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  • Bold Desire – Excerpts

    Chapter One

    Niran Shin
    Niran Shin was only fifteen when his world shattered.

    His father’s death hit like a storm, sudden and ruthless, tearing away the ground beneath his feet. The mourners offered empty condolences, muttering, “It happens,” as though losing a father was just another inconvenience.

    Niran refused to swallow their hollow words. The sadness that lodged itself in his chest refused to be tempered. Instead, it morphed into something darker, more volatile—a burning ambition laced with the bitter taste of revenge.

    This fire that ignited within him could not be extinguished.

    Niran embraced it, allowing the flames to consume every part of him until they left no room for anything else. Revenge became his only guiding star, a beacon he followed with unwavering resolve. His father had been taken from him, and Niran was determined to make the world answer for that loss.

    Dragon Shin was no saint. To the outside world, he was a feared gang boss—a man whose name was spoken in hushed whispers and whose hands were stained with the blood of countless sins. The world saw him as a violent criminal, a dirty gangster who deserved nothing more than the cold ground that now cradled his body.

    But to Niran, Dragon was more than the violent legend; he was his father, and that unbreakable bond demanded justice.

    Dragon’s life was a tale of survival. Born in the grimy depths of Camfield City, in the Kingdom of Aeras, he had clawed his way up from nothing. His mother, a sex worker, had no means to give him a future, so Dragon carved one out of the only thing he knew—violence.

    By fourteen, he had risen to the top of the thieving gang he joined, leading the street urchins who once mocked his ambition. His hunger for power grew alongside the number of mouths he fed, and by twenty-five, Dragon had a firm grip on Camfield’s vibrant black market. He ran a gang known as Shino and commanded respect through fear, and even the police, despite their disdain, were forced to disregard his operations.

    Wealth followed power, and with it came enemies. But Dragon, ever the fighter, met every threat with unmatched brutality. He became a figure of nightmares, a man no one dared to cross.

    Then, in a twist of fate, Dragon met a woman who would become his anchor. Stacy, an orphan who had known the same harsh streets, was everything Dragon was not—gentle, kind, and a beacon of calm in his stormy life. He fell in love with her quiet strength and married her to protect the life they created together.

    For Stacy, Dragon built a sanctuary, a sprawling twenty-acre estate in the serene hills of Camfield, far removed from the chaos of his world. Their marriage was a small, intimate affair, attended only by the most trusted members of Shino.

    In this sanctuary, the happy couple found a semblance of happiness that Dragon fiercely guarded from the darkness that clung to him.

    When Stacy bore him a son, Niran, Dragon’s love for his family became an obsession. He taught Niran everything—navigating their lives duality and understanding their world’s beauty and horror. Dragon drilled into Niran the importance of power and the need to protect those you love, even if it meant wielding an iron will.

    Stacy watched with quiet sorrow as Dragon molded their son into a reflection of himself, knowing that her husband’s legacy was both a blessing and a curse.

    The summer Niran turned fifteen, Dragon decided to take his family on a luxury cruise. They sailed along the Riviera, stopping at picturesque coastal towns, where Stacy and Niran would explore and indulge in simple pleasures. But Dragon, always the vigilant boss, stayed behind on the yacht, conducting his affairs from the safety of his floating fortress.

    Everything unraveled on a sunlit Sunday. Stacy and Niran had spent the day in Barcelona; their hearts light with the joy of discovery. But that joy turned to ice when they returned to the yacht to find Dragon and his entire security detail slaughtered.

    Stacy tried to shield Niran from the carnage, but the boy was too fast, too desperate to see for himself. He ran through the yacht, his breath catching in his throat, until he found his father’s lifeless body floating in the pool on the top deck. The scream that tore from Niran’s throat was one of pure anguish, the sound of a soul being ripped apart.

    The funeral was a blur of faces and whispers.

    Niran barely registered the pitying glances, the greedy looks of those who saw his father’s death as an opportunity. They spoke of Dragon with disdain, as though his death was deserved, as though his life had meant nothing. But to Niran, those words were knives in his heart. His father had been a giant, and now that giant was gone, leaving a void that threatened to swallow him whole.

    Stacy, broken by grief and the weight of Dragon’s legacy, crumbled under the pressure. She tried to protect what remained of their lives, but the enemies that circled them were relentless.

    Niran watched helplessly as trusted allies turned their backs, as the vultures closed in to pick apart the remains of his father’s empire. But Niran was not his mother. He would not bend or break.

    At seventeen, he sought out his father’s most loyal men, those who had risen from the dirt alongside Dragon. He made promises, deals that he knew would bind them to him, and he waited. He waited for the day he would take back what was rightfully his.

    On his eighteenth birthday, just after midnight, Niran took control of his father’s estate. With the help of Jaran, Dragon’s most trusted lawyer, Niran secured their family home and embarked on a path of vengeance that would leave no stone unturned.

    Niran began by dismantling the life of Mayor Christos, the corrupt official who had preyed on his mother’s vulnerability, forcing her to give up a considerable amount of Dragon’s wealth in the form of corrupt charges of unpaid taxes.

    Niran exposed Christos’s misdeeds to the public, ensuring his swift downfall. But that was only the beginning. Niran turned his attention to those who had betrayed his father, systematically destroying their businesses, reducing their lives to rubble without spilling a single drop of blood.

    The fear of Niran’s wrath spread like wildfire through the ranks of the Shino Gang. In their desperation to save themselves, the disloyal members turned on each other, igniting a bloody gang war that ravaged Camfield City for a year and a half. The police, powerless to stop the violence, could only watch as the streets ran red with the consequences of corruption.

    In the aftermath of the carnage, Niran emerged as the undisputed leader of what remained of his father’s empire. But he did not seek to rebuild the Shino Gang.

    Instead, he dismantled the gang’s strongholds brick by brick until nothing was left. Then, with Jaran’s guidance, Niran transformed the remnants of Dragon’s legacy into a legitimate business empire.

    Niran founded Keta Group, turning his father’s fifteen remaining clubs into thriving enterprises. He used the profits to expand his business into owning hotels, residential real estate, and selling construction materials, slowly building up a flourishing empire of his own.

    Despite his success, Niran’s heart remained cold, his soul scarred by the loss of his father. He ruled Keta Group with an iron fist, his gaze always focused on the goal that had driven him since he was a boy—protecting what was his, no matter the cost.

    Niran had no room for love, not even when a scheming woman drugged him, seduced him, and bore him a son. He took in the child but cast the woman aside without a second thought.

    His fifteen-year-old son, Doryu, grew up in the shadow of a father as distant as he was formidable, believing that Niran was more dragon than man.

    As the years passed, Niran became a man shaped by fire and loss, a force to be reckoned with in Camfield City.

    At thirty-seven, Niran regained his father’s wealth, protected his mother, son, and family home with an iron will, and built a business empire that even the most powerful dared not challenge.

    However, beneath the surface, the flames of his revenge still burned, refusing to be extinguished until the day he could finally lay his father’s ghost to rest. Niran Shin still hoped to solve his father’s murder. His search for the truth continued, even as he had cleaned up his father’s old gang. He still wanted to know who murdered Dragon Shin.

    Who had taken the initiative to slay a dragon in his lair?

    This question kept Niran awake most nights.

    The investigator in charge of the murder case lost hope after five years went by with no new clues.

    Niran worked at keeping his hope burning. He managed all the evidence of his father’s case with utmost care through his family lawyer, Jaran Wilde.

    Jaran managed the investigation and updated any new findings as they were discovered.

    Twenty-two years was a long time to wait for an answer, but Niran did not grow tired. He continued to hope that he would meet the villain who set his life on such a tailspin.


    On a sunny Tuesday morning in May, Niran made a rare morning visit to the exclusive club he owned in Camfield’s most affluent neighborhood.

    Komorebi was his pride and joy.

    Niran conducted his discrete projects within Komorebi’s walls, ensuring the club was as private as possible.

    The club’s members, a mix of aristocrats and business moguls, were carefully chosen from the elite across the Kingdom of Aeras, and they often provided unprecedented entertainment and infinite use.

