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Beautiful Samurai, White Tiger
Beautiful Samurai, White Tiger
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Beautiful Samurai, White Tiger
Author: Sedonia Guillone
Series: Genjin/Holmes Mysteries #2
Genre: M/M; Mystery; Romantic Suspense
Length: Novel
eISBN: 978-1-937796-33-4
MSRP: 7.99
You pay: 4.99
Cover art: Les Byerley
Publisher’s note: This book was previous published in 2008 by Torquere Press. It has been revised for re-release.
Japanese police inspector Toshi and his American partner John are back in this sequel to His Beautiful Samurai. Toshi and John are still reeling from their last adventure, dealing with family issues and trying to get ready for Toshi's uncle's funeral. Toshi’s uncle died with a secret that’s kept Toshi tied to his family, unable to fulfill his own life.
During the funeral preparations, his uncle's dear friend and former lover, Tokuma comes to Toshi for help. Fearing his nephew Yuzo has been kidnapped by the Yakuza, Tokuma asks Toshi and John to look into the young man's disappearance. Their investigation takes them into the murky underworld of the Japanese mob, and eventually leads them undercover to the temple of the White Tiger, a place of spirituality, love and danger. Learning the ways of the White Tiger opens John up to his psychic ability in unexpected ways, and brings the lovers closer than they ever thought possible. Through a series of unbelievably erotic encounters, John and Toshi learn the power of their love, and begin to believe that they can overcome anything, from Toshi's disapproving family to the mystery of the missing nephew. Can they find Yuzo before it's too late? Sedonia Guillone is the author of His Beautiful Samurai and My Hot Muse, stories that blend high eroticism with tender characters to create unique and powerful romances.
Excerpt:
Prologue
With his eyes still closed, Yuzo rolled over to snuggle against the warmth of his lover’s body. His arms met cool sheets and empty space.
He opened his eyes and threw back the covers. “What the—”
A hand clamped over his mouth. Iron strength gripped Yuzo from behind, pinning his arms to his body. Yuzo thrashed and twisted but the hand over his mouth had a cloth…smelled sharp. Must…get…away… Lead filled his body. So…hard…to move.
His eyelids shuttered and everything went black…
Agh… The pain in Yuzo’s head was blinding. No…he was blind! Something heavy pressed on his eyelids. He opened his mouth to yell but the same pressure filled his mouth. Seconds passed before he realized his tongue was resting against the fuzz of cloth. Blindfolded. Gagged. The reality slammed through the blackness.
Nande? What the hell was happening?
His heart began to race and sweat erupted on his skin, heating it and whatever he was lying on. He tried to shift his body, tried to get up. More restraints squeezed his wrists and ankles. Spread-eagled, bound, and…naked, except for what felt like a light sheet covering him. He was trussed up like a chicken for the slaughter. Kuso! Shit!
Think, Yuzo think. He heaved several breaths around the gag and forced himself to relax. After all, a calm mind in the midst of turmoil was what Kiku had been teaching him at the White Tiger, wasn’t it?
Kiku! He had to know by now that Yuzo was missing. He’d be searching for him. Just to wait and survive until then.
Yuzo listened for sounds. The occasional honk of a car horn punctuated the quiet. The low rumble of an airplane passing over. The air smelled like fish frying in oil.
Footsteps sounded from a small distance and he heard the click of a door being opened. He caught his breath, his body tensed like wires.
“Yuzo, I’m sorry.”
Yuzo’s blood froze. Was this possible? Was this fucking possible? He grunted and pulled against the bonds. Had his mouth been free he would have screamed.
“I had to do this, Yuzo. You need to learn not to talk.”
Chapter One
Tokuma knelt in seiza before a photograph of the man he’d loved. Seated on his heels, palms resting on his thighs, Tokuma raised his gaze to Musashi Genjin’s face. Tokuma’s heart still burned for Musashi, even though so many years had passed since they’d last lain in each other’s arms, since he’d last tasted Musashi’s kiss.
The photograph, taken in 1944 just before they’d gone into combat, showed Musashi at age twenty. He looked dashing, proud, and yet kind. His high cheekbones brought one’s gaze to his dark, soulful eyes. But it had been Musashi’s lips that Tokuma loved the most. Narrow yet full and soft, a shadow of beard around them.
