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.
Dante and Tani are pulled into the center of a conspiracy that ties ekho gods, bloodline magic, and mortal choice into something brutal and sinister. If they fail to unravel it, Dante will die young again, and Tani’s sentence will lock him away from the only world that ever felt like home. If they succeed, they won’t just save Dante’s life; they’ll shatter a millennium-long cycle and claim the one thing fate has always held just out of reach: a life they choose together.
This time, love isn’t destiny. It’s the most dangerous spell either of them can cast.
Kian Raja grew up in a cold world where the only rule is to survive and be the strongest. He has learned to live with his choices, and keep it real no matter the situation he meets. Then he meets Daven Noland who makes him wish for a future.
Dr. Daven Noland has lived a life saving souls in the harshest of places. On a quest to prosecute a vicious man who endangers the lives of an entire village, Daven gains the attention of a murderous organization. They send an Assassin after him, and he must now convince this assassin to help him fulfill his quest. Can he manage? Will they get to the end of this journey intact, or will he lose his life trying?
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When I run into an author I love, I tend to obsess over all their previous works like a manic obsession. This year, I’ve found myself reading a lot more and wanted to share some stories that I’ve truly loved. Note some are published, some not, I love diversity.
The first book I ever read of hers wasHainted. Hainted left me shook, and led me to Ms. Hawk’s website, where I then discovered the Whyborne & Griffin series, as well as the excitingSPECTR series. Been reading all her books since. I love all her work. She always pulls me into the worlds she creates and there is nothing more powerful than that.
The first book I read of hers was Protective Desires. It was recommended to me, and when I was finished, I discovered she had a series going, so I went on the search for more. In I dived, have yet to resurface as I’m in deep now. I love her characters. They make me happy, and leave me smiling for no reason, and there is nothing more important than that. Of late, Kenz is writing a series titled, ‘In Slavery’. It took me a moment to get into the first of this series, but when I did, I’ve found myself following Lenius and the adventures he faces in a world he could not have anticipated. She calls it dark fiction. This series does push the comfort boundaries, but dark or not, I’m insanely invested. Prince Kenzie had to stop writing on Wattpad and can now be found on Patreon. Her account is under the name Asher King.
The first book I ever read of hers was Fiery Heat. There are stories you read because they give you this emotional payback, I don’t know how else to describe it. I like the fact that each of her characters is somehow tied to previous stories, creating a familiar world with new variables each time.
Loving Sweetest Sin the most, as it makes me so happy to read it each time.
For heartbreak that hurts so good, keeps you reading until you see happy smiles, check in on these two stories. I read both in one night, woke up with panda eyes, and still wanted more. Once again, both push some serious boundaries of which if you’re uncomfortable reading, then give it a pass. Otherwise, the best of stories.
Breaking Finn (This may have been taken down) & Unbreak My Heart
There are more, but these have stuck in my mind this year. Check them out if you’re looking for something to read!
Su Yi, the great general of Qi, was captured by enemy country’s army. Faced with the downfall of his country and interest from opposing country’s king, how will he react?
War Prisoner Review
As the title states, this story is not fluff, but seriously epic. The main characters end up in very tough, and graphic situations, so if that is not your cup of tea, don’t check out this one. However, if you are brave enough, this story is seriously beautiful. Wanyan Xu and Su Yi are a couple I find quite interesting. Wanyan hellbent on creating a prosperous kingdom, while Su Yi is doing the best he can to fight for his own kingdom which is now under Wanyan’s control. There is loyalty, there is insane attraction, terrible personal betrayals, and the beginning of a love that takes Su Yi through absolute hell. Truthfully, reading this story led me on an insane emotional roller coaster. I was angry, and happy at times, sad and happy other times, still I kept reading. So, a nod to Li Huan Yan Yu who created a very epic tale in War Prisoner.
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The chapters are split between sites. I hope this is helpful to you.
This is a new story in development. I’m excited about it, hope you are too.
Chapter 1 –Milan Takeda Moves to the Town of Portento
Milan Takeda sat in the passenger seat as his brother drove the rental car from the airport to their new home. His family seemed unable to settle in one city. Moving was harder this time. The Takeda family had managed to stay in Turin, Italy for the last three years. Milan had loved every day of those three years. Had loved becoming part of a community and getting friends. The parents managed to lull Milan into thinking he could belong somewhere.