    Everything within Komorebi was useful to Niran Shin, who genuinely enjoyed spending time in the club.

    Sitting in a private dining room, Niran enjoyed a late breakfast and leisurely sipped coffee when his business managers walked in.

    “Morning, Niran,” Tyler Parker said, leading the way to the dining table for six.

    Niran invited them to join him with his left hand.

    “It’s rare to meet here on a Tuesday,” Rune Samran said as he sat at the table and accepted the menu from the butler. “May I ask what the occasion is?”

    “Jaran called,” Niran said, sitting back to look out the windows.

    The backyard was free of guests today. The green grass shone in the bright spring atmosphere, the landscape cascading in a sea of green and trimmed bushes to a distant forest. The grounds were often used for scenic grand occasions.

    Komorebi’s grounds were a secret, sought-after venue for elite weddings. The grand occasions brought in good money, but Niran was grateful for the peace on a Tuesday morning.

    A knock on the door came, and Niran gave up the scenery in time to see Jaran Wilde walk into the dining room, followed by his son, Dylan.

    Jaran was turning seventy-five in three months, and he wanted his son to take over the private law firm he had grown through the years.

    Niran took in Jaran’s white hair and wondered if his father would have the same shade if he had lived long enough.

    “Niran, sorry we are late,” Jaran said, pausing to shake hands with Rune and Tyler before he came around the table to Niran. “We stopped to collect the necessary documents from the committee at Camfield City Hall.”

    Niran pushed his chair back and stood.

    Jaran was the only man Niran ever made concessions for. The man was old enough to be his father and had guided Niran often as a father would.

    Niran pulled out a chair to his right for Jaran and only sat when the older man settled.

    “Dylan,” Niran said, acknowledging Jaran’s son, as he pushed his empty coffee to the side, ready for the meeting.

    “Mr. Shin,” Dylan said, sitting next to his father.

    The butler was already coordinating meals for Niran’s guests. His staff moved silently around the dining table, pouring coffee and bringing plates of hot food and water for Jaran.

    “What documents?” Tyler asked as he stirred sugar into his coffee.

    “The Camfield Project approval and bidding guidelines,” Jaran said, making Tyler and Rune shout happily.

    “That’s good news,” Niran smiled. “I’m glad the mayor’s committee has finally approved the project.”

    The Camfield Project was a proposal to build an Olympic-sized stadium with a shopping mall in the city of Camfield. The stadium would encourage commerce in the region, as the town was already a significant business hub for the Kingdom of Aeras.

    “Unfortunately, the project is a political development,” Jaran said, folding his arms against his chest, as Dylan distributed the folders to Niran, Tyler, and Rune.

    Niran placed his folder to the side. He would read it with care when he got home.

    “There will be a massive backlash if things go wrong,” Jaran said. “The most important part of building this project is sourcing the materials used for construction. Each item needs to be authentic and sourced fairly and without dispute. Otherwise, controversies will ruin progress.”

    “Keta Group has a strong construction background with our steel company,” Rune said. “We can source materials with minimal issues. With the company’s reputation, no one will dare to dispute—”

    “There is an obstacle,” Dylan said. “The Camfield Project Committee insists on a selective tendering process. They are targeting companies that have completed similar projects before. They have invited four companies to the tendering process.”

    “Fair enough,” Rune said, meeting Niran’s gaze. “It is true we have not completed such a major project before. However, we can attach Keta Steel to the winning bid. Who is on the list?”

    “Two foreign firms,” Jaran said. “One local to Camfield City, Rivenrose Construction, which the Millenrose family owns. The list finishes with Apico Industries. This is a recent addition. Apico is based in the minor city of Delbury. All four companies have one month to submit their bids.”

    “Why Apico? Delbury is not a large city. Why would the Camfield Project include them?” Tyler asked.

    “Apico is a construction and restoration company. They might have their headquarters in Delbury, but they competed and won the tender to complete the Capital Palace renovations three years ago,” Dylan said, reading from the tablet before him.

    “Apico Industries has an impressive list of architects and construction professionals. Their work is impeccable. Thanks to their work on the Capital Palace, the company is pulling in billions in sales worldwide. The man at the helm is Kaleo Rana,” Dylan said. “Mr. Rana is a structural engineer turned businessman.”

    “Interesting,” Rune said. “Do you have more information about him?”

    “His company profile shows a diversified portfolio. Apico is not his only company. He founded MinErrands at eighteen, the profits allowed him to enter the real estate industry. Mr. Rana started Apico Industries at twenty-two and has worked as Apico’s CEO for eight years. The company has propelled him into billionaire status. The company’s numbers are quite strong,” Dylan said, reaching for a glass of water to take a sip.

    “Kaleo Rana,” Niran murmured.

    The name sparked a sense of recognition, though he could not quite place the source. It was on the fringe of his memory.

    “We hope Millenrose wins the bid,” Rune said, pulling Niran’s attention away from the mystery.

    “Why?” Niran asked.

    “Rivenrose is a Camfield City company, which gives us easy access,” Rune said. “We know Brandon Millenrose. I believe he is a member of Komorebi.”

    “Hm.” Niran nodded.

    Rune was right.

    Club members would offer Keta Steel business, and business from the Camfield City Project would mean millions in contracts.

    Niran could not see any problem with the decision.

    “Still,” Niran said, meeting Jaran’s warning gaze. “Keep your ears on the ground. In case there is a problem. We don’t want to expose ourselves to trouble.”

    “Dylan,” Jaran said, looking at his son. “Work with Rune and Tyler as you navigate this deal. Whoever wins the bid should be able to provide a supply contract to Keta Steel.”

    “We’ll work on it,” Dylan said with a nod.

    Niran nodded in approval and listened as the four gentlemen worked through a few more decisions managing Keta Group businesses across the kingdom. When business ended, the breakfast meal concluded.

    “I need a few minutes alone,” Jaran told Niran.

    Tyler, Rune, and Dylan got up, pushing their chairs back.

    “Call me when you need me,” Niran told Tyler and Rune.

    They both nodded and headed out.

    “Dylan, stay,” Niran ordered when Jaran’s son started to leave, too. “If you’re taking over your father’s law firm, there is no need to keep this from you.”

    “Yes, Sir,” Dylan said, closing the door.

    The action was interrupted when a tall man with dark hair entered the dining room.

    Dylan glanced at Niran.

    “It’s okay,” Niran said as he smiled at his bodyguard. “Close the door, Rasul.”


    Kaleo Rana drank the expensive liquor the wait staff had delivered hours ago with relish. His brain filled with thoughts of his ex-boyfriend.

    “Ex-boyfriend,” Kaleo scoffed as he tipped the bottle and drank deep. “Dares to make me call him my ex.”

    He shook his head and looked around the beautiful suite of rooms at Komorebi. They were leased to Brandon Millenrose.

    Kaleo was here because he had come out to meet Brandon for the week. Only to discover that his so-called boyfriend was cheating on him with a legitimate fiancé.

    A beautiful brunette doctor whose family supported Brandon’s family in the corporate world. Their families had planned a wedding and wanted the cute couple to make babies for the next generation.

    Kaleo tipped the liquor bottle and drank deeper, hoping to drown the sting of betrayal crawling through his veins. He could not believe Brandon Millenrose had dared tell him to keep their relationship secret for the sake of his fiancé.

    Kaleo was to hide away their so-called relationship and stop coming to Komorebi and Camfield City.

    “Like a dirty secret,” Kaleo slurred, dropping the empty bottle.

    The loud crash on the marble floors felt satisfying. He wanted more of the sound, so he looked around the room and grinned when he saw a silver baseball bat tucked into the corner of the sitting area. Brandon liked playing and kept a bat for convenience.

    Kaleo crossed the room on bare feet, his shirt disheveled and stumbling from drinking too much. He took up the baseball bat and chuckled.

    The bastard waited to have sex with him last night and this morning before he broke off their relationship after a shared breakfast.

    Shaking his head at the disgust rising, he swung the baseball bat and hit a ceramic vase on a tall stool. The resulting crash made him giggle with satisfaction, so he turned to the glass coffee table closest to him and let his rage loose.


