fear, Serena found herself captured by the glittering jewels.
He was so close that Serena could feel the heat rising from him. His breath caressed the skin of her face, and tension quivered through his taut, sinewy muscles. He seemed ready to pounce on her.
She stared back, equally tensed. His scent, musky and wild, was unlike any other she’d ever experienced. In spite of her fear, she began to melt, as she had earlier on the terrace.
“Who are you?” Serena whispered over the vibration that seemed to emanate from his core. If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn he was purring!
He continued to stare at her, that strange thrum filling her senses, blending with her own heartbeat. Under his hypnotic gaze, the tension in her body drained. A primal throbbing took over between her thighs, and her breathing became ragged. Desire blazed, making ashes of her fear. She knew that whatever this man wanted, she would give.
She saw him inching his way closer to the edge of the bed. He moved cautiously, like a cat stalking a mouse until he reached bedside and crouched.
“Who are you?” she whispered again, although she did not expect an answer. She didn’t know if he even understood.
In one light swift motion, he sprang up, perching his large muscled body on the edge of the mattress. His shoulders and chest were broad, and his arms and torso rippled with quivering muscles. And he was naked.
Serena’s eyes had adjusted to the shadowy light and she could see his entire body. His thighs were long with hard muscle. His waist tapered into slim hips and round hard buttocks. When he moved, she saw his cock, long and hard, springing upward from a nest of dark hair. She caught her breath at the sight.
Suddenly, he was over her, his large hands pushed into the pillow on either side of her head. He lowered his face closer and closer. His eyes glittered into hers.
The spellbinding purr that emanated from him vibrated through Serena. Her eyes fluttered closed as the sensation caressed her breasts and the swelling musky flesh of her vaginal cleft. Her breasts heaved with her ragged breaths and her skin dampened with perspiration inspired by the heat of his body so close to hers.
Gently, with a whispery light touch, he nudged her, just like a cat, with his forehead against her cheek. The movement sent a wave of pleasure rippling through her and she instinctively parted her legs, wanting his large, strong body between them.
He nudged her again, this time with a longer stroke, up one cheek, into her hair. Serena moaned softly, sinking back into the soft mattress, her body languorous, her vagina swollen with desire, wet and open.
The movement of her body had caused her nightgown to slide upward and gather around her waist. She heard his sharp intake of breath as one large settled on her thigh, the fingertips sliding slowly upwards, toward her pubic mound.
Serena tilted her head back, her hands grabbing up the sheets in fistfuls as his fingertips raked lightly through her mound of tawny curls and grazed her vaginal lips. She had not had a man’s touch between her legs since the last time Theo had pleasured her, and the mere brush of his fingertips along her moist slit was intoxicating.
He slipped his fingers down into her musky wetness, massaging the swollen ridges and folds of intimate flesh with light, swift strokes. Serena gasped at the intense pleasure, the delicious heat of his touch and spread her legs further apart as he filled her sheath with his large fingers, stretching her, opening her. He lowered his face down to her open crotch, causing her to moan softly when his lips made contact. He nuzzled the soft fleshy lips, causing her to gasp with pleasure when he ran the tip of his tongue along her slit.
Serena gasped at the sheer, unutterable bliss from the heat of his tongue and involuntarily arched her pelvis upward, against his mouth, silently begging him for more. He seemed to understand her need and responded by gently spreading open her vaginal lips. His breath was hot on the slick pink flesh and Serena’s heart pounded furiously in her chest, her arousal mounting to a pitch as he began to lap at her swollen clit like a cat with a bowl of milk. Her body writhed in delight and she reached down with one hand to entwine her fingers in his hair. He slid two large fingers into her, moving them in and out while he suckled on the engorged nub.
Serena lost herself in the in delicious friction of his tongue. Theo had done this to her many times and had always made her come within moments. The same was happening now. His hot tongue on her clit and his fingers massaging her wet swollen passage was more pleasure than she’d had in over three years and she went over the edge in a mere few seconds. She arched her hips under his mouth, letting out several soft cries before collapsing.
She looked up at him where he crouched between her spread thighs. He, too, was watching her, his green and gold eyes glinting in the dark with the subtlest movement of his head. The purring sound still emanated from him and even in the shadowy light, Serena could see the droplets of her musk clinging to his beard. She sat up and reached out her hand to touch his face.
He backed off, away from her hand, and crept off the bed, his large body coiling into a crouching position.
“What is it?” Serena whispered. “Don’t you want me to touch you?”
Now Available: Master of Ecstasy
July 20, 2010 at 5:29 pm | Posted in Available Books, Trysts | Leave a Comment
Author: Sedonia Guillone
Length: Short Story (Tryst Line)
Genre: M/M; Manlove; Historical; Samurai
Price: 0.99
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Hideyuki Sukiyama has been in love with the commander of his unit for thirteen years. However, Commander Masanao whose long-time companion and lover left him two years earlier has shown no signs of searching for a new love. Until…
A series of interviews is granted, with one unusual and erotic request. The man who fulfills the request unflinchingly and with his whole heart and soul will take that coveted place at the handsome commander’s side. All other men have failed or have not had the courage to take the test. Will Hideyuki take the challenge, and if so, will he succeed and be granted the one thing for which his heart has burned?
