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Back Among the Living
I hate getting sick. For the past two years bronchitis has kicked my ass and then some.
I’ve got a lot of catching up to do, so my apologies for the delays. Time to get back to work.
Pictured: Nyesha and Takeshi, from the erotic IR romance SENSEI 
Excerpt:
His eyes darted from hers. “You are a woman who knows about men. Is this not so?”
“Er . . . yes, it is.”
“I want to know, I need to learn about women. How to-how to make them happy. How to pleasure them.”
She sat down on a white leather lounger that was so buttery soft her rear end bobbed in delight. Oh yes, she could get used to this. No more sleeping or walking across a cold floor, not when he’d revealed that all the floors were electronically heated. Her smile radiated warmth at the thought. “Okay, what are you into?”
Takeshi cocked his head. “What into?”
“What do you like, what do you fantasize about, what would you like to do to me right now?”
He seemed to be taken aback at her directness. After an excruciatingly long silence, he blurted, “To have you pose, like in art class. I-I would like to draw you without your clothes on.”
Her face registered a whole lot of Really? Really dude? That’s what you wanna do? Draw me instead of fuck me? Nyesha sighed as she stood up, inwardly vowing that no matter what, his lounger would be leaving with her after all this was over. “Will you unzip me?”
He snapped to attention, quickly coming to her aid as she turned around. The zipper came down slowly, the air cool on her back as more of her skin was exposed. With a flick of her hand one shoulder was freed, then the other until the dress slithered down her waist. Before he could step back, in a husky voice she ordered him to touch her breasts. “Go ahead and feel them. It’s something that turns most women on.”
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Release Week
This is release week for two of my novels. In the meantime here are a couple of excerpts from The Saint of BOYStown and SENSEI
The Saint of BOYStown
That’s not Cody lying in bed, looking for all the world like a male version of Sleeping Beauty. His muscles are nowhere to be found, because his body has shrunk, almost like he’s deflated. His breathing is so shallow that its hard to tell if he’s really taking in air on his own. Mom is already here, doing what a nurse usually would.
As I watch her washing Cody I’m ashamed at how bratty I’ve been to her. She takes his arm, wiping a wet cloth over his skin ever so tenderly. The soap suds are close to the same color he is, but even with the sterile whiteness of the bed sheets, the peach tinted lava of the soap and Cody’s fading tan, I hope he can feel the love in her touch. I pray he can hear her voice, how she sings so sweetly to him, peppering a made-up melody with lyrics like “my beautiful boy.” She encourages him and herself by bragging about how everything’s gonna be just fine. Mom gives him a run-down on all the well-wishers and prayers from the community. I wish I had her kind of quiet strength. When she notices me standing in the doorway, she smiles and motions for me to come in. I hang back, feeling like I’m intruding on this private moment between a mother and her comatose child.
“Talk to him, Nat,” she says. “I’m sure he’d like to know how you’re doing.”
I don’t want to. All I want to do is transport the three of us back to Aunt Gina’s living room, when we were laughing and hollering at LeBron James and the Cavalier’s game seven win over Golden State. See, I want to have that kind of mind-over-matter type will, a “I refuse to go down” philosophy, the same power that LeBron and his teammates had. I want to will Cody to wake up.
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SENSEI
“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” Takeshi said. “I thought you might be thirsty.”
With a half-smile and a deep throated “thank you,” she took the bottle, giving him a quick appraisal in the process. He was decent looking. Large hands, broad shoulders, big feet . . . Oh bloody hell, he was attractive in a ruggedly handsome sort of way. But that bowl haircut was totally wrong for his face. Nyesha guessed his age to be somewhere in his mid to late thirties, and just like she was checking him out, his attention was on her face, in addition to getting an up-close view of her bare breasts.
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Female Genital Mutilation
Nyesha Adu is an African woman living and working in Tokyo.
Pictured: Takeshi and Nyesha, from the erotic ebook SENSEI Click any photo to read a Chapter One Excerpt In order to tell her story I had to do heavy research (something that I do for most of my books). This book contains mature subject matter, like Female Genital Mutilation. It deals with how the main heroine copes with what has been done to her body. It also deals with the alienation and isolation of a thirty-something Japanese businessman who’s still a virgin. I touch on the sex trade and the changing economic status and cultural norms that women are facing in Japan. So while I do have books coming out with sweet love stories, this ain’t one of them. But it is a love story. And its a slow build erotic romance.
Nyesha in Tokyo. Photo by Kakidai, of red light district Kabukichō in Sinjyuku,Tokyo Excerpt:
She was in bed with him, and Takeshi couldn’t believe it. Her thighs cradled his. Her arm was loosely draped over his right shoulder. He didn’t dare move. Didn’t dream of breathing. As the realization dawned on him that this wasn’t a dream, there was a smile on his face as wide as a canyon.
“I know you’re awake.” There was drowsiness in her voice, and something else he couldn’t pinpoint. “I know you’re awake, because I’ve been playing with your body.”
He stiffened at her revelation. “I would like to be conscious when you do that.”
“I didn’t do much. I just kissed along your back and I rubbed your-”
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Dialogue for the Day
“I’ve got pre-made pieces that I can easily slip into, like these panties.” Nyesha held up a crocheted thong for Takeshi’s inspection. He nodded, fingering the material, secretly fantasizing its stretch over her derrière. “I use a mannequin for most of my ready-made wear,” she said.
“May I?”
“May you what?”
“Smell them.”
She grinned, enjoying where this was heading.
– Scene from the upcoming erotic romance SENSEI