    Rasul closed the door and joined Niran, Jaran, and Dylan at the dining table. The butler and his staff had retreated. The dining room was secure.

    “Go ahead,” Niran said, meeting Jaran’s weary gaze. “What have you found?”

    “As you know, we have reconstructed your father’s last day down to the meals he ordered for his staff,” Jaran said. “While you were on land with your mother, he conducted numerous business meetings. Most people who talked to him have given us information on his business dealings.”

    “Yes,” Niran nodded, getting up to pace to the windows. “We have never had a problem finding out what he was selling or buying during those hours. I need to know which of these business associates decided to take my father’s life.”

    “Well,” Jaran said with a soft sigh. “One of our investigators may have uncovered a rivalry between Shin and an English business jackal. Someone who wanted control of the Camfield City docks to gain a foothold in the kingdom. Shin stood in the way.”

    “Who?” Niran asked, turning to look at Jaran. “Why would they need to fight my father when all they needed was to make a good offer, and he would have taken the deal?”

    “I’m handing you speculation,” Jaran said, shaking his head, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. This search had not been easy on him.

    “What makes you think there is a rival we don’t know?” Rasul asked, leaning his hands on the table as he studied Jaran.

    “Have you heard of Shawick?” Jaran asked

    “Shawick,” Dylan said, his tone thoughtful. “It is a new shipping company bringing in goods from the East.”

    “Yes,” Jaran said with a nod. “Shawick is an old company. They are new to the kingdom. The investigator claims they reached out to your father before he died. Dragon refused to partner with them because they were unknown. Your father did not want to deal with someone he could not control. Shawick is rumored to be owned by an Englishman named Gordon. Our investigator says there are rumors that Gordon is looking to enter Camfield city again.”

    “Oh?” Niran scoffed and folded his arms against his chest. “A rat is looking for a way into the city without my permission.”

    “Perhaps,” Jaran said. “Perhaps not, this is all speculation. Rumors are not as good as proof. Still, if Shawick did reach out to Shin and failed, then…it’s the first solid starting point we have had for a while.”

    The Camfield docks had long fallen into Niran’s control.

    Niran had built strong alliances with the shipping businesses at the docks, invested in some, and owned others. If someone wanted in, he would have heard about it.

    If he had not heard about it and it was happening anyway, this presented a delicious challenge. It was rare to face a challenge these days.

    “Focus all our resources on Shawick,” Niran said. “I want to know everything about them and Gordon. If something is hidden between Gordon and my father, I want to know what it is. Rasul, investigate why the docks have not reported a problem.”

    “Yes, boss,” Rasul said, pushing off the table, winking at a wary Dylan. He reached the door and stepped out but returned minutes later.

    “Oh, I forgot to mention. Boss, there is an issue on the second level.”

    “What kind of issue?” Niran asked with a frown.

    “One of the guests has taken a bat to the furniture. The butler is wondering what should be done,” Rasul said.

    Niran scoffed.

    “Who dares to damage my property?”


    Chapter 2

    Kaleo Rana

    When Kaleo Rana hired Liam Rivers eight years ago, Kaleo called him an administrator at Apico Industries.

    Liam always thought that being an administrator meant helping manage the largest construction company in Delbury. The job came with a substantial paycheck, more than enough to manage his life expenses and invest in a healthy nest egg for his retirement years.

    Liam especially loved the perks of being Apico’s Administrator. He got to travel with Kaleo, Kaleo Rana’s personal dresser managed his wardrobe, and he got exclusive soccer season box tickets to watch the Delbury City Eagles. The tickets were hard to come by, so Liam loved that he could get them because of his job.

    However.

    There were times when even his love for soccer and season box tickets could not win over how crazy his job description had gotten. One would think an administrator was meant to spend his time behind a desk at Apico Industries managing the company affairs.

    But no, that would be too easy a requirement.

    Apico had grown into a monstrosity in the minor city of Delbury. Much of this growth was thanks to the company’s CEO and largest shareholder, Kaleo Rana.

    Kaleo was both smart and unhinged. Crazy and sane at the same time. Though Kaleo hid his insanity quite well when he met clients, and investors, only his closest family knew he could turn crazy in a second.

    Liam shivered at the thought of Kaleo’s strange personality and sighed when his phone buzzed. He reached for it from his pocket and checked the message from Kaleo’s lawyer.

    We have a problem. Someone has placed two of the properties owned by Blue Dahlia on the market. Is your boss trying to liquidate the little company he uses to manage his family’s finances?’

    Liam frowned and glanced at the driver who was speeding along the busy streets of the Kingdom of Aeras’s second busiest city, Camfield.

    They were in search of Kaleo who had left his office at three in the afternoon yesterday. It was now almost ten in the morning and Kaleo had yet to resurface.

    Apico Industries was presenting an important business proposal in seventy-two hours. The proposal’s project manager needed Kaleo’s input and approhttps://leesuilanwrites.com/2024/12/07/bold-desires-excerpts/val but the boss was missing. When the boss was missing, it was Liam’s responsibility to find Kaleo and save the day.

    The only clue to Kaleo’s disappearance was his on and off relationship with a businessman in Camfield City. Kaleo’s security team insisted he should check out their lovers’ hideaway first before panicking.

    Liam hoped the security team was right and he would find Kaleo.

    Liam frowned as he reread the message from Kaleo’s lawyer again.

    “Who would dare to sell Blue Dahlia properties?” Liam asked, and dialed Kaleo’s lawyer.

    “You read my message.”

    “Are you saying someone has listed Blue Dahlia properties?” Liam asked.

    “Where are you?”

    “I can’t tell you, Yaya,” Liam said, glancing out the tinted windows of the black Mercedes.

    The driver was pulling up to a grand white building in an upscale neighborhood. The valet waiting at the entrance opened the car door for Liam and he got off, still on the phone.

    “When you find your boss, tell him the properties on sale service Dahlia’s finances,” Yaya said. “He will want to know.”

    “Damn it, must be about the divorce,” Liam said, as he entered the exclusive club only open to members. He paused at the lobby, his gaze on the receptionist waiting to receive him. “Kaleo has not authorized the sale of any properties owned by the little company. You manage this until I get back to you.”

    “Alright,” Yaya said. “Call me if you need help.”

    “I always do,” Liam said, and ended the call. He met the expectant receptionist’s gaze. “I’m here for Mr. Rana.”

    Liam retrieved his business card from his wallet and gave it to the receptionist. She moved around the receptionist desk made of fine wood and swiped his card over a scanner. He waited a moment, then the card machine beeped and the door behind the desk opened.

    “Welcome to Komorebi,” the receptionist said, handing Liam his card. “You’ll find Mr. Rana in his usual place.”

    “Thank you,” Liam said, breathing out in relief.

    He had taken the flight to Camfield after searching for Kaleo all over Delbury City. The security team seemed sure Kaleo would be here, but Liam had been unsure.

    Komorebi was an exclusive club owned by a powerful Camfield City businessman. Membership was by invite only. Kaleo had gained an invite through his on and off boyfriend, Brandon Millenrose. Their relationship was tedious and toxic.

    Liam could not define the reasons why Kaleo insisted on holding on to Brandon, but it was not his place to judge his boss. He could only manage the consequences of Kaleo’s encounters with Brandon.

    Liam put away his card and entered the exclusive world only accessible to the kingdom’s elite.

    The owner of Komorebi had a deep love for Baroque Italian design. Marble statues and expensive art lined the walls, making the first floor of the club feel like an old-world museum. Cozy armchairs arranged in discrete spots in the space invited guests to sit for a drink, relax, and take in the artwork and statues on the walls. Companions could have intimate conversations without disturbance. A more dedicated bar space was situated to the far left of the building.

    Liam crossed to the grand staircase.

    Brandon Millenrose had a suite of rooms on the second level of the club. He liked spending time with Kaleo away from prying eyes. They had somehow kept their relationship private and out of the press. The only people who knew about Kaleo and Brandon were Liam and Kaleo’s security team boss.