Publisher’s note: This story is previously published and has been extensively revised for publication with Ai Press.
Excerpt:
“No, Hideyuki-san! You must not enter into manlove with Commander Masanao.” Kobayashi’s eyes were wide with fear.
Hideyuki studied the other samurai’s face in the dance of firelight. He rubbed his chin, badly in need of a shave, with thumb and forefinger. “And why not?” His own interview with the commander was for the following afternoon.
Kobayashi leaned toward him, bottom lip trembling. “Because he is perverse.” That last word blended with a shower of sparks from their campfire.
Hideyuki’s hand went to the hilt of his wakizashi, but then slipped away. Not only was it illegal to draw one’s weapon, there was no honor in slaying a worm like Kobayashi no matter what slander he put forth. The truth of Masanao’s character was evident in the dark pierce of his almond-shaped eyes, in his aristocratically rounded features and broad-shouldered stance. No other samurai was as fine or as handsome as Commander Masanao and Hideyuki had sworn to himself at age thirteen that when he found the samurai he could truly follow, he would submit to him, body and soul.
After thirteen years of watching Masanao advance in the ranks, and then serving in his unit when he came of age, Hideyuki was positive he’d found that warrior.
He narrowed his eyes at Kobayashi. Like so many of their class, the man was a samurai in title only. The warrior’s code, bushido, was not in him and Hideyuki could only guess that Kobayashi’s intense physical beauty alone had won him an interview with the commander. After all, Masanao was human and most humans, male and female, were taken with Kobayashi at first. “Tell me of this perversion, Kobayashi-san,” he said. “That way, I can never claim I wasn’t warned.”
Kobayashi swallowed hard and sat back on his haunches. “Masanao does not merely seek a companion to replace Kazuhiro.”
And why would he? Hideyuki pictured the commander with his kimono open, his tall broad body all smooth golden muscle. Masanao needs faith, service…loyalty. Kazuhiro was a fine swordsman as well as a faithful companion. However his time to marry and produce children had come and Masanao had obviously grieved the loss of his lover since he’d waited nearly two whole years to find another.
“When I went for my interview, he wanted me to…to…” Kobayashi’s lip continued to quake and his eyes stared into the fire.
“Never mind, Kobayashi-san.” He lay back on his futon bedroll and stretched his legs out toward the fire. Within his loincloth, his musuko tightened with need. He’d already decided that whatever the commander asked of him, he’d do. “No need for you to relive the distress. I will wait until tomorrow and find out for myself.”
And why would he? Hideyuki pictured the commander with his kimono open, his tall broad body all smooth golden muscle. Masanao needs faith, service…loyalty. Kazuhiro was a fine swordsman as well as a faithful companion. However his time to marry and produce children had come and Masanao had obviously grieved the loss of his lover since he’d waited nearly two whole years to find another.
“When I went for my interview, he wanted me to…to…” Kobayashi’s lip continued to quake and his eyes stared into the fire.
“Never mind, Kobayashi-san.” He lay back on his futon bedroll and stretched his legs out toward the fire. Within his loincloth, his musuko tightened with need. He’d already decided that whatever the commander asked of him, he’d do. “No need for you to relive the distress. I will wait until tomorrow and find out for myself.”
Now Available: Cowboy and the Crow
June 7, 2010 at 9:35 pm | Posted in Available Books, Trysts | 1 Comment
Cowboy and the Crow
Author: Sedonia Guillone
Length: Tryst (short story)
Genre: M/M; Cowboy; Western; gay erotica; shape-shifter
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Cowboy and ranch hand Patrick has been mourning the mysterious disappearance of his lover, Johnny Crowfeather. Every night he looks to the horizon, aching for Crowfeather to return. Which he does, one chilly night, reappearing just as mysteriously to warm Patrick’s bedroll and tell him the wondrous, unbelievable reason he vanished. However, is this passionate reunion the real thing, or just the beginning of the end?
Excerpt:
Johnny Crowfeather, where the hell are you? The question echoed in Patrick’s mind for the millionth time since Johnny’s disappearance. Resting his brush against Snoopy’s neck, he scanned the darkening landscape, as if somehow Johnny would walk out of the shadows, smiling at him.
Damn it. As usual, no Johnny. No one but him, Snoopy, and that crow on one of the fence posts Patrick had come out to the edge of the Double L to repair.
The bird had seemed to make a game of tagging along his fence-repair route, the one Johnny and he used to do together, that is, until a month ago. The bird now stared at him, its ebony head cocked to one side as dusk swallowed the last of the sunlight.
“Yes, you’re pretty,” Patrick said. Not that he understood crow talk, but the bird seemed to like it.
The crow opened its beak and let out a shrill caw. Patrick chuckled. “All right. As soon as I rustle up my own supper, you can have some.”
Seeming satisfied, the bird cawed again and lifted its wings before settling down to watch Patrick brush Snoopy.
A shiver ran down Patrick’s spine. “No,” he said out loud. For a second there, he’d allowed himself to entertain the whole skin-walker idea. If he started listening to Johnny’s grandfather, he was going to start believing that Johnny had become a skin-walker.
