Welcome Sedonia Guillone
A big welcome to Sedonia Guillone as part of her blog tour with Eyes on Books for her new release Danny's Dragon.
After years of writing erotic romances (eight, to be exact), the time has come to realize that a large part of my expression as a writer comes through yaoi-inspired fiction. I have struggled with that since I got hooked on writing M/M back in 2006 beginning with Danny's Dragon.
That discover unleashed an inner writing revolution in me. Stories poured out right and left, including my beloved White Tiger series beginning with Men of Tokyo: Sudden Bliss (Ai Press). However, at the same time, the corner of me that lurks in most writers, the one that wants their books to take the world by storm (a la Harry Potter or Bella and Edward), has struggled against the tendency toward more niche culture fiction simply because the audience reached is so much smaller.
However, after time passed and the driving need to write the way I write continued, I have heard from readers whose lives have been touched by my stories. Are those people any less important than the masses who will never know my stories exist. Certainly not! They are ultra-important and I have come to my senses, realizing that if you touch even one life, if one person feels uplifted or has gotten through the day because something they read from you helped them, then that is priceless and I wouldn't have it otherwise.
Of course, I still get pangs for authorial fame and fortune now and again, especially when I go onto Amazon and there is posted yet another story of wild fame and success from someone who was previously waiting tables or struggling with the bills and now has bought their family a seven-room mansion with their royalty checks. lol. But the power of having touched someone else's life in a positive way, of having uplifted someone's spirit always wins out over empty desires and I am a happier, more fulfilled person for it. I love being able to write stories that are true to my heart and incorporate the lessons I have learned about love - one of the most powerful being that, in spite of the maxim about it being better to give than to receive, that actually, being able to accept love is one of the most powerful forms of giving it.
I hope to be able to convey that message on a larger scale through my writing. But NOT because I'm hungry for fame and wealth, but because there is a message that can reach a love-starved world, a world full of terrorism, hunger, endless suffering. If there is any way what I have learned can be passed on to help others on a more widespread level, I hope to be able to do that. And a good start is where I am, with the people whom I already do reach. I am so, so grateful to them for reading my work and letting me know when they have enjoyed it. (And for the ones who have criticism, I learn how I can improve it). Thank you!
Title: Danny’s Dragon
Author: Sedonia Guillone
Genre: Gay romance, contemporary
Length: Novel
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
Synopsis
A rugged, muscular cop.
A sexy computer genius.
Secret desires.
Brought together by a crime committed on a cold dark night.
From the moment they meet, their lives can never be the same again…
Wild and rugged Dave Pearce is haunted by the demons of his past. He’s done his best to make a life for himself after the devastation of his lover’s suicide years earlier, but the trauma has left its mark on his soul.
Danny Wong is what Dave considers a “nerdy Bruce Lee.” Handsome, refined, out of his league.
But that doesn’t matter.
Dave believes himself to be dangerous for any man who would love him. So he stays back in the shadows, letting the desire he harbors for the hot grad student remain unrequited.
Danny has demons of his own. Duty-bound to his family’s goals for him, he remains shy and closeted, contenting himself with his secret fantasies about the sexy Irish cop who patrols the campus building where Danny does his graduate work.
Until one freezing winter night…
Leaving the building, fate steps in and their paths cross in a new…deeper way. Neither man can turn back. Danny and Dave must face the demons rearing their heads with full force, or lose their chance at an epic love…
Book trailer
Buy Links
WIP: http://www.waywardinkpublishing.com/product/dannys-dragon-by-sedonia-guillone/
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B011S2O2ES/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B011S2O2ES/
Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B011S2O2ES/
Amazon DE: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B011S2O2ES/
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-danny039sdragon-1851792-149.html
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dannys-dragon-sedonia-guillone/1017487993
Giveaway
Prizes: $20 WIP Gift Card; ebook copy of Danny’s Dragon
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Excerpt
Excerpt
Danny moved closer and reached up, smoothing one hand over the shoulder nearer to him. Dave’s freckled skin was warm and taut over the hard muscle. He slid his touch from Dave’s shoulder, down to his chest, gently splaying his hand over one side. Dave’s heartbeat pounded under his hand, and Dave was watching him, his eyes half-closed, his breath husky. Danny had the sense he was holding himself back, letting Danny explore.
“Danny, would you take your shirt off? I really want to see you.”