    Liam doubted anyone on Brandon’s side knew about Kaleo. The bastard kept the relationship too secret, leaning on Kaleo to handle the secrecy.

    Liam rushed up the stairs with a sigh and found the door to the private suite easy enough.

    The door was slightly ajar.

    Liam paused, nervous about interrupting Kaleo’s time with Brandon. But then, he heard a harsh sob and the sound of glass breaking.

    Liam pushed the door open, his eyes widening with alarm. He stopped and stared in shock as Kaleo held a metallic baseball bat, swinging it over a glass shelf in the furthest corner of the suite.

    Kaleo hit the glass shelf multiple times with all the force he could muster.

    Kaleo’s five feet nine inches height shook with each swing. He looked disheveled. His white shirt unbuttoned, and his dark trousers had no belt. His dark hair was wet with sweat, and his cheeks were stained red.

    Liam started to step into the room when he noticed that Kaleo wore no shoes and there was glass debris all around him.

    “Don’t interrupt him.” An amused male voice stopped him.

    Liam turned to his right and frowned when he saw the tall man leaning on the wall right by the door. He wore a neat, tailored dark suit, his arms crossed against his chest as he watched Kaleo. His dark shoulder-length hair was combed back, away from his face, revealing an intense expression. His features sharp and well-defined, in a harsh masculine beauty.

    Liam’s frown deepened when the tall man glanced at him for a split second, and worry slammed into him at the intensity of blue eyes.

    “What is your name?”

    “Liam.”

    “Who are you to him?”

    “His business administrator,” Liam said, handing over his business card. “If you have any grievances against my boss, I’ll manage it. I promise he won’t mind fixing the damage.”

    The stranger studied his card with a small smile, then smiled wide.

    “Apico Industries?”

    Liam felt a trace of worry race down his spine.

    “Yes,” Liam said, taking back his card when the other man handed it back. “I hope we are still guaranteed privacy—”

    “Oh, yes. Komorebi guards all its patrons’ secrets.”

    Liam fought back his frustration as he realized the stranger had not introduced himself and had no intention to. Komorebi’s privacy policy was useful, but it was also very frustrating.

    “Your boss has impressed me. This is the first time someone has dared damage my property without a second thought and no sense of remorse.”

    “We are willing to compensate for the damage,” Liam said, his gaze straying to Kaleo who was now tiring himself as he smashed the last of the glass shelf.

    Kaleo’s bad habits were frightening. Frustration triggered the worst of it. Kaleo could break down a glass house in a fit of anger, if allowed.

    The first time Liam found him raging with a baseball bat, he had been in shock. Kaleo had broken several pieces of furniture with a baseball bat in his office until they turned into splintered wood.

    Liam often worried his boss would one day lose his mind and hit him with the baseball bat. He shuddered at the thought. Well, he had yet to find Kaleo beating up on someone, so he could judge himself as relatively safe. He could not speak for the furniture though.

    Liam bit back a sigh.

    It looked like Kaleo’s temper was about to get them banned from entering Komorebi.


    Niran smiled as he watched Kaleo Rana descend into unadulterated rage. He was beautiful to watch. Describing him did not do Kaleo justice—slim build, average height, black hair. But the way he swung the baseball bat in his hands, with the force of Thor taking down a forest, the rage inside him burbling hard and threatening to explode his body into tiny bits. It was like he was the strongest man in the world, and the most vulnerable.

    Niran wanted to walk over and pull him into his arms, soothe the rage with a deep kiss that would set them both on fire. He grinned at the thought and tightened his arms against his chest, unwilling to stop Kaleo until the fury burned out.


    Kaleo broke the glass shelf to pieces, exhausting all his energy and the anger boiling inside him. The pain was challenging to digest. No matter the form, it reeked of discomfort.

    Heartbreak and breakups were the most inane, self-inflicted types of pain in existence. It should be easy to avoid them, but…

    Kaleo lifted the silver baseball bat he held and smashed the last glass shelves with delight. The glass cracked and crunched, and he nodded with satisfaction. He broke the pieces on the floor with more force, using up strength and a fraction of his anger and annoyance.

    He still could not believe his newly minted ex-boyfriend had dared to cheat on him. He was the undisputed prince of casual dating, and an idiot had dared walk into his world and decided to cheat on him.

    “Fuck!” Kaleo threw the silver baseball bat on the ground and dug his fingers into his sweat-slicked hair. He stepped back and missed stepping on a shard of glass by an inch.

    A worried gasp filled the room, but he paid it no mind.

    Instead, Kaleo looked around at the distraction he had caused, and a sense of satisfaction filled him, erasing the hole Brandon Millenrose left inside him when he walked out earlier. He had no idea what he expected dating Millenrose, but heartbreak was not on his menu.

    Shaking his head, he took in the chaos of broken glass and let it soothe a small part of his anger.

    Taking a deep breath, Kaleo let it out and glanced toward the door.

    Kaleo paused when he saw the tall man in a neat dark suit leaning on the wall, arms crossed against his chest. He looked older, maybe at the tail-end of his thirties. The beard on his chiseled jaw was dusted with some gray. His gaze was thrilling, so intense and handsome, Kaleo stared.

    Damn, it is illegal to look that sexy, Daddy. So dangerous. Making me wish I could kiss you to forget fucking Brandon is so unfair right now.

    Kaleo met intense blue eyes and his heart squeezed tight in his chest.

    “What?”

    “You’ve ruined my shelves.”

    “Did I?” Kaleo stared at the broken glass around him and nodded in agreement. “I have. Sorry. I’ll replace them.”

    “Is that all you have to say?”

    “What else?” Kaleo asked and started to turn.

    “Stop.”

    The order came out in a deep, forbidding voice.

    Kaleo stopped. It was difficult to ignore the authority in the one word.

    Kaleo frowned. He liked the bossy tone that Sexy Daddy used. Glancing at the stranger, Kaleo placed his hands at his waist and smiled.

    “You like ordering people around, don’t you?” Kaleo asked, frowning when the stranger’s figure wavered.

    He cursed under his breath and blinked, shaking his head to clear his vision.

    “I may have drunk more than I planned,” Kaleo murmured. “The bourbon was delicious. This place always has the best liquor.”

    The stranger pushed off the wall, and the move was so seamless that it reminded Kaleo of a hunting jaguar. A trace of unease raced down his spine, and he started to step forward. He brought his right foot down on a piece of glass, but powerful arms lifted him before the shard could cut his foot.

    Kaleo sighed and closed his eyes as the motion made him dizzy.

    “You’re too dangerous,” Kaleo murmured as the stranger carried him to a comfortable couch on the opposite side of the room.

    “You’re unhinged,” the stranger said as he arranged a pillow under Kaleo’s head. “Your temper has caught my attention. I don’t know whether you’ll be happy about it.”

    Kaleo frowned and started to reach for the man’s gorgeous burgundy tie, but then the bourbon won. He closed his eyes, ready to sink into sleep.

    Then, the whisper of pain brought him back from the abyss.

    “Don’t let Brandon Millenrose in here,” Kaleo said, gripping the stranger’s shirt collar. “He broke a promise. I don’t want to see him again.”

    “Done,” the stranger said, and the decisive promise filled Kaleo with infinite comfort.

    Kaleo nodded and closed his eyes, sinking into sleep, feeling much lighter than he had a few hours before.


    Bold Desire by Suilan Lee

    Status: Coming Soon
    The first time Niran Shin meets him, Kaleo Ran a is having a meltdown of epic proportions. Breaking glass shelves with a baseball bat after a terrible breakup. Niran Shin loves Kaleo’s vibrant personality, but their worlds seem too far apart. Niran is on a path of vengeance and has no desire to pull Kaleo into his world.

    Then, a villain asks Niran for a favor that places Kaleo’s life in danger, and Niran has no choice but to pull Kaleo into his world. A world full of dark secrets that threaten their future together. Will Kaleo ever choose him?


  • Writing Again – A Thousand Years of Hope

    A new Year is here. 2022 is going to be the year of the tiger (lunar calendar). It is my greatest hope that my writing is more productive this year. I have been lost in a world of a previous project, and wallowing in letting go pains. I didn’t think it was an issue until I needed to start new project. Writing is a journey.