The last time he’d spoken to Nathan Crowfeather, the elderly man had shaken his head. “I kept telling my grandson he must not stare so long at you each time. It is not bad that he loves you, Patrick, but staring at you has made his soul vulnerable.” Apparently, in Navajo culture, staring at someone for a long time was a cultural taboo and a person who broke such taboos ran the risk of becoming a part-human, part-animal shape shifter, or something like that.
Now Available: Fallon’s Jewel
May 29, 2010 at 12:47 pm | Posted in Available Books, Novel length, Trade Paperback | Leave a Comment
Fallon’s Jewel
M/M; Sci-fi; Adventure
Length: Novel
Release Date: May 29, 2010
Price ebook: 5.49
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Kenji doesn’t know who he is or where he came from, only that he woke up one day, naked and alone on Terran A, possessing nothing in the world but a golden statue. All he knows is his survival, serving drink to roughnecks in Spike’s bar for a living. The one bright spot in his life is Jake Fallon, a cop with Interstellar Patrol. Though Fallon is only another customer, Kenji senses something different about him, something that inspires Kenji to trust Fallon with his body and his life. When Kenji is attacked and pursued by a vicious bounty hunter one night, Fallon also becomes his only hope.
Fallon’s passion for Kenji mixes with his desire to rescue the beautiful man from danger. He’s already more than half in love with Kenji and falling deeper as the bounty hunter’s pursuit takes them from galaxy to galaxy. For the first time since his first partner was killed, Fallon dares to surrender his heart again. However, as their race for survival uncovers Kenji’s true origins, Fallon may have to let Kenji go in order for Kenji to fulfill the very purpose of his existence…
Excerpt:
A gust of cooler air breezed through, pulling Kenji from a fantasy. He looked in the direction of the door, which had just opened, closing in the wake of yet another brawny patron.
Kenji’s heart beat a little harder.
The man—a stranger to him–checked his weapon.
Tall. Broad shoulders. Muscular chest straining against a white T-shirt. Dark, close-cropped hair, nice sideburns.
This one was different. Kenji’s mouth went dry.
This one was hot.
By his clean-cut appearance Kenji guessed he was a cop. That was nothing unusual in this place. But there was something about the way he moved—deliberate—smooth, relaxed yet tightly wound, like he could spring in a second, that kept Kenji’s attention riveted.
At that second, the guy looked up. His eyes made a brief yet slow survey of the crowded room.
And then they landed on Kenji.
Kenji couldn’t tell what color they were from this distance, but he could feel them. They seemed to burn down into his very soul. They seemed to know who he was even when Kenji himself didn’t know.
Everything in the roomful of rowdy tattooed, leather-clad space junkies, space cowboys and bounty hunters receded. He was more captured than he was during one of his visions.
And then he began to walk toward Kenji, his eyes never leaving Kenji’s, his brawny torso flexing with each step.
Was it a few seconds or minutes before the guy stood before him, so close to his barstool that Kenji could see the dark stubble covering the strong line of his chin and jaw? So close that he caught a whiff of something spicy? Cologne that made Kenji’s groin tingle.
The man pointed to the empty stool. “Is this seat taken?” He had a nice smile and incredible eyes, the color of the blue through which Kenji was falling in his recurring vision. Yet in those eyes was a touch of sadness the grin didn’t dispel.
Kenji blinked. The stool next to him had been vacated within the last few seconds by the hustler sitting there. He must have gotten a hit and taken his customer to the back rooms. “I was saving it for you,” he heard himself say. And froze. What had possessed him? He’d never spoken like that to anyone.
A throaty chuckle. “That so “Well, this is my lucky night, isn’t it?” He seated himself and held out a hand. “Jake Fallon, Intergalactic Space Patrol.”
So he was a cop. Kenji accepted the offer of handshake. Warm. Strong. Nice. “Kenji.”
“Pleased to meet you, Kenji,” Jake Fallon said. “What are you drinking?”
Nice accent too. From England. On Earth. A bunch of the guys who came here were from England. Though they had a variety of accents, Kenji had heard this one before with its lightly rolled “r’s.”
“Just fizzy water,” he answered finally. He raised his glass, now wishing he’d gotten something stronger. Fizzy water was so…not cool. “It’s not…loaded.”
Jake Fallon looked at him a moment. A tiny grin flashed across his nicely curved lips. “I see. Well, I’ll have that too then.” He signaled the bartender, causing the muscles in his back to strain against his T-shirt. Dan came and took his order, leaving Fallon free to turn back to him.
Kenji swallowed hard and stared down into the clear, bubbling water in his glass. His heart pounded and he wiped his palms off on his pants. “I’ve…never seen you here before,” he said. And almost slapped his forehead. How lame was that?
Sadness flitted through the other man’s blue eyes. “I haven’t been here in a long time.” He sighed just as Dan placed his order in front of him. Fallon lifted his glass, his sad look replaced with a grin. “As we say back in Manchester, cheers,” he said, and clinked it against Kenji’s glass.