He nodded. “Of course.” Sitting back, he tugged off his black sweater and unbuttoned his shirt. Dave’s hungry gaze rested on him, making his cheeks burn hotter with each button he undid. He pulled his shirt back, down his shoulders and arms, praying Dave didn’t see the skinny nerd he’d always seen in the mirror.
Dave’s eyes went even duskier. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath. He reached out and smoothed one large, callused hand across Danny’s chest, his fingertips tracing the etchings of his muscles.
Danny exhaled, his skin practically quivering from the pleasure of Dave’s touch. The pads of Dave’s fingertips smoothed over his nipples, which tightened in response. Flames of erotic heat licked up his body, through his thighs and groin. His erection, long past fully hard, strained against his jeans.
“Danny, you’re fucking hot.”
Heat bloomed in Danny’s cheeks. “Thank you.”
Dave moved lower, down Danny’s stomach, dipping his fingertips below the waistband. Danny felt Dave’s desire to please him, his role as the pleasure-giver taking over. As much as he wanted Dave to touch him, he wanted more for the other man to know he didn’t need to service him to be liked.
Lightly he grasped Dave’s wrist, staying his hand. “Not yet,” he told him gently.
Dave’s eyebrows rose, a hint of alarm in his expression. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, of course not. I just haven’t finished your massage.”
The apprehension drained from his eyes and Dave grinned. “Okay. I must say I was enjoying that immensely.”
“I’m glad.” Danny lifted Dave’s hand to his face and pressed his lips into the flesh of the palm. He held it there for a lingering moment before releasing him. Rising on his knees, he maneuvered himself so he was kneeling on the bed behind Dave. His breath caught. “Wow.”
Dave looked at him over his shoulder. “My tattoo.” He sounded sheepish. “The folly of my youth.” His voice strained as if there were painful memories behind the work of art.
Danny stared at the enormous dragon covering the upper portion of Dave’s broad back. The creature was fierce-looking, with clawed wings outstretched, the tail winding down Dave’s spine, past the waistband of his jeans. A myriad of colors made up the body and wings of the dragon, artfully shaded, obviously the work of a highly skilled artist. “It’s beautiful, actually,” he said softly. Gingerly, he traced the lines and shadings, enjoying the feel of Dave’s warm skin and hard muscles under his fingers.
Dave turned back around. He heaved a sigh. “I’m glad you’re not repelled.”
“Absolutely not.”
“I was very young when I got it. Twenty, to be exact. My first partner, John... he was into all kinds of astrology. He told me I was born in the Year of the Dragon, you know, in the Chinese zodiac.”
“Yes I know.”
“I did it for him.” Dave’s voice was unmistakably sad. Apparently things had gone terribly wrong with this person.
“It sounds like he was very important to you.”
Dave nodded. “He was. He was. He died.”
Danny stopped tracing the tattoo, feeling Dave’s emotional pain practically emanate through his skin. He concentrated instead on massaging Dave’s shoulders, kneading the tense muscles. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to pry.”
“You didn’t, Danny.” Dave’s muscles relaxed under his ministrations. “Damn, you’re good at this. Is there anything you can’t do?”
Danny smiled. He moved his massaging motions down Dave’s arms, kneading his biceps. “I can’t cook to save my life, in spite of the fact my parents ran a restaurant for years.”
Dave chuckled, but then Danny sensed him grow serious. “That’s something I’m okay at. You don’t need to cook. I’ll do it for you.”
Something in Dave’s tone made Danny go still, his hands resting on Dave’s muscular arms. It was as if an invisible cord had bound them together in that simple statement. Like yin and yang finding their place together. He resumed his gentle massage, moving his hands back to Dave’s shoulders and onto his back. “I’d like that.”
Dave’s body was more pliant under his hands now. He was obviously enjoying the massage very much. “So would I.”
Danny rubbed Dave’s back in small circles, easing the tension out of the muscles along his spine. Finally, when Dave’s entire torso was more relaxed, Danny rested his hands on Dave’s shoulders.
About the author
Award-winning, multi-published author of erotic romance, SEDONIA GUILLONE spends her days writing deliciously naughty romances-when she’s not cuddling with the man she loves or watching kung fu and samurai films and eating chocolate.
Sedonia welcomes comments from readers.