    I’m excited to introduce my new story. In a different setting with different characters, I feel juiced up to get it done. The new story is called A Thousand Years of Hope. Based on the idea of an immortal soul who has loved a mortal for nine hundred years with no reward in turn. Is it possible to keep the hope of love? Do expectations come short and at what point does love become obsession? Or harmful? Or important?

    Hm, so many questions to give. I’m at the start and there is already so much.

    Tani and Dante are my characters’ names.

    You can read the first chapters on GayAuthors.org. My username is Lilansui. Do let me know what you think if you stop by the site. ^_^

  • Song of the Week

    Song of the Week

    April is ending. Time is moving so fast. That makes it a month indoors. It’s fascinating how many adventures we have gotten into living inside our compound. From planting lavender, rosemary and green onions, to plotting Part II of The Relunctant Consort and today’s family fun activity of making kimchi from scratch. (Thank you Maangchi, she’s like my second mother and I’ve never met her). It’s been interesting. I’m grateful that so far everyone within my home is safe from Covid 19. It takes all of us to keep going on, day by day.

    Hello Earworm
    What song is stuck in your head (or on permanent rotation
    in your playlist) these days? Why does it speak to
    you?

    prompting Sui

    My writing playlist has been quite eclectic. I’m currently writing The Reluctant Consort, which is taking loads of instrumental music. I’ll end up listening to one song over and over. Then after a few chapters, it will change. In between that, this song came on the house playlist and we had a little dance to it. It got stuck in my head and now I’m listening to Sleeping at Last’s Heart over and over.

    The lyrics make my heart ache in the best of ways.

    We are maybe making cheese tomorrow. Hubby ordered fresh milk from a nearby farm and we want to try out if we can make Mozarella cheese. I hope our delivery goes okay. These are the things we get up to at home. Stay safe.

    From my desk to yours, love Sui.

  • Life in lockdown is up close and personal

    Making Hand Sanitizer

    We’re indoors for two, maybe three weeks. Our collective work companies have insisted we work from home, and so lockdown starts. In the midst of the stand still that is our life right now, I’m finding new things to be grateful for. There is nothing like being at home with hubby, and two besties working to live through this outbreak of Covid-19. Shopping has gotten creative. And Yes, we have learned how to make hand sanitizer!

    Fear is the hardest part . There is no doubt that covid-19 is real, but the more I learn, the more I get afraid to experience it. What if I’m that person who ends up with complications? That’s the hardest part, and finding a way to manage that fear is hard work. I’m grateful for my hubby and my two best friends. We have all been a rock to each other.

    I’m grateful work allows me to keep going remotely. Working at home is also an interesting experience. I’m finding myself having to block off chunks of time to work. Otherwise, I get inundated in the adventures of finding the best hand sanitizer recipe. They can be really fun and time consuming.

    The best detour of late has been whether we should sanitize our ceiling fans, just in case they somehow managed to get Covid-19 up there on the ceiling! Still can’t get over that one! In case you’re wondering, yes, one of us burst out the ladder from storage and spent a good thirty minutes with sanitizer and a rug. I’m a girl, so I just got to watch these happenings and let the men do all the work. Things are being cleaned that I’ve never seen being cleaned before.

    Supply runs are a thing now. There are things we needed for the house that we were unable to order in. So, we ended up planning a trip out. You can be careful as much as possible, but being out and about is sort of like being in an unseen war zone. There are so many chances to get exposed. Our supply runs include a mask, sanitizer and soap.

    Supplies kit – sanitizer, mask and soap

    Plus side to this is the extra time I get with all who matter to me. Family dinner is finally actually working out, everyone is home at the same time so we get to eat together.

    Chores are shared, can’t have a service coming in, so fights are a must. You know, strands of my hair on the bathroom sink counter are a pet peeve I did not know existed. And guess what, all the men in my life don’t dry dishes but keep them on the rack in a pile, to put away later, which might be tomorrow later. We had that fight too. Things are up close and personal, baby.

    Currently reading this book.

    The upside is that I finally started on the pile of books I keep by my nightstand. Being home is like having infinite time, which is awesome.

    All in all, keep safe and sound. Let’s stay inside and help lower the curve on Covid -19. My prayers are with all those who are living it.

  • The Reluctant Consort

    The Reluctant Consort

    Prologue

    A sharp sword rested on his shoulder, the sharp blade pressed against his neck.  His clothes soaked from the rush of rain that had slowed down to a drizzle.  Strange, but the worst moments in his life always seemed to coordinate with the rain.

    How did the heavens know to match with his tears?

    His knees hurt from kneeling on the stones in the courtyard at Kamran Estate.  He shifted to ease the ache and the sword at his neck nicked his skin.  He hissed at the sharp sting.  The sword’s blade was sharp.

    Jihan imagined it could ten pigs with one sweep in the hands of its skilled master.  The blade shifted away from his neck and he closed his eyes at the small relief.  The man holding the sword to his neck had no softness in him.  It wouldn’t matter how much Jihan pleaded, he would follow orders and kill Jihan if it came to it.

    A scream cut through the night and Jihan forgot his discomfort.  Heart in his throat, he watched two more men drag his older sister and her husband into the courtyard.

    How had they found them?

    A strangled cry escaped his lips when the man holding his sister pushed her to the ground next to him.

    Jihan reached for her to steady her.

    “Can’t you be kinder?” Jihan asked, his eyes filling with tears.

    Andiya kept her hands over her stomach to protect her unborn child.  She leaned into Jihan, her tears clear on her cheeks, her gaze on her husband, Ishan.

    Ishan knelt on the ground, maneuvering so that he was protecting Andiya with his body, when one of the men reached for her again.

    “Leave her alone,” Jihan said, angry with their captors and their brutish ways.  “She is pregnant.  Tell me, how will you take responsibility if anything happens to the baby?”

    The men stopped reaching for Andiya, and Ishan moved closer to his wife, holding her with care.  Ishan glared at their captors too, his arm around Andiya, giving her the warmth he could.

    “Why are you doing this?” Jihan asked, when his sister gripped his left arm, her fingers trembling with fear.  “How dare you invade Kamran Estate?”

    “Don’t blame us,” a gruff voice said above Jihan.  “You brought this on yourself.”

    Jihan wished he could refute the accusation, but in the end, all he could lament was that his plan had not worked.  If it had, his sister and her husband would have already left and found refuge in Iron Land with his friend, Swallow.  He had been willing to face the consequences of his actions alone.

    How had things gone so wrong?

    “You dared—,”

    The gruff man above him growled out, not finishing his sentence.

    The anger rolling off him made Jihan hope that their deaths would be swift, and not slow torture.  He couldn’t bear the thought of Andiya and her child suffering.

    Jihan felt Andiya’s grip on his arm tighten, and he looked up, his heart dropping when he saw the tall, forbidding man entering the courtyard.  His silver armor shone in the moonlight, a heavy blood red cape flowing behind him.  The stories Jihan had heard were true.  In his armor, Duke Silver was enough to stop a weak man’s heart with fright.

    Jihan found he couldn’t take his gaze away from the long sword Duke Silver held.  That blood thirsty blade that had cut down thousands of lives during the West Nation Rebellion.

    Jihan gulped, thinking his life sure had fallen to the depths now.  He could never have imagined facing death at the tip of Duke Silver’s blade.  Still…, maybe this was their fate after all.

    Duke Silver came to a stop before him, dripping with murderous intent, his face dark with anger.

    “Duke Silver, we caught the woman and her husband on the road heading into Iron Land.  Master Jihan was waiting here.  We haven’t found his shadow guard,” the gruff one next to Jihan said.

    “He sent him away,” Duke Silver said, his hard gaze speculative as he studied Jihan.

    Andiya moved closer to him, her eyes filled with fear.  Seeing it, helped Jihan with his decision.

    Jihan pushed his sister into Ishan’s arms, and crawled forward, making sure they were both behind him.  Still on his knees, he straightened his back and faced Duke Silver.