Kenji watched Fallon take a drink, his head tilted back enough that Kenji could watch the muscles in his throat work as he swallowed. Shifting on his barstool, he hoped the other man couldn’t see the tightening in his cock, which started to push against his trousers. “You’re from Manchester?”
“Yeah, originally. But I’ve been flying through space for so long now I feel more alien than anything else.” He chuckled. “What about you?”
Kenji stiffened. Good question. Where was he from? He shrugged. “Around here.”
Fallon paused. Then a look slipped into his face, something that said, I understand, you can’t tell me. Lots of fugitives stalked the Terran outposts, secretive about their origins. They provided much lucrative fodder for the bounty hunters who’d proliferated with humankind’s reach into space. “No worries, Kenji. It doesn’t matter.”
Kenji remained silent and filled the moment with sipping his drink.
“In answer to your comment about not having seen me here before,” Fallon said, “I lost my partner a couple of years ago. A fire at ISP headquarters. This was a place we used to come on our nights off when we were in this sector.” He sighed and took another large sip. “I figured it’s about time to be getting on with things.”
That must be the sadness he’d seen in Fallon’s eyes. Whoever the dead man was, Fallon must have really loved him to have stayed away for so long. His fingers tightened on his own glass.
“I’m sorry,” he said finally.
Fallon nodded. “Thanks, Kenji.” He sipped his drink, eyeing Kenji with a thoughtful expression. “May I ask you a personal question?”
Kenji’s heart thumped, but he shrugged, trying to appear casual. He didn’t know what else to do in his first real conversation with someone he was attracted to. “Sure.”
The other man tilted his head. “You seem…different from the usual patrons here. You’re more, um, refined. Are you…” he gestured toward one of the hustlers on the other side of the bar, a guy named Pieter.
Kenji blinked. “You mean a…hustler?”
Fallon grimaced. “Sorry. That was rude of me. I’m so out of practice.”
He smiled. No insult there. The hustlers were more refined looking for the most part. It was the contrast between them and their roughneck clients that got them paid. “No. I’m a bartender here. For the last few months.” He glanced down into his drink before continuing. “I usually leave after my shift, but I tonight I…was in the mood to hang around.”
Fallon leaned a bit closer, bringing that great scent with him. The energy of his maleness so close sent shivers through Kenji’s body, all the way to his toes. “I’m glad you waited, Kenji. I wouldn’t have met you, had you left.”
Kenji looked up. Again, Fallon was so close, their lips were mere inches away. Kenji caught himself tilting in closer.
“Jake Fallon, hey!”
Kenji jerked away. Bud had returned from the back room and now stood right behind Fallon, thumping him on the back in a rough greeting.
“Hi, Bud. Long time.” Fallon swiveled on his stool and offered the other man his hand.
Bud pumped Fallon’s hand and gripped his shoulder with his other hand. “Good to see you, man! Where ya been?” Before Fallon could answer, Bud turned a bemused look to Kenji then back. “You lucky fuckin’ dog, Fallon! Kenji here doesn’t let anyone within three feet of his fine little body.” He winked in Kenji’s direction. “I should know. I been trying to get him into bed ever since he showed up in this place. He resists me like the plague.”
Kenji frowned at him, his cheeks burning. “Behave, Bud.”
Bud grinned. “No hard feelings, Kenji. I know you been waiting for the right guy to come along.” He winked at Fallon. “He doesn’t come out and say that. It’s just obvious.” With a final shake of his head, he added, “You are in for a treat. Mm…mmm.”
How humiliating. Unbearably so. What would Fallon think of him now? He didn’t want to know. Best to get away. With a quick glance at Fallon, he mumbled, “Well, I gotta go.”
Without giving Fallon a chance to react, Kenji slid off the barstool and started to jostle his way through the press of smelly male bodies. But before he got more than two steps away, a large hand closed gently on his shoulder, ushering him around to press lightly up against Fallon’s broad front.
The corner of Fallon’s lips turned up in a sexy way. “Slow down, laddie.” His blue eyes searched Kenji’s, as if trying to read his thoughts. “What is it? What Bud said?” His large hand squeezed his shoulder. “The guy is a bit of a wanker but he means well.”
Kenji swallowed, finding it hard to speak for a second. He shook his head, trying to convey his agreement.
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed. I can’t think of any bloke who’d want to take him to bed.”
Kenji had to chuckle and Fallon’s answering grin made the remaining tension in Kenji’s body relax.
The next second Fallon’s grin evaporated and his eyes took on a serious look. “But, uh, if there’s any truth in what Bud said, then I’m flattered.” He squeezed Kenji’s shoulder again, the touch like a warm brand passing right through his thin white shirt and onto his skin.
Kenji’s good eyelid fluttered a bit as heat invaded his body.
Fallon’s hand moved from Kenji’s shoulder to his chin, chucking it. “So, do you like me enough to get out of here together?”
Now Available – Taming Kate
April 8, 2010 at 6:10 pm | Posted in Available Books, Novel length, Trade Paperback | Leave a CommentTags: Available, BDSM, contemporary romance, Taming Kate, Western
Genre: Contemporary Western; BDSM;
Length: Novel
ISBN: 1451596324
MSRP: $8.49
You pay: $4.99
Release Date: April 8, 2010
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Cover Art: Les Byerley
It’s going to take a lot more than sweet talk to tame this Kate…
Kate has given up on men. They’re all unreliable gold-diggers or worse. Besides, who needs men when she has her work? Unfortunately Daddy has other plans. He wants to see her happy, and he knows just the man for the job.