Until one rainy afternoon, two weeks ago, when his father came home with the big family announcement. The Takedas were moving to Portento, a small town in Colorado, USA. Milan reclined his seat and folded his arms over his chest.
Portento, the name sounded Italian. The town’s founding fathers were Italian. Choosing a name like Portento, they must have thought the town represented miracles.
Their father, Kiyo Takeda, worked hard to excite his children into the move. Kiyo was a research scientist working at Biosense, a company that developed drugs for various diseases. Their mother was the Italian in the family. Her name was Ilaria. She was beautiful, full of energy and loved to laugh. She was the reason this move happened without a fight.
“Think of it as an adventure, Milan,” Ilaria told him when he started to protest the move. “Your father is close to unlocking the key behind his research. If he does, then you will be free too, my bambino. Free to enjoy the world, as you want. Meanwhile, your father is all about i miracoli della scienza.”
“The wonders of science,” Milan murmured, tagging his jacket closed. He shivered, drawing his brother’s gaze.
“You’re cold.”
It was a statement. Ayu fiddled with the heat controls, and in seconds, Milan felt warmth start to sip into his body. Ayu pulled over to the curb, slowing down to a stop. Milan started to ask what he was doing, only to have Ayu reach in the backseat for a blanket. He covered Milan with the heavy cashmere tucking the ends around Milan’s shoulders.
“We’ll be home soon. This place is cold in December. I told Papa we should have waited to move in the summer.”
Milan held Ayu’s dark gaze, and forced a smile.
“It’s alright. I’m fine, Ayu.”
“No, you’re not,” Ayu said, pressing his palm on Milan’s forehead. “You’re feverish, and you trying to hide it, doesn’t make it better, Milan.”
Ayu shifted away, pressing a button to unlock the trunk, he opened his door and Milan closed his eyes as a wave of cold swept in. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to shiver, but he couldn’t help it. Ayu got out, closing the door fast, and hurried to the back of the car.
He was back in minutes with a bottle of water, and a brown envelope of medicine. Turning on the light above them, Ayu got two pills from the envelope and helped Milan take them. Once Milan swallowed the antibiotics, Ayu placed the envelope in the console between them, and studied him.
“I know moving is hard and you didn’t want to leave Turin,” Ayu said.
Milan folded his arms under the blanket, his gaze holding Ayu’s dark one.
“I wasn’t protesting for me. I was worried about you.” Milan dropped his gaze to his lap. “I know you didn’t want to leave Christina.”
“Milan.”
“You love her. I saw you two in the alcove before we had to leave. She was crying and so were you, Ayu. I don’t want to be the reason you left the girl you like.”
“You’re important to me, too. You are my little brother, Milan. Moving here alone would be hard for you. I’m taking a gap year, and will head to university as soon as you’re better.”
“What if I don’t get better?” Milan asked, looking up to meet Ayu’s gaze. “Mom and I, we talked to the doctor about my condition…this CVID immunodeficiency thing, I might have to manage it all my life. You can’t stop doing what you want because you worry about me. It’s not fair.”
“Milan.”
“Don’t take the gap year,” Milan insisted. “Go back and enter Turin University with Christina. Do it for me, Ayu.”
Ayu shook his head. “I can’t—”
“Yes you can.”
“But—
“I’ll be upset if you don’t go. You’ll be unhappy, and that will make me unhappy. It will make me sick, and it will be because you didn’t listen to me.”
“Your guilt tripping won’t work.”
Ayu turned off the light overhead, and engaged the car into drive.
“This move is not easy for any of us, Milan. I need to be at home with you. Dad’s always in his lab and Mom will be working now in the town’s hospital. We can’t leave you in the care of the housekeeper and nurses.”
“Why not?”
“You’re sixteen—”
“Turning seventeen in a month.”
“Yeah, well endure my presence by your side until you’re eighteen,” Ayu teased. “I don’t regret leaving Christina, Milan. I love her yes, but she’s not the one.”
Milan frowned.
“As if you know what the one looks like.”
“Do you know what the one looks like?” Ayu asked him, adjusting his seat belt, as he buckled in for their long drive home.
“I’m sure I will know when he comes along,” Milan sighed. “That is if I can live long enough.”
“Milan, don’t say that.”
Milan turned to stare out the window. It was dark outside. Their flight landed at seven in the evening. The navigation system said the drive to Portento would take an hour and a half to two hours. Milan sighed.
“I’m sorry, Ayu.”