    He would be no cowering fool.  He was the master of Kamran Estate after all: he had made all decisions in this place since he turned ten.  Protected his sister, grown the family business, played just as hard, and even dared to love, twice, he had missed out on nothing.

    So now, he would take responsibility for his decisions.

    The rain started again, and Jihan was glad for it, as it would hide the tears he couldn’t hold back anymore.

    “Punish me alone,” Jihan said, his fingers clenched to keep from shaking with the fear sinking in his heart.

    Duke Silver’s dark gaze left him with no doubt that the Duke was angry enough to kill him and everyone in the Kamran Estate.  They had dared to ignore a royal edict and fooled a prince.

    “No matter how I look at it, Kamran Estate has indeed done you wrong,” Jihan said, keeping his tone light.  “Please know that my sister and her husband did not know about the royal edict.”

    Jihan ignored his sister’s cry of protest, and was grateful when Ishan held her tighter, muffling her words.

    “I hid the truth from them.  I planned their wedding even knowing that she was promised to marry into the royal family.  I paid for their trip to the Iron Lands.  All these decisions were made by me,” Jihan continued.  “They are not at fault.  Please spare their lives and let it end with me.  I’ll take responsibility for daring to disregard a royal edict.”

    Duke Silver pointed his sword at Jihan’s face, the tip an inch away from his left eye.  Jihan clenched his fists, fear racing through him, he felt close to falling from it, but he needed to do this, for the sake of his sister, her unborn child and her husband.

    He couldn’t bear the thought of the alternative, which would be watching his sister forced into an unwanted marriage, her child murdered…he shuddered.  Worse yet, they might decide to send both Andiya and her husband Ishan to their deaths.  Jihan couldn’t imagine bearing the burden of burying his sister and her child.  It would be too much to ask of him.

    No, this was better.  He was alone after all, unmarried with no ties to anything.  His life mattered less here.

    Kamran Estate would go on without him, taken care of by his sister.  Andiya might even get a son in the future and name that boy after him.  She would smile looking at that child and think of him.  It was enough.  The thought gave him some strength.

    Jihan locked his muscles in place, and stared at the tip of Duke Silver’s blade.  He couldn’t help admiring how it shone in the moonlight.  The stories were true.  How fierce he looked, so handsome and fierce.

    “Agreed, we’ll do it the way you want.  You take responsibility,” Duke Silver gritted out, after a short period of silence, keeping his sword steady as he spoke.  “Jihan, how dare you look down on the royal family?  You shall indeed pay the price for their lives with yours.”

    Jihan closed his eyes, unwilling to watch Duke Silver swing a sword at him.  Things between them had already reached this point.  His heart was already shattered.  Why make it worse?  He took in a deep breath, steadying himself, ready for death…

    The Reluctant Consort is period fiction set in a fantasy land known as the Akasha Empire. There is a royal family, as expected of the books in the Prince Series, that is, Crown Prince Yoshi and The Prince & His Royal Guard. The Reluctant Consort makes it the third and last. There are wars, men with swords and horses and wearing period costumes. I couldn’t help giving Duke Silver a red cloak for his armor. Jihan is a merchant, with a worldly view, nothing can tie him down and Duke Silver somehow finds a perfect method to do so. The fun is how these two stubborn people will end up loving each other.

    I had written a snippet of this story in an earlier post, and promised to change the title. Which I did. Development has been involved, but I’m finally happy with the direction it’s going and this is truly the start of The Reluctant Consort. Duke Silver and Jihan are on the way. I hope you’ll enjoy reading about them as much as I’m having a blast writing for them.

    If you don’t already know, I post most of my stories on GA first. Then, I slowly turn them into e-books for download. I’m currently working on turning the three last finished books into e-books. In between that, there will be Duke Silver & Jihan to entertain you. I’ll work out a posting schedule in the next few weeks.

  • Writing The Prince and His Royal Guard

    Writing The Prince and His Royal Guard

    Whoa! It’s July 2019. One blink and I’m sixty thousand words in to TP&HRG and looking for that crazy climax and a sweet ending, which could take me to ninety thousand words. I’m in deep.

    The writing process this week looks like this:

    It’s not pretty!

    Notes, and scenes coming to life, and getting axed in a search for the end. After dozens of rereads, and adjustments, I’m very close to the payload. This July I’m hoping to get into a different project so I’m eager to finish The Prince’s story. When the next chapter comes, I promise it will be worth it! I’ve enjoyed creating Leon and Logan. Current soundtrack is Naked by James Arthur. Hard at work.

    Meanwhile, yes, I write with pen and then pencil, when that doesn’t work, I type, and read out chapters I’ve posted. I’m a nutter is what I am. He says he gets that, so it’s only going to get worse. Hahaha. ^_^

  • New Fiction Snippets – Upcoming Stories

    A Prince & His Royal Guard
    This story is something I’m playing around with of late. It will be short, it will be sweet. I have had fun writing it!

    The thud of a bullet hitting a tree too close startled the black thoroughbred stallion into a run.  Leon swallowed bile and leaned over his horse, gripping his reins to keep control of Starburst as they raced through the wild forests surrounding his home.  A second shot sent birds flying from the branches.

    A harsh hiss left his lips when he felt the painful sting on his right upper arm.

    Leon leaned lower on his horse not daring a glance back.

    Starburst ran fast, scared and unsettled.  Leon needed all his wits to keep control of him.

    He thanked his luck as Starburst emerged from the forest and onto an open field a minute later.  The horse kept up his fast pace, heading to the stables.  When they were halfway there, Leon turned back hoping to see his assailant.  His heart thudded in his chest when he saw no one standing at the tree line aiming at him with a gun.  It was little relief.

    Starburst slowed down when they were closer to familiar territory.  Leon brought him to a stop outside the stable and jumped off the saddle with a wince.  Pain lanced up his upper arm, blood dripping down his sleeve.

    The groom who came to take Starburst gave a short gasp taking the reins from Leon.

    “Your Highness, you’re injured!”

    Leon glanced at his right upper arm with a grimace.  The bullet grazed his arm hard and left a deep furrow that dripped blood down his arm.  It stung.  He didn’t want to think about taking a shower with it.  The next few days would be uncomfortable.

    “Your Highness,” Dax, his royal guard and attendant, came running from inside the stable, horror clear in his eyes.  “Oh God, how did this happen?”

    “Don’t start with me,” Leon said, turning away from Dax, intent on running to his rooms.

    Dax grew up in the service of the royal family.  He knew the rules and regulations of running a palace front and back.  When he moved to Castle Arguro, those rules and regulations remained.  His unparalleled dedication to Leon often left him unsettled.

    Having grown up wild and unchecked, Leon often chafed under Dax’s constant attention.  The man took everything that happened to Leon too seriously.

    Ten years of Dax and Leon still had not found a middle ground with the thirty-one year old attendant.  Dax’s concern seemed to deepen with time.

    “Stop,” Dax ordered, running around Leon to stop his progress to the castle.

    Dax’s gentle hands took Leon’s right arm.  Leon winced when Dax ripped the holder on his sleeve wider, his gaze narrowed as he studied the angry bleeding gouge.  A soft hiss escaped Dax when he recognized what injured Leon.  Meeting Leon’s gaze, Dax let go of Leon’s arm and took a step back.

    “It’s time to report this,” Dax stated, his tone enough to tell Leon there was no arguing.  “This is no longer an accident.”

    Leon let a heavy sigh escape, unable to refute Dax, thinking back on the last three weeks.

    His yacht blowing up minutes before Leon boarded two weeks ago.  A week after, the tires on his favorite Ferrari had blown up on a particularly scary stretch of curved road.

    Leon could not avoid reality any longer. Three accidents in the space of weeks was no longer a coincidence

    “Someone is trying to kill you, Prince Leon,” Dax said, his eyes wide with worry.

    Leon’s gaze shifted to the castle beyond the stables, an uneasy feeling brewing deep inside him.

    Castle Arguro was home to the Kingdom’s royal second son.  Leon had called the castle home for twenty-five years.  Arguro was his parents’ home first.  When Leon turned twenty-one, his mother and father died in a tragic car accident in Monaco.