Enter Peter Manning, the incredibly sexy horse-whisperer, whose healing skills work on more than just horses. He’s got all the right tools for taming this wild filly – rope, blindfolds, his bare hands.
Kate’s acid tongue and prickly manner are no match for Peter’s strength and determination. And pretty soon, their battle of wills leads them into each others’ arms… and beds.
Publisher’s note: This book was previously released at Loose Id.
Excerpt:
Kate looked down just as a pair of heavy work boots came to a halt in front of the swinging doors of the dressing room. Her gaze traveled upwards, meeting his. He was staring at her over the doors. Terror and anger at feeling so naked and vulnerable pulsed through her. She especially hated the way her nipples tightened against her brassiere. She hated the way she wanted him to come into the little booth with her.
She stared back, astonished as the anger drained from the darkening green hue of his eyes. His breath caught in his throat as his gaze roamed over her negligee-clad body. If his eyes had been hands, he would have been running his fingertips over her skin, reaching for every intimate spot.
“My God,” he whispered. A million heartbeats seemed to pass as he gazed at her and she stared back, half entranced, half-terrified.
She pressed her back against the wall. “What are you going to do to me?” Her legs trembled and she struggled to keep her balance, unable to tell whether he was going to tan her hide or come in there and …
The sound of her voice seemed to jar him out of his hypnosis. He grabbed hold of the doors and swung them open, his brawny physique filling the doorway. His unshaven jaw flexed with tension. His dark blond hair was tousled. “That was a pretty good bit of engineering there, Kate. “Her anger at feeling vulnerable took over, and she glared at him; damned if she would let him see her fear. Or her desire. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He waved his hand toward her scantily clothed body. “This lacy get-up. You figured by the time I came to confront you, you’d turn on the sexy act to control me, right? Flash the goods and I won’t take you to task for the paint job on my truck?” Kate jammed her fists on her hips, forgetting that her pink nipples were visible through the black lace of both bra and negligee. “I did not engineer anything. I was simply trying on something I wanted to buy. I have no interest in controlling you or anyone. I want to be left alone. I figured you would be halfway home by now.” Peter stared at her a moment before a look of understanding lit his chiseled features. He crossed his arms and leaned casually against the wall. Even in his relaxed stance, there was barely room to move. “I see.” He leaned in closer, his breath a warm caress on her face. The tight quarters did nothing to lower the simmering in her loins that continued in spite of her tension. “You were fixing to get rid of me, weren’t you? Testing me to see if I’d prove you right?” Kate blinked, trying to push away the weakening effect he was having on her. She was probably in a heap of trouble with him, yet instead of worrying about that, she was getting aroused. She had never met anyone who made her feel that way. Until now. “Of course I was. What did you think? Neither you nor my father will listen to me.” Peter looked down and sighed. When he looked back up, he trapped her gaze with his. His face was so close, Kate could see the gold flecks in his irises.
“Well, this does change things a bit, Kate. If you’re really that dead set against doing this.” He rubbed his chin with thumb and forefinger, a pensive look in his eyes. “Hmm.” He stopped and looked at her. “Are you going to tell him? Or am I?” Kate sagged against the wall, narrowing her eyes at him. “Damn you.” Suddenly she found herself caged close between his chest and the wall, his palms pressed to the wall on either side of her head. “No, Kate. You know what? Damn you . Your father cares about you, so much so that he’s had to call on a horse whisperer because he’s run out of options. As for me, I’ve got an eleven-year-old nephew who’s developmentally disabled because his father abandoned him when he was five. I’ve got a ranch to run and a horse that’s recovering from a trailer accident. And now I’ve got to get my truck to the body shop so it doesn’t continue to look like the wall of a subway station. You think I’m on holiday here?” He bent his face to hers, so close that their noses almost touched. The insight into his personal life worsened her guilt. She wished suddenly she could go back and handle the situation differently. She wished he would kiss her instead of reaming her a new asshole. She wondered if he felt that way too, pressed up close to her when she was wearing nothing but a bit of lace and silk.
She swallowed past a lump in her throat. “I think you’re wasting your time. And of course I’ll pay for the damages.” “Damn right you’re going to pay for the damages,”he shot back. “But it’s not that easy, Kate. Your father begged me to work with you as much as he begged you to let me work with you.”He paused and heaved a deep sigh. When he looked at her again, his lids were heavier over his eyes, which had darkened and grown dusky. He shook his head. “Damn shame that I have to teach you a lesson now. I’d much rather be kissing you.”Kate caught her breath, not only from surprise but also from the reality that he felt what sizzled between them. The small space had grown feverishly warm from their bodies, and Peter pressed his more snugly against hers. Her breasts crushed against his rock-hard chest, and she weakened further, sagging against the wall, fighting the urge to part her legs and let her lips fall open for a kiss.