Sedonia Guillone can be found at:
Website: www.sedoniaguillone.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sedonia.guillone?fref=ts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/SedoniaGuillone
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sedoniag/
After years of writing erotic romances (eight, to be exact), the time has come to realize that a large part of my expression as a writer comes through yaoi-inspired fiction. I have struggled with that since I got hooked on writing M/M back in 2006 beginning with Danny's Dragon.
That discover unleashed an inner writing revolution in me. Stories poured out right and left, including my beloved White Tiger series beginning with Men of Tokyo: Sudden Bliss (Ai Press). However, at the same time, the corner of me that lurks in most writers, the one that wants their books to take the world by storm (a la Harry Potter or Bella and Edward), has struggled against the tendency toward more niche culture fiction simply because the audience reached is so much smaller.
However, after time passed and the driving need to write the way I write continued, I have heard from readers whose lives have been touched by my stories. Are those people any less important than the masses who will never know my stories exist. Certainly not! They are ultra-important and I have come to my senses, realizing that if you touch even one life, if one person feels uplifted or has gotten through the day because something they read from you helped them, then that is priceless and I wouldn't have it otherwise.
Of course, I still get pangs for authorial fame and fortune now and again, especially when I go onto Amazon and there is posted yet another story of wild fame and success from someone who was previously waiting tables or struggling with the bills and now has bought their family a seven-room mansion with their royalty checks. lol. But the power of having touched someone else's life in a positive way, of having uplifted someone's spirit always wins out over empty desires and I am a happier, more fulfilled person for it. I love being able to write stories that are true to my heart and incorporate the lessons I have learned about love - one of the most powerful being that, in spite of the maxim about it being better to give than to receive, that actually, being able to accept love is one of the most powerful forms of giving it.
I hope to be able to convey that message on a larger scale through my writing. But NOT because I'm hungry for fame and wealth, but because there is a message that can reach a love-starved world, a world full of terrorism, hunger, endless suffering. If there is any way what I have learned can be passed on to help others on a more widespread level, I hope to be able to do that. And a good start is where I am, with the people whom I already do reach. I am so, so grateful to them for reading my work and letting me know when they have enjoyed it. (And for the ones who have criticism, I learn how I can improve it). Thank you!
Title: Danny’s Dragon
Author: Sedonia Guillone
Genre: Gay romance, contemporary
Length: Novel
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
Synopsis
A rugged, muscular cop.
A sexy computer genius.
Secret desires.
Brought together by a crime committed on a cold dark night.
From the moment they meet, their lives can never be the same again…
Wild and rugged Dave Pearce is haunted by the demons of his past. He’s done his best to make a life for himself after the devastation of his lover’s suicide years earlier, but the trauma has left its mark on his soul.
Danny Wong is what Dave considers a “nerdy Bruce Lee.” Handsome, refined, out of his league.
But that doesn’t matter.
Dave believes himself to be dangerous for any man who would love him. So he stays back in the shadows, letting the desire he harbors for the hot grad student remain unrequited.
Danny has demons of his own. Duty-bound to his family’s goals for him, he remains shy and closeted, contenting himself with his secret fantasies about the sexy Irish cop who patrols the campus building where Danny does his graduate work.
Until one freezing winter night…
Leaving the building, fate steps in and their paths cross in a new…deeper way. Neither man can turn back. Danny and Dave must face the demons rearing their heads with full force, or lose their chance at an epic love…
Book trailer
Click to viewBuy Links
WIP: http://www.waywardinkpublishing.com/product/dannys-dragon-by-sedonia-guillone/
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B011S2O2ES/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B011S2O2ES/
Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B011S2O2ES/
Amazon DE: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B011S2O2ES/
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-danny039sdragon-1851792-149.html
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dannys-dragon-sedonia-guillone/1017487993
Giveaway
Prizes: $20 WIP Gift Card; ebook copy of Danny’s Dragon
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Excerpt
Excerpt
Danny moved closer and reached up, smoothing one hand over the shoulder nearer to him. Dave’s freckled skin was warm and taut over the hard muscle. He slid his touch from Dave’s shoulder, down to his chest, gently splaying his hand over one side. Dave’s heartbeat pounded under his hand, and Dave was watching him, his eyes half-closed, his breath husky. Danny had the sense he was holding himself back, letting Danny explore.
“Danny, would you take your shirt off? I really want to see you.”