    Leon then became Castle Arguro’s master.

    Four years after their funeral, he now looked forward to living a quiet life in this place.  Content to focus his extensive resources on businesses and the charities his parents founded and supported.  He wanted no political power or official duties from the Kingdom’s Palace.

    Leon never ventured into the royal court, or involved himself in the constant running intrigues that ruled the Kingdom’s seat of power.  He was fourth in line to the throne, and hoped to become twentieth.  If only his cousins would marry and give birth, as expected, ensuring his freedom.

    With that in mind, Leon turned to Dax.

    “Do not go running to grandmother’s officials with this.  Use Castle Arguro’s resources first.  Reach out to private security firms.  Keep it discrete,” Leon warned, when Dax smiled.  “They can also handle security around the castle until we find the culprit.”

    “Okay.” Dax nodded, looking pleased now that Leon was placing importance to the incident.

    “Let’s get you inside and see to your arm.  It annoys me to see your blood staining the grass.”

    Leon chuckled and gave the wound on his right arm a wary glance.  He still couldn’t believe someone had gotten close enough to graze his arm with a bullet.

    ****

    The Unexpected Consort

    I’m on a roll with princes this season. Here is a look at a story I’ve been hatching for a while. The title may change. I ‘m not in love with the current one. It will be long, and gives me the vibes for Crown Prince Yoshi, which I enjoy and love so dearly. This one will be longer than the one above. I’ll post it as the year goes, after working on Seiryu Spirit.

    Chapter 1 – A Resounding Peace

    Kamran Estate, Wild Lands

    “Taste it.”

    Jihan stared at the pink fruit.  Its juices slid down a slender wrist, dripping to the ground.  The hand holding the juicy morsel moved to his lips once more and he gave in.  He opened his mouth and took in the fruit.

    Sweet and tangy taste exploded in his mouth and he smiled at the woman who had fed him the fruit.

    “Delicious,” Jihan said, his gaze returning to the ledger he was writing.

    “Delicious,” she mocked his tone, then laughed, jumping off the platform where he sat.  She ran down the stairs to the open space below. 

    “Ishan! Did you hear him?  The peach is clearly tastier than anything he has ever had.  Why does he sound like he is bored?  Tell me, Ishan, what am I to do with this little brother?”

    Jihan noted down the number of peaches they were getting from Ishan’s orchard and glanced up to see Ishan wrap an arm around Andiya’s waist.  His older sister laughed when Ishan twirled her around, holding her tight against him.  Jihan placed his pen on its holder and watched them tease each other.

    The courtyard was alive with activity.  Work men coming in from Ishan’s orchard, carrying crates of peaches to be taken by Jihan’s work men.  The women working in Ishan’s estate cooked in the corner, in anticipation of feeding the many workers visiting today.

    Ishan and Andiya moved between each group keeping up morale.  Or so it would seem to others, but Jihan knew how much Andiya loved Ishan.  How much Ishan wanted Andiya to become Mistress of the Gura Estate.  Jihan envied them their connection.

    “Jihan,” Andiya called to him, and he blinked watching her raise two huge peaches to her eyes.  She made a pout and he chuckled at the sight of her.  Ishan grinned and the courtyard erupted into laughter at Andiya’s continued antics to make him laugh.

    Jihan indulged her for a few minutes, until the next batch of crates came into the courtyard and he had to pick up his pen to note them down.  He worked steadily for the next hour, and right as lunch was ready, he looked up to see his shadow guard, Shen, walk into the courtyard.

    Jihan finished writing the number of fruits he was taking from Ishan, and the cost in his ledger.  He pushed it aside when Shen reached him and crouched beside him, the grip on his sword tight.

    “Master Jihan,” Shen greeted.  “News from the Kingdom’s Capital.”

    “The war?” Jihan asked, afraid the Second Prince had failed in his defense of the Wei Kingdom’s west border.  Second Prince, Feng Wei, commanded the Kingdom’s army on behalf of the king.  He was to drive out invaders from West Nation.  The war at the west border was three months old now.  The fear that Second Prince would lose was taking root in everyone’s heart.

    “Prince Feng Wei has suppressed the invaders,” Shen said, he produced a note from his pocket and handed it to Jihan.  “Our sources played an important role, your father has received a commendation from the palace.”

    “So, what’s the news from the Capital?” Jihan asked, unrolling the note to read later.

    “King Feng Jun has made a royal decree,” Shen said, his expression filled with urgency.  “He insists on a royal wedding between a Kamran child and Second Prince, Feng Wei.”

    Jihan sucked in air, his gaze on his sister who sat next to Lord Ishan adding grilled fish slices into his bowl.

    “Father?” Jihan asked.

    “He is delighted by the idea of his family tied to the royal family, even though it is a second marriage for Prince Feng Wei,” Shen said.  “Your father is making preparations for the wedding as we speak.  He will come to take Andiya to the capital personally.”

    Jihan looked away from his smiling sister and stared at the note he held.  Heart pounding with worry at the thought of Andiya forced to marry into the royal family.  His sister was happy.  She loved Lord Ishan.  Their father would never understand that love.  He would force her to give it up.

    “Should we tell Lady Andiya?” Shen asked.

    “Not yet,” Jihan said.  “Have them prepare the evening meal in my house.  I shall have no one else attending to this meal but you.  Do you understand?”

    “Yes, Master Jihan.”

    “Prepare everything, and contain this news.”  Jihan glanced at Ishan and Andiya, nodding when Andiya smiled at him.  “You and I will need to work hard to reduce the damage from this royal decree.  I’m afraid Kamran Estate might suffer a huge loss at the end of it. There can be no mistakes.”

    “Yes, Master.”

    Shen got up and hurried off, leaving Jihan to read the note from one of his trusted troop leaders supplying Second Prince’s army at the west border.

    Master Kamran,

    Beware of the gift given by the Dragon Seat.  This war has exposed Kamran, leaving your Wild Estate open to jealousy and envy from court officials.  Your network is powerful and The Dragon will seek to own it.  If you cannot escape the gift, then cultivate a friendship with the fierce commander at the west.  He is grateful to Kamran for the help and support you gave in secret.  He will look at you with kind eyes.

    As always, my hope is to grow our alliance and create a harmonious and prosperous atmosphere for our families.  I know your sister’s happiness is in danger if she reaches the Capital.  Your faithful friend,

    Swallow.

    Jihan reread the letter twice, and then reached for the bowl left by Andiya an hour ago for drinking water.  He sunk the letter into the bowl, soaking it with water.  His gaze on the ink fading from the paper, his thoughts on the difficult future ahead.

    Jihan could only hope his father was not too eager to be father in-law to a prince.

    ***

    They are both stories about love and adventure. I can’t wait to get them out to you!

  • A Love Affair with Creativity

    Over the years, I have written blogs on the process of writing. Some posts felt uncertain, others untrue, and now years into this, I now write a new post that feels right for this moment. I have come to respect Creativity. Because that is what writing fiction is for me. I respect it. I understand that we are walking down the same road together. Wherever that road takes both of us, intentional or not, I love and respect every minute of it.

    Writing is not a fast thing, there is no magic wand that will make it come at you faster. It’s a process, it takes and gives. Demands of your emotions, hard work, your thoughts, your very self. I’m not the same writer I was when I first started. Those days I wanted it all out fast, wanted it to make an impact, and suffered when it didn’t. Now, I find myself being more deliberate in my writing. I’m not looking for fast ends, but an exploration of the journey. It’s easier to write now because I’m not seeking approval, simply writing what feels right. And for that, I’m much happier with what I do.

    Most important, I have learned to respect my creative side, in the same way I value my closest relationships. Without that respect, I don’t think I would like myself very much.

    Of course, there are days when I struggle. Yes, I struggle, you struggle, we all struggle. When I do, I seek out thoughts that inspire me. Thoughts like this one:


    We feel guilty for all that is authentic in ourselves – our salary, our opinions, our experiences, our hidden desires, the way we speak – we even feel guilty for our parents and our brothers.
    And what is the result? Paralysis.
    We grow ashamed of doing anything different from what the others are expecting.
    We do not expose our ideas, we don’t ask for help.
    ….
    And how can that be changed?
    Have faith. Believe that it is possible, and all the reality around you will begin to change.