“I’ll help you search,” Ayu said, after a while. “When we find him, whoever your one is, they’ll love you, Milan, just as you are.”
Milan closed his eyes and smiled. He didn’t know about the one, but he did know that no one had a brother like Ayu, or a father like Kiyo and a mother like Ilaria. He was content enough with their love. Their unconditional dedication was enough for him, he decided as he drifted off to sleep.
***
Their new home looked buried deep in a forest. Milan had never seen so many trees in his life. The town was at least thirty minutes away. He had hoped they would be closer to it, this way he could walk in some days and explore. Had Kiyo known his thoughts?
Milan held the edges of the blanket over his shoulders, and stared up at the three-story house. It was more modern than their home in Italy. He instantly missed the warmness of Turin, and the ancient walls that had seen millennia of history. This place was too modern, too new, too cold. Light from the tall glass windows on the top floor poured down to the front yard. Milan walked up the steps to the front door, pausing when the door opened and a short dark haired woman came running out.
Milan chuckled when she pulled him into a tight hug, bubbling in Italian.
“Cucciolo, I’ve been so worried about you. I kept wondering why I didn’t just wait before flying here. I should have been the one to come with you. I should have stayed and flown here with you. Are you okay?”
Ilaria stepped back, pressing her warm hands to his forehead. It was impossible to stop this tirade, especially when she referred to him as a little puppy. The only way to end the worry in her tone was to agree to all her suggestions.
“You are too warm for my liking. Come inside, it’s a warm shower, and off to bed with you. Ayu, polpetto, come here, let Mamma hug you.”
Milan laughed at Ayu, when he had to lean down to hug their short mother. Catching Ayu’s gaze, he mimed a meatball, and got a scowl for his efforts. Ilaria’s meatball let go of her and opened the door, stepping into the house.
“Cucciolo, you look pale. Tomorrow, I will stay home with you,” Ilaria said, wrapping an arm around Milan’s shoulders. “I’m worried the traveling will get you sick. It’s almost the holidays. I don’t want you to be sick then.”
Milan wanted to tell her not to worry, but his chest felt congested. He knew a bad cold was coming.
His bedroom was fully furnished, and on the third floor, with the tall windows showing off the trees in the backyard. The bathroom connected his room to Ayu’s bedroom. Their mother had worked hard to make sure they were comfortable.
Milan wanted to explore but he was too tired. Traveling always left him so tired. The cold was unwelcome, and he was insanely uncomfortable. The discomfort eased after a hot shower, and he wore the warm pajamas his mother insisted he wear. The potato soup she brought in with a slice of bread was delicious; it warmed him deep to the bones. Sliding into bed, Milan sat, his back leaning on the headboard watching her arrange the things from his book bag on his reading desk by the windows.
“I’ve been looking at schools,” Ilaria said. “Ayu!”
“Yes, Mamma,” Ayu called back from his bedroom.
“Come in here, polpetto. I have news.”
Milan played with the covers, still watching his mother. Ayu entered the bedroom a minute later, and came to join him on the bed, sitting on top of the covers, right next to Milan.
“Are you serious about not going to university?” Ilaria asked him.
“Yes.”
“I don’t agree with this.” Ilaria arranged a stack of Mario Llosa books on the shelf above Milan’s desk, and then turned to face them. “No son of mine will live without higher education. Yes, Ayu, there is a university close here. I got your records from Turin, and they accepted them. You only need to choose the courses you want, classes start in January.”
“What about Milan?”
“Milan has decision to make too,” Ilaria said. “Two choices, we can get a tutore, continue your studies as before, but you seemed to like school in Turin. I will do what you want.”
“How far is the high school from here?” Ayu asked.
“There is the public school. It’s not far, though we would have to drop Milan off. They offered a school bus, but I don’t think standing outside is good for your health. You need a ride into school, and someone to pick you up. I can drop you off in the morning.”
“Then I will arrange my classes so that I’m able to pick him up,” Ayu said.
“Marie is also with us,” Ilaria said, smiling when both boys grinned. “She agreed to move here, with us.”
“Oh, that’s awesome. At least there is one person we know,” Milan said.
“Cucciolo, you still have not told me if you will go to school.”
“Is it very different from the one in Italy?” Milan shuddered. “I’ve read stories, the bullying and the clicks—”
“You can choose the international school. This way everyone you find there will be different like you. You’ve been to one in Turin.”