Author: Sedonia Guillone
Series: Genjin/Holmes Mysteries #2
Genre: M/M; Mystery; Romantic Suspense
Length: Novel
eISBN: 978-1-937796-33-4
MSRP: 7.99
You pay: 4.99
Cover art: Les Byerley
Publisher’s note: This book was previous published in 2008 by Torquere Press. It has been revised for re-release.
Japanese police inspector Toshi and his American partner John are back in this sequel to His Beautiful Samurai. Toshi and John are still reeling from their last adventure, dealing with family issues and trying to get ready for Toshi's uncle's funeral. Toshi’s uncle died with a secret that’s kept Toshi tied to his family, unable to fulfill his own life.
During the funeral preparations, his uncle's dear friend and former lover, Tokuma comes to Toshi for help. Fearing his nephew Yuzo has been kidnapped by the Yakuza, Tokuma asks Toshi and John to look into the young man's disappearance. Their investigation takes them into the murky underworld of the Japanese mob, and eventually leads them undercover to the temple of the White Tiger, a place of spirituality, love and danger. Learning the ways of the White Tiger opens John up to his psychic ability in unexpected ways, and brings the lovers closer than they ever thought possible. Through a series of unbelievably erotic encounters, John and Toshi learn the power of their love, and begin to believe that they can overcome anything, from Toshi's disapproving family to the mystery of the missing nephew. Can they find Yuzo before it's too late? Sedonia Guillone is the author of His Beautiful Samurai and My Hot Muse, stories that blend high eroticism with tender characters to create unique and powerful romances.
Excerpt:
Prologue
With his eyes still closed, Yuzo rolled over to snuggle against the warmth of his lover’s body. His arms met cool sheets and empty space.
He opened his eyes and threw back the covers. “What the—”
A hand clamped over his mouth. Iron strength gripped Yuzo from behind, pinning his arms to his body. Yuzo thrashed and twisted but the hand over his mouth had a cloth…smelled sharp. Must…get…away… Lead filled his body. So…hard…to move.
His eyelids shuttered and everything went black…
Agh… The pain in Yuzo’s head was blinding. No…he was blind! Something heavy pressed on his eyelids. He opened his mouth to yell but the same pressure filled his mouth. Seconds passed before he realized his tongue was resting against the fuzz of cloth. Blindfolded. Gagged. The reality slammed through the blackness.
Nande? What the hell was happening?
His heart began to race and sweat erupted on his skin, heating it and whatever he was lying on. He tried to shift his body, tried to get up. More restraints squeezed his wrists and ankles. Spread-eagled, bound, and…naked, except for what felt like a light sheet covering him. He was trussed up like a chicken for the slaughter. Kuso! Shit!
Think, Yuzo think. He heaved several breaths around the gag and forced himself to relax. After all, a calm mind in the midst of turmoil was what Kiku had been teaching him at the White Tiger, wasn’t it?
Kiku! He had to know by now that Yuzo was missing. He’d be searching for him. Just to wait and survive until then.
Yuzo listened for sounds. The occasional honk of a car horn punctuated the quiet. The low rumble of an airplane passing over. The air smelled like fish frying in oil.
Footsteps sounded from a small distance and he heard the click of a door being opened. He caught his breath, his body tensed like wires.
“Yuzo, I’m sorry.”
Yuzo’s blood froze. Was this possible? Was this fucking possible? He grunted and pulled against the bonds. Had his mouth been free he would have screamed.
“I had to do this, Yuzo. You need to learn not to talk.”
Chapter One
Tokuma knelt in seiza before a photograph of the man he’d loved. Seated on his heels, palms resting on his thighs, Tokuma raised his gaze to Musashi Genjin’s face. Tokuma’s heart still burned for Musashi, even though so many years had passed since they’d last lain in each other’s arms, since he’d last tasted Musashi’s kiss.
The photograph, taken in 1944 just before they’d gone into combat, showed Musashi at age twenty. He looked dashing, proud, and yet kind. His high cheekbones brought one’s gaze to his dark, soulful eyes. But it had been Musashi’s lips that Tokuma loved the most. Narrow yet full and soft, a shadow of beard around them.
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