    Paulo Coelho – Feeling Guilty

    Feeling guilty – I loved reading this post because at the time of not writing, or being without that charge or spark, it’s often because I’m dealing with external pressures. Dealing with external pressures/forces means I haven’t given myself a chance to sit and dedicate the time allotted to my work. My desire, my needs. So, I have to take a step back and survey what’s causing that feeling, and is it very important that I stop myself from doing what I really want to do. If it is, find a solution to make it work around my writing. If it is not important, then how do I stop caring so much, and return to my writing. One thing that’s always true, I have deep faith in my creativity. The muse is never gone, she’s always there, waiting for me to solve my external bullshit, so that I can get back to work.

    So, I watch videos like this:

    In this short amazing conversation on creativity, this sentence alone stood out so much, that I think it’s my year’s new mantra.

    Creating because it brings you joy.

    Marie Forleo’s channel

    If it’s not making you happy, don’t do it! If it’s not bringing you joy, stop. The best philosophy for everything in life, most importantly, I get pleasure from writing. When something is pulling me away from that happy place, I make a conscious effort to get it out of my life. The same way I will deal with anything negatively impacting my relationships with Hubby or my friends. It’s the only way to grow, and discover where your creativity will take you. Don’t demand from it more than it promises, instead, enjoy the ride it gives you. This is why I loved listening to the conversation between Elizabeth Gilbert and Marie Forleo. So much of what they say is true, and it felt good to hear it aloud. It brought me to a great head space.

    I’m on a journey, that feels like a love affair with my creativity. Ups and downs, astonishing moments, and truly wrenching ones. I’ve come to embrace them all, and look forward to more.

    If you haven’t already, download The Assassin and explore a different love affair with Daven and Kian.

  • Road Trips are Sweet as Sugar

    I have spent my fair share of time on road trips. I have gone on them alone, but I have to say the most fun I’ve had is when I’m on the road with Moon, Scott and L. Road trips turn wild with these three. They love testing random food from stalls we meet on the road.

    I’ve since sworn to only ever buy whole fruits on these runs. This way I don’t have to worry later about stomach upset. The most important aspect of a road trip is that you have to like the people you’re traveling with to stay in a good mood. If you’re unhappy, being out on the open road will get you back to happy quite quickly. Forgetting why you were unhappy happens like magic. So, if you’re not in a good place, I suggest getting in your car, and going on a short trip, with someone you really like or go alone. It pulls you back into a great head space, gives you time to think.

    Music is such a big part of road trips, of my life in general. A few months ago on the road to tour Lake Victoria, in Western Kenya in East Africa. We ended up on this stretch of road that shows off this steep overview of the Rift Valley pictured below. We stopped to take pictures, and Moon kept humming Sugar by Maroon Five. It stuck in my head, and now every time I hear that song, I remember that trip.

    I loved the memories we made during that trip, so Sugar has become this super special song for me.


    The Rift Valley
    Sunset on the road

    Make time for road trips. They don’t have to be long distance, even two hours out of town, or the place where you live will do wonders for you. Hope you have a song you listen to when you’re in your car, on a fun trip. Make some memories.


    In the Assassin, Kian Raja and Daven go on a road trip from Paris to The Netherlands. Discover more about them. Download The Assassin ebook.

  • Five Favorites about the Assassin

    May is swinging by to the end and I am delighted to discuss one of Sui’s upcoming e-books.  The Assassin is not yet available as an e-book, although if you search it out, you can find it to read on GA.  I’ve had the privilege of reading this story, so here is a list of my favorites about The Assassin.

    1. I’m in love with Kian Raja – He is dangerous, handsome, and makes my heart ache I'm Your Assassinas he does not believe he deserves anything good that happens to him.  He loves strawberry milkshake, coffee and a certain man with locks.  He is breathtaking.
    2. Daven Noland is a doctor who has gone to the darkest depths in strange corners of the world and come back braver.  One of Kian’s friends calls him a man with a bleeding heart.  I love how he loves, without any reservations and that’s the best thing you can hope for in life.
    3. The Assassin sweeps you across the globe, city to incredible city.  Daven and Kian’s time in Amsterdam remains my most favorite as it is both beautiful and heartbreaking, which is all I look for in a story.
    4. The Action! Kian is badass.  If I was in trouble, and needed a rescue, he would be the guy I would seek out.  Of course, you have to make him care about you first to get him to move a finger, but once you do, he will take a bullet for you.
    5. Diversity – Sui does an incredible job of mixing cultures in her stories, but with The Assassin, she’s gone ahead and created such a great cast of characters.  I love multi-culture stories, and the great melting pot they create.  It paints a world that is fundamentally about accepting who people love, and not where people are from, or what they are.  The Assassin does that without much thought.

    Sui is at hard work editing The Assassin.  It should be available to download on Smashwords in June.  Meanwhile, enjoy this cover, and a great Daven and Kian scene.

    The Assassinexcerpt from The Assassin

    Daven cleaned Kian’s wound, concentrating on removing dirt from the raw skin to prevent infection.  He used warm cotton balls, at times forced to scrub at stubborn bits.  Kian made no sound through the process: no groan, no wince, and no sense of discomfort.  Daven stared at the pile of dirty cotton balls on the napkin on the sink.  By now, any patient would have cursed him out, or cried out for him to end the torture.

    That level of control should have disturbed him.  Instead, it reminded him of Musimbi.  The young man he met in Dadaab.  Musimbi was fearless, immune to pain, his heart hardened by a lifetime of hardship and political wars.  Daven first met Musimbi on a field trip on the outskirts of the camp.  The first vehicle in the security convoy went up in a bomb explosion and despite protests from the security officers in his vehicle, Daven jumped out and rushed to help any survivors.

    Musimbi appeared out of nowhere, clutching a young woman with blood trailing down her face.  ‘Help her’, Musimbi told him, his voice bereft of emotion.  Daven remembered wondering who the woman was to Musimbi.  He should have seen through Musimbi in that moment.  Seen the cruelty behind those eyes, instead, Daven only saw the wounded woman.

    Daven sighed and applied ointment on Kian’s bruised skin.  Placing clean pads over the wound, he taped them into place with care.

    “We’ll need to keep checking on it,” Daven said.  “Taking a shower will sting, but you don’t have to worry about that for the next few hours.”

    Daven smoothed his palm over Kian’s shoulder.

    “Thank you,” Kian said, bending to pick up his t-shirt.  He wore it in one swift shrug and remained seated on the toilet seat.

    Daven washed his hands and disposed off the dirty cotton balls, wrapping them with napkins and throwing them in the trash.  He closed the first aid box, and stared at Kian’s bent head.  Kian’s silky straight black hair called to his fingers.

    Daven frowned.

    “I want to trust you,” Daven stated.

    Kian remained silent.

    “You confuse me,” Daven continued, leaning on the little sink.  “One minute you’re pointing guns at me, pulling the trigger, the next you save me.  You get hurt in the name of protecting my profession.  I can’t read you, Kian.”

    “You’re not meant to.  I’m well trained, that’s all you should care about.  Keeping you functional is a plus for me.  Any minute wasted worrying about your health, be they your hands or other injuries, delays us.  It makes handling you difficult.”

    “Handling me?” Daven frowned at the sting growing in his heart.  “I’m not a sack of potatoes—

    “You are a target, one I need to keep moving.”

    Kian got up from the toilet seat.

    The space between them disappeared, and Daven met startling brown eyes.

    “Trust is not easy,” Kian said.  “Still, I only tell you the truth.  There is nothing to read with me, Daven.  It will benefit you to think of me as walking armor to get you to your destination.”

    Kian opened the bathroom door.

    “Try and sleep,” Kian advised.  “Who knows what we’ll meet in Europe.”

    Daven stared at the open door.  Kian’s little tirade stinging more than he dared confess.  Here he was, trying to connect.

    What the hell?

    Handling, Daven scoffed.  As if!

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