A soft groan escaped Peter’s throat and he squeezed his eyes shut. From the look of it, he was fighting for control. He dipped his head forward, his lips close to her ear. “I’m going to teach you not to destroy another person’s property, Miss Rossi. After all, I didn’t do anything to you to deserve that. This is for your own good.” Kate’s arousal dissipated and her lip trembled. “So … so … how are you going to –” “I’m going to put you over my knee.” Her heart lurched. He couldn’t be serious! “The hell you are,”she spat, her remorse over his truck forgotten in her shock and fear-induced anger.
He stepped further into the room, filling the small space. His hard, muscular body pressed against hers. His masculine scent, primal and musky, filled her nostrils, weakening her. Before she knew what was happening, iron-strong hands gripped her and dragged her out of the dressing room.
“Let … go … of me, you bastard!” Kate twisted and struggled as the clothing racks and shelves passed her view. He was heading to the front of the store, to the counter where her stool sat behind the register.
Flailing her arms, her nails flexed, she clawed at his face, raking a trail down his cheek.
“Ow! Damn you, Kate!” “Let me go! Let … me … go!” “Not until you get what’s coming to you.” “I’ll sue you!” She writhed in vain. Peter’s arms held her in a viselike grip.
“You’re the one who damaged my truck.” “My father will, then.””Your father’ll thank me.” “Someone will see us from outside! You’ll be in trouble then!”He dropped onto the seat, bringing Kate with him. If they can see through a shade, maybe.”In spite of her thrashing, she was no match for him, and he maneuvered her until she was across his knees, the flimsy negligee hanging around her head.
One arm held her firmly in place. Then whap! A hand came down firmly on her left butt cheek, delivering a stinging slap.
“Ow!” Kate cried out and struggled, but Peter just held her more firmly.
He delivered a second slap.
The blood rushed to Kate’s face. A pulsing sprang to life in the cleft between her thighs. Damn it! It’s not supposed to feel good! She struggled less fiercely. Her hands hung like a rag doll’s. Her breasts were crushed against Peter’s muscular thighs. Suddenly the entire energy between them shifted, and she couldn’t remember whether he was punishing her or pleasuring her.
The third slap brought a pleasant sting that shimmied through her, into her pussy and thighs. Kate felt her resistance slipping. Her head lolled against his leg.
He slapped her a fourth time, bringing a rush of sexual wetness through her slit. She moaned softly.
She waited for a fifth slap. She glanced up, seeing Peter’s hand frozen in mid-air. The sound of his ragged breathing filled the air around them. He released her, causing her to roll off his lap to a heap on the floor.
The negligee had come untied in their struggle and lay open. Kate braced her hands on the floor, staring up at Peter. Her nipples were erect in her black lacy bra. She, too, breathed raggedly, watching him for what he would do next.
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Reviews
Sedonia Gullone has written an extremely captivating tale in TAMING KATE. I couldn’t help but empathize with both of the characters. They’d both been through horrible events that had shaped them into the people that they are. Kate had buried her feelings deep inside herself and protected herself by lashing out at other people. Peter had found strength to get through his feelings by relying on his faith in Buddhism. I thoroughly enjoyed all the verbal sparing and stunts Kate pulled in an effort to run Peter off. They both have extremely strong personalities, but while Kate’s was more “in your face,” Peter’s was calmer and depended on what was needed at the time. Kate had deep emotional scars that she’d never allowed herself to deal with. TAMING KATE is a combination of ‘The Horse Whisperer’ and ‘Taming of the Shrew.’ I loved being able to lose myself for a while in this very charming story. I got so involved in the characters lives I just couldn’t put it down. This is definitely a book I’ll read many times.
4.5 Blue Ribbon, Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
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Sedonia Guillone’s TAMING KATE is a new take on a classic love story. This is no remake; the story is crisp and enchanting with unforgettable characters that will touch your heart. Kate and Peter each come with their own baggage and through the love they find, are able to deal with the past. The author has a wicked sense of humor that will have you laughing out loud. This should not be missed.
4 Angels, Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews
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TAMING KATE is a story of two people dealing with the harshness of the life that they have lived. Both have painful pasts that still consume them to varying extents. Peter is the perfect caring alpha male. He is bound to his family, the land, and the horses that he heals. He is the man so many of us look for and never find. Kate has been hurt so much that she has become hard hearted, arrogant and rude. There are times you will want to shake her and tell her to grow up. Beneath the hard exterior though is the heart of a loving and gentle soul. The sexual tension that builds in the book will have you longing for relief. It builds steadily from the first meeting until it explodes. These two are like molten lava when they finally come together. However, as great as the sex is, this story is about redemption, faith, and the willingness to care.
4/5 Stars, Oleta M Baylock, JERR
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TAMING KATE was a book that was impossible to put down. The feelings between Kate and Peter are so explosive. This book will show you that love can overcome a hurtful past.
Sherry, Coffee Time Romance
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Author Sedonia Guillone writes an arousing tale of love and passion with TAMING KATE… Ms. Guillone shows how a kind word and a soft touch can go a long way on the road to love.