“The international school will cost you,” Milan noted. “You have to pay for Ayu’s university now—”
“Your education is important, to your Papa, to me, Milan. You don’t worry about cost. It is our job.”
“Yeah well,” Milan sighed. “I didn’t like the international school and ended up moving to public school in Turin. It was the only way to learn the language, and get to know the community.”
Milan stared at his fingers. Life was about experience. The tutor would mean he would be safe indoors. Not have to face people he didn’t want to. The international school was a strain on his parent’s budget. They had to worry about his health, and Ayu’s university…plus, the students tended to stick to their own little communities.
“I’ll go to the public high school,” Milan said.
“Are you sure?” Ayu asked beside him.
“It will be a new experience,” Milan insisted. “A new adventure.”
“Si, it is,” Ilaria nodded. “Well, that is good news. I will drop by there end of this week. If you’re feeling well, you can visit with me if you want.”
Milan nodded, a wave of excitement and anxiety racing through him.
“Where is Papa?” Milan asked.
“Papa is busy working,” Ilaria said. “His lab is now just beyond the trees. This new investor is very keen on finishing Papa’s research. So, Papa will be home when he decides to take a break.”
Ilaria sighed.
“He is working too much again. I hope he can make it to breakfast tomorrow. It will be nice to have us all at the table.”
Milan yawned, feeling tired. His yawn triggered Ayu and Ilaria into motion. In minutes, he was horizontal on the bed tucked in tight like a hot pocket, and the lights turned down.
Ayu kissed his forehead and left, leaving Ilaria sitting on the side of the bed. She rubbed his chest, and reached out to push his dark curly hair out of his eyes.
“You’re going to be okay,” Ilaria murmured, though her tone sounded as though she was convincing herself. “Papa is close, and at least here we can find the best hospitals to take care of you if things get worse. My cucciolo, mamma loves you very much, you know that, yes?”
Milan nodded.
“I love you too.”
Ilaria leaned down, filling his nostrils with the scent of fresh citrus, his favorite scent. She pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, and then stood.
“Okay, goodnight. Sweet dreams, my love.”
“Goodnight, Mamma.”
Milan drifted to sleep in this new strange place, feeling on the edge of a new dawn.
***
That’s the start. Working on the rest, will let you know where to find this new story. Enjoy, Sui.
The Morgan Lore has been complete for a while and is available as an ebook. Check out the links below:
Rory Morgan, just coming of age at eighteen, eagerly anticipates embracing his inherited birthright. He yearns to immerse himself in the responsibilities that accompany his family’s legacy, unaware that a chance encounter is about to unravel the world he thought he knew.
When Rory crosses paths with Milan Takeda, an extraordinary connection blossoms between them. As their lives intertwine, both young men confront hidden secrets and discover the transformative power of unexpected connections.
Today is Sunday, and as always, most of Sunday mornings, you’ll find me at my desk. So, today, I’m deep in the mind of Koji from Seiryu Spirit, and sudden inspiration strikes in the form of a book cover.
I get excited every time my favorite person designs a cover and it matches the story. So, I have this story we call Hitokiri (The Assassin). I finished it sometime last year, and I’ve just been sitting on it, not really editing it. Though I love those characters dearly. L, who makes most of my covers attacked this morning with the cover for Hitokiri, and now, I feel I need to edit it, turn it into an eBook and that’s just a lot more work, but okay. I’m for it.
Hahaha…
I’ve decided to attack you too with Hitokiri’s cover and hopefully the next little e-book I make. Okay, it’s a definite, I’ve been asked to stop saying hopefully and be definite, so here is the definite next e-book coming your way.
It’s good to celebrate small milestones! This year, I’m determined to give my writing the attention it deserves, no matter what! And so far, I’ve managed to upload three short stories onto smashwords I’ve managed to upload these shorts in an anthology on Amazon. The anthology is called “The Arrival of Spring: An Anthology of Four Heart-Stirring MMRomance Stories“. They are oldies, (meaning, they were written before) but they never had e-books before. I couldn’t seem to find the time before to upload them. Now, I’m glad that this is done.
This last short – Always You, Only You, is a story that came to be because of a close friend. I struggled with the ending, yep, this happens at times. There are those endings that just won’t come easily. However, no matter how much I read through it, these two characters, Miki and Shin, just won’t have it any other way. Oh well, enjoy this little departure from my usual endings.
