Please help us welcome author Sedonia Guillone today, on the tour for the re-release of Flying Fish, book one in the Sword and Silk series.
She’s brought along an exclusive and steamy excerpt to share with you, so here you go. Enjoy!
About the Book
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Series: Sword and Silk
Length: 81 Pages
Category: Historical Worlds
Cover Artist: Reese Dante
Buy Links: DSP || Amazon || B&N || ARe || Kobo
Blurb: In eighteenth century Japan, during the golden age of samurai and of the Kabuki theater, young actors known as “flying fish” traveled 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 finding 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, especially some of the patrons. So when a handsome ronin comes upon him stealing some solitude for a bath in a hot spring and their encounter turns passionate, Genji’s surprised and delighted.
Daisuke Minamoto’s past fills his life with a bitterness that grips his soul and makes him dangerous. Yet passion takes him when he spies on a graceful young man bathing naked in a hot spring. He has always loved women, but he can’t deny the call of his heart.
After an afternoon of sexual bliss, his heart and soul are tormented and torn. 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. If he loves another, how will he go on and who will he become?
A Timeless Dreams title: While reaction to same-sex relationships throughout time and across cultures has not always been positive, these stories celebrate M/M love in a manner that may address, minimize, or ignore historical stigma.
First Edition published by Loose ID LLC, 2009.
Let’s face it. Reading M/M is largely about the PASSION so I thought it a good idea to give you a taste of what the love scenes are like in Flying Fish (and in the upcoming Sword and Silk novellas as well). This teaser is a tidbit from Genji and Daisuke’s first meeting, which becomes passionate quite quickly and sweeps them both up in a life changing encounter. I hope you will enjoy and want to read the whole story. Here goes:
Daisuke didn’t understand this fever sweeping him up for the young man in his arms. Even when he’d seen that the long-haired person he’d spied bathing was actually a man, the graceful arc of the man’s back as he’d dipped his hair into the water and the gleam of droplets down the pale, perfect skin had drawn him.
Then those eyes, those sweet, enchanting eyes. Their perfect almond shape and the vulnerable being who looked out from inside them made Daisuke want to give Genji his soul, right then and there. A wild raw power had swept through him, a force he’d experienced only once before when Umeno used to look at him.
Genji’s lips tasted sweet, like warm honey. His scent, a light musk mixed with the summer air, filled Daisuke’s senses, urging him to pull from the heat of their kiss to taste the man’s beardless cheeks and jaw, then the side of his throat. Genji panted softly with each drop of Daisuke’s lips on his skin. That skin, creamy and warm, drove Daisuke mad with need, as did the fevered clutch of Genji’s hands on his back muscles. Genji was obviously enjoying his passion, drinking it in, his head tilted back as if silently offering his flesh to the sacrifice of pleasure.
Their chests touched and Genji’s smooth skin rubbed Daisuke’s nipples. The fiery sensation made him groan. Though Genji’s chest was flat, not cushiony like a woman’s breasts, Daisuke felt absorbed into the same soft depths. Genji had a gentleness inside that showed in the dreamlike way his lips brushed Daisuke’s, the sweet velvet of his tongue, and whisper-like caress of his graceful hands.
Daisuke trailed his kisses downward, over the smooth skin of Genji’s chest. He tasted the slim man’s nipples, laving them passionately with his tongue, the way he’d once done with Umeno. She’d loved his attention to that part of her, and so did Genji. His dark nipples, large and round, shrank as Daisuke licked them. Genji also spread his legs wide, beckoning Daisuke to settle between them, as if an invisible cord connected the man’s groin to his chest in sensation.
Genji’s lithe body moved underneath his like a willow branch in the breeze, as if Genji wanted their naked skin to touch every inch possible. Genji locked his legs around Daisuke’s hips and rubbed against him. The sensation of their cocks together sent a shivery jolt through Daisuke’s body as much from the shock of newness as from the eroticism. Daisuke knew many samurai took male lovers and enjoyed the feel of another man’s musuko. Some even took them into their mouths and played the jade flute as so many geishas did with their male customers or wives for their husbands.
Daisuke had never entertained such desire for a man, which was why his present driving need stunned him as much as it made his soul float. Perhaps it was only this young man, so beautiful and kind, making him feel for the first time in so very long as if he weren’t alone in the world. Genji had barely said three words to him, yet Daisuke felt a connection. Perhaps this passion he showered on the stunning creature was merely gratitude for the crumbs of company. He didn’t know, and yet it made his cock hard and jutting, poking with great want between Genji’s ass cheeks, seeking to sink even deeper into the younger man’s depths.
All the best,