Sinclair Reid, Romance Reviews Today
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TAMING KATE is a story of love but it’s also a story of a man’s commitment. Kate is more than just a job to Peter and he sees past the stubborn Kate and brings out the woman that is searching for true love. You won’t be able to put this book down.
Louise Riveiro-Mitchell, The Romance Studio
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TAMING KATE is an emotionally charged tale that combines heat, sensuality, intimacy and love in one spicy package. This modern day twist of “The Taming of The Shrew” will taunt, tease, and please all of your senses.
Lena Matthews, Author
Now Available: Aki’s Love Song
March 18, 2010 at 2:58 am | Posted in Available Books, Trysts | Leave a CommentTags: Aki's Love Song, Available, contemporary romance, manlove
Aki’s Love Song
Genre: M/M; LGBT; Contemporary
Length: Short Story – Tryst
Price: $0.99
Format: e-book
ISBN: 978-1-4524-5915-8
Pub. Date: March 2010
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Cover art: Les Byerley
Since high school, Tamotsu has watched his best friend Aki grow from a rebellious but musically talented teenager to one of the most popular music artists in Japan. Though he’s been secretly in love with Aki for years, enduring the endless string of admirers Aki takes for lovers, Tamotsu suffers silently because he knows deep down that he is really the one person in the world Aki turns to for true friendship and solace.
But when Aki unveils an unknown and haunting love song he’s composed in secret during a concert, Tamotsu fears that Aki has finally found someone he can have a lasting relationship with. Only such a deep, abiding passion could inspire a song that beautiful.
Is Aki really saying good bye to him in the only way he can, through his music? Or is Aki telling Tamotsu something else?
Excerpt:
As usual, Aki was magnificent. Sweat gleamed on his flawless torso, most of which was exposed by the flimsy costume of black leather straps criss-crossing his lean muscles. Aki’s ass and thighs looked poured into his tight leather pants, the black of which only emphasized the perfect roundness of each ass cheek. His Fender Jaguar moved with his undulating body as if the two were fused together. Each movement caused Aki’s ass to strain in the most mouth-watering way.
Aki’s silver-tipped black hair stood out in exaggerated spikes, like the mane of a lion emerging from the dark side and the heavy black eyeliner circling each large, chocolate brown eye gave Aki the appearance of a wild, seductive demon coming to enslave those who desired him.
Tamotsu stared at him from his customary spot in the sidelines. Though his role as manager of Spider’s Web was to make sure everything went smoothly, once Aki got on stage, his slim lanky musculature emphasized by the dramatic lighting stole Tamotsu’s attention.
The way Aki had already stolen his heart.
True to the name of Aki’s group, every one of the fifty-thousand screaming fans in the stadium was ensnared in Aki’s web, trapped by his intoxicating mixture of flawless physical beauty and existentially jarring music. To listen to Aki’s voice of creamy velvet, to watch his graceful body wind and bend under the lights, and to see the blend of vulnerability and angst in his eyes was to become his prisoner. Aki was a drug one couldn’t live without.
Especially Tamotsu.
Aki was playing one of his greatest songs, “Wildfire,” and had just reached the bridge. The fans’ screams increased in volume, rising with the cascade of sounds Aki released from his guitar. Aki’s own passions drove him to his knees, head thrown back, spikes of hair waving with the thrashing of his head. Eyes closed, Aki’s rippling torso undulated with the riffs he played. Aki’s demonic yet innocent nature poured from beneath his plucking fingers.
Tamotsu’s heart sped up. Aki absorbed him, made the entire world vanish except for Aki. Truthfully, it had always been that way, from the first time Tamotsu met him in the Music Club freshman year in high school. Even then, with normal hair and no eyeliner, slim form hidden in the navy blazer and striped tie of their school uniform, Aki was, in Tamotsu’s eyes, an artist whose gentle nature had been completely overlooked by his family. They’d seen only the kernel of his musical talent and had driven him in the classics, forcing him to practice the piano hours a day. By the time Aki was fourteen, he rebelled, pulling Tamotsu into his world by asking him to play drums for the underground band he was forming.
In spite of his own painful stage fright, Tamotsu immediately accepted and had the time of his life for four glorious years playing clubs late into the nights on weekends. He’d wanted that life to go on forever, until he and Aki were old men, getting onto the stage with their walkers. The only painful part had been suffering silently in his love for Aki who of course, had scores of girls—and guys—following him around like love-starved puppies. Aki had a steady supply of companionship and sex, whenever he wanted it. Tamotsu bore Aki’s busy sex life as the price of his flourishing friendship with Aki. After all, he was the one Aki came to for solace, who Aki hung out with when he wanted to completely relax and feel safe. Even when Tamotsu had been forced to leave the band and take over his ailing father’s tatami mat dealership, Aki came to him. The connection between them hadn’t ever been lost and Tamotsu couldn’t bear to think of life without Aki.
So when Tamotsu’s father died and Tamotsu eventually sold the business, Aki had asked him to manage Spider’s Web. Of course, Tamotsu had jumped on the chance even though it didn’t mean his passion for his friend would be requited. Tamotsu never wanted to violate his special place in Aki’s life, so he’d kept his mouth shut for more than twenty years. Even though it meant not being in Aki’s bed.