He nodded. “Of course.” Sitting back, he tugged off his black sweater and unbuttoned his shirt. Dave’s hungry gaze rested on him, making his cheeks burn hotter with each button he undid. He pulled his shirt back, down his shoulders and arms, praying Dave didn’t see the skinny nerd he’d always seen in the mirror.
Dave’s eyes went even duskier. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath. He reached out and smoothed one large, callused hand across Danny’s chest, his fingertips tracing the etchings of his muscles.
Danny exhaled, his skin practically quivering from the pleasure of Dave’s touch. The pads of Dave’s fingertips smoothed over his nipples, which tightened in response. Flames of erotic heat licked up his body, through his thighs and groin. His erection, long past fully hard, strained against his jeans.
“Danny, you’re fucking hot.”
Heat bloomed in Danny’s cheeks. “Thank you.”
Dave moved lower, down Danny’s stomach, dipping his fingertips below the waistband. Danny felt Dave’s desire to please him, his role as the pleasure-giver taking over. As much as he wanted Dave to touch him, he wanted more for the other man to know he didn’t need to service him to be liked.
Lightly he grasped Dave’s wrist, staying his hand. “Not yet,” he told him gently.
Dave’s eyebrows rose, a hint of alarm in his expression. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, of course not. I just haven’t finished your massage.”
The apprehension drained from his eyes and Dave grinned. “Okay. I must say I was enjoying that immensely.”
“I’m glad.” Danny lifted Dave’s hand to his face and pressed his lips into the flesh of the palm. He held it there for a lingering moment before releasing him. Rising on his knees, he maneuvered himself so he was kneeling on the bed behind Dave. His breath caught. “Wow.”
Dave looked at him over his shoulder. “My tattoo.” He sounded sheepish. “The folly of my youth.” His voice strained as if there were painful memories behind the work of art.
Danny stared at the enormous dragon covering the upper portion of Dave’s broad back. The creature was fierce-looking, with clawed wings outstretched, the tail winding down Dave’s spine, past the waistband of his jeans. A myriad of colors made up the body and wings of the dragon, artfully shaded, obviously the work of a highly skilled artist. “It’s beautiful, actually,” he said softly. Gingerly, he traced the lines and shadings, enjoying the feel of Dave’s warm skin and hard muscles under his fingers.
Dave turned back around. He heaved a sigh. “I’m glad you’re not repelled.”
“Absolutely not.”
“I was very young when I got it. Twenty, to be exact. My first partner, John... he was into all kinds of astrology. He told me I was born in the Year of the Dragon, you know, in the Chinese zodiac.”
“Yes I know.”
“I did it for him.” Dave’s voice was unmistakably sad. Apparently things had gone terribly wrong with this person.
“It sounds like he was very important to you.”
Dave nodded. “He was. He was. He died.”
Danny stopped tracing the tattoo, feeling Dave’s emotional pain practically emanate through his skin. He concentrated instead on massaging Dave’s shoulders, kneading the tense muscles. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to pry.”
“You didn’t, Danny.” Dave’s muscles relaxed under his ministrations. “Damn, you’re good at this. Is there anything you can’t do?”
Danny smiled. He moved his massaging motions down Dave’s arms, kneading his biceps. “I can’t cook to save my life, in spite of the fact my parents ran a restaurant for years.”
Dave chuckled, but then Danny sensed him grow serious. “That’s something I’m okay at. You don’t need to cook. I’ll do it for you.”
Something in Dave’s tone made Danny go still, his hands resting on Dave’s muscular arms. It was as if an invisible cord had bound them together in that simple statement. Like yin and yang finding their place together. He resumed his gentle massage, moving his hands back to Dave’s shoulders and onto his back. “I’d like that.”
Dave’s body was more pliant under his hands now. He was obviously enjoying the massage very much. “So would I.”
Danny rubbed Dave’s back in small circles, easing the tension out of the muscles along his spine. Finally, when Dave’s entire torso was more relaxed, Danny rested his hands on Dave’s shoulders.
About the author
Award-winning, multi-published author of erotic romance, SEDONIA GUILLONE spends her days writing deliciously naughty romances-when she’s not cuddling with the man she loves or watching kung fu and samurai films and eating chocolate.
Sedonia welcomes comments from readers.
Sedonia Guillone can be found at:
Website: www.sedoniaguillone.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sedonia.guillone?fref=ts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/SedoniaGuillone
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sedoniag/