February comes with new goals. I hope to write a new story for valentine’s day this year. I’m in the mood for romance, and I hope you are too!
On a side note, here is a pride of lions to make you smile. Family runs strong here. Hehehe, went on a safari adventure and ran into these guys! Whoa! Exciting and exhilarating! They truly bring life into perspective.
Celebrate the season of renewal and love with The Arrival of Spring, a captivating anthology that weaves together four unique stories of connection, courage, and new beginnings. Every chapter is a promise of renewal—a reminder that sometimes, the most unexpected connections can transform our lives.
Mid-January! The year is fifteen days old. I hope you have done at least one exciting thing. You just need the one to get started, then the second one comes easier.
From my desk, here is another short story to read called The Unexpected Gift of Love. The are two short stories available on gayauthors.org. The Unexpected Gift of Love came to be because of a prompt response from Gayauthors.org. I post some of my work-in-progress stories on this site and it has become an invaluable writing resource over the years.
Back to the story, Ren Hill faces a personal betrayal that breaks his family in half. He must find a way to move ahead and protect his teenage twins from heartbreak. Ryan, who has always liked Ren, has the hard job of convincing Ren to give him a chance.
The Unexpected Gift of Love was a look at divorce and the impact it can have. I think that commitment is such an important aspect in relationships, it requires effort, and sometimes that effort just fails. What a disappointment that turns into! Do check out this little story.
You’ll find a shorter bonus story called Monday Evenings, Thursday Dinner and Sunday Afternoon. The cutest, funnest story, I love it. It makes me smile, I hope it does you. Do you ever have days when, after you fight with your friend, your boyfriend, your partner…family, you spend your time thinking the worst of the situation? You walk around continuing the fight in your head, it escalates to great levels and when you meet the person you were fighting with later, your anger sort of dissipates. And you wonder, why was I so pissed? Well, this story is about that kind of situation. Reed and Kristos have a fight and….go read it!
Alright, I hope your January is going well, that it’s fantastic, and only good things are coming to you.
Look out for the last of this Shorts by Sui Last week of January.
Hideki Takada’s life is in danger. Kazuma Daiko tortures himself with guilt over the death of his last charge. Can Kazuma protect Hideki when it matters most?
Kazuma Daiko, a skilled bodyguard, is haunted by the tragic loss of his previous charge. His guilt has led him to avoid close-contact assignments, and he questions his ability to protect. His inner turmoil grows when he faces the enigmatic Hideki Takada, unsure of his capabilities.
Kazuma’s world shifts when he first sees Hideki. A magnetic force binds their souls together, compelling Kazuma to hold on to the assignment despite his reservations. Kazuma embarks on a journey that challenges his reservations, but his love for Hideki blurs the boundaries between duty, desire, and the pursuit of redemption.
“A Haunted Love” weaves a tapestry of passion, guilt, and forbidden desires. As Kazuma and Hideki’s connection deepens, their love blossoms against all odds, forcing them to confront their haunted pasts and navigate a hidden villain’s plot to separate them.
Will Kazuma find the strength to face his guilt and allow love to heal his wounded soul? Can Kazuma and Hideki’s love withstand the tests of time and adversity?
Stabbed and left for dead, Toshiro Shindo is at the end of the road: no hope, no one to care, no reason to live. Jason rescues him and shows him kindness and love. When the man who stabbed him returns for him, Toshiro fights to keep the life Jason rescued.
In the depths of the woods, Toshiro Shindo finds himself brutally stabbed and left for dead by the merciless Kaito Takumi. Clinging to the thin thread of life, Toshiro wrestles with a momentous choice: surrender to the encroaching darkness or summon the strength to defy death itself.
Desperate and bleeding, he stumbles onto a lonely road where fate intervenes in the form of Jason, a compassionate stranger who rescues him.
Back on his feet, Toshiro gathers the strength to unravel the mystery behind Kaito’s brutal act. As he unearths a deeply personal betrayal, Toshiro decides to sever ties with Kaito Takumi for good.
As he awaits the cost of his decision, Toshiro returns to Jason, seeking temporary sanctuary. Amidst the solace and safety of their blossoming connection, an unexpected love blossoms between Jason and Toshiro.
However, Toshiro’s choice to betray Kaito Takumi places himself and Jason in grave danger. Faced with the daunting task of safeguarding their newfound love, Toshiro must summon his courage to fight for the life they yearn for—a life of love, hope, and the promise of a future together.
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