Now they were both thirty-six and things were the same.
Except for the recent dulling in Aki’s eyes. Some of Aki’s fire had burned down and Tamotsu didn’t understand why. Aki didn’t talk about it and Tamotsu didn’t push beyond the occasional offer to talk.
“Wildfire” ended on a wailing screech of Aki’s deft fingers over the steel strings. The last note of the song reverberated through the stadium, drifting away as if fading into a mist. It ebbed into silence, leaving only the screaming voices of the fans. Aki remained where he was, head thrown back, eyes closed, hands frozen on the guitar. Were he anyone else, the pose would have come off as melodramatic, but Tamotsu understood his longtime friend. Aki poured his whole heart and soul into every note he composed as well as every movement he made. Everything was significant to Aki, even the way his knees touched the floor, as if he wanted to take root there and never have to leave. The stage was where Aki felt alive, in control, seen and appreciated, desperately trying to make up for the horrifying invisibility he’d suffered in his family.
You’re never invisible to me, Aki-chan, Tamotsu thought, watching Aki open his eyes and slowly rise to his feet amidst the din of cheers from his fans. If Aki could just feel, just once, how much Tamotsu loved him, perhaps he’d understand.
Tamotsu sighed and continued to stare. Aki was moving to the microphone, one hand raised in acknowledgement of the appreciation showering the airwaves. He gestured to his fellow band members, causing the cheers to escalate with each man he indicated. Aki was humble that way, always appreciating how the other musicians completed their sound and image. Without each and every one of them, Spider’s Web wasn’t. And Aki knew it.
“Thank you! Thank you so much!” he said into the microphone.
Cheers and yells met Aki’s words. Aki waited several moments, hand up, for the tumult to calm a bit before continuing. “Friends,” he began again, “Tonight, I’m playing a new song, one you’ve never heard before. I wrote it from the deepest place in my heart.” His hands went to his guitar, one on the neck, the other in placements over the strings.
Tamotsu frowned. A new song? As far as he knew, the band’s repertoire on this tour held only songs from their previous albums, the most recent of which had been released nearly eight months earlier. Aki had never mentioned playing a new song during this concert.
Coming soon!
March 5, 2010 at 4:26 am | Posted in Coming Soon | 2 Comments
Fallon’s Jewel
M/M; Sci-fi; Adventure
Kenji doesn’t know who he is or where he came from, only that he woke up one day, naked and alone on Terran A, possessing nothing in the world but a golden statue. All he knows is his survival, hosting roughnecks in Spike’s bar for a living. The one bright spot in his life is Jake Fallon, a cop with Interstellar Patrol. Though Fallon is only another customer, Kenji senses something different about him, something that inspires Kenji to trust Fallon with his body and his life. When Kenji is attacked and pursued by a vicious bounty hunter one night, Fallon also becomes his only hope.
Fallon’s passion for Kenji mixes with his desire to rescue the beautiful man from danger. He’s already more than half in love with Kenji and falling deeper as the bounty hunter’s pursuit takes them from galaxy to galaxy. For the first time since his first partner was killed, Fallon dares to surrender his heart again. However, as their race for survival uncovers Kenji’s true origins, Fallon may have to let Kenji go in order for Kenji to fulfill the very purpose of his existence…
Delicious Love Triangle
M/F/M Menage; Contemporary
No sex between roommates! This is the rule that Hana and her two best friends, Hiko and Shinji live by. So, Hana decides, it’s not really breaking the rule to ask her two handsome buddies to pose in erotic positions for her while she sketches what she hopes to be the manlove graphic novel that will launch her career as a manga artist. After all, Hiko and Shinji are both straight. Even better, they’re both agreeable to the plan. It’s the perfect arrangement until…
Seeing Hiko and Shinji together arouses Hana to no end. How will she be able to control herself watching their naked bodies entwined, watching them engage in acts that are the stuff of her wildest fantasies? What’s more, bit by bit, the three of them are starting to break their most important rule.
Hiko and Shinji have both been in love with Hana for a long time and out of their love for her, they’ve respected her stupid rule about no sex. But when Hana asks them to pose for her, they see their perfect chance to do away with regulation and get the woman they love into a position of their own.
Content warning: Contains male/male sexual acts, voyeurism, exhibitionism and multiple partner sex.
She Belongs to Them All
M/F/M/M Menage; Sci-fi; Adventure
Sixteen years ago, Rania’s father took her and her mother away from the Wolf and Deer clans, refusing to allow his daughter to be betrothed to three men. He rejects the old ways of their clan and sees his daughter’s destiny as servitude. But Hawk, Shin and Ken, do not forget their bride. No suffering in the following years will keep them from finding her, not the near-destruction of their people, not years in labor camps or starvation will keep them from their quest to consummate their marriage to her.
Which they do, on an Earth outpost sixteen years later. Rania now has a career, a fiance, a life completely apart from the destiny she’d had as a girl. Her three future husbands are willing to compromise: one night with them in an attempt to save their people.
But after such ecstasy, will one night be enough? Will they all want forever, and even if they do, what about the forces that would keep them apart – forces willing to murder in order to do so?
Excerpts are available here.
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