Friday, May 5, 2017

A Honeyed Light by Freddie Milano @SDSXXTours @freddiemilano

Kunal, relative newcomer to the strange town of Harmony, has his hands full preparing for Diwali. That should be enough to keep anyone's mind preoccupied, but Kunal can't really ignore that he's nearly thirty, single, and still buried in the closet.




A Honeyed Light
by Freddie Milano
Genre: M/M Paranormal Romance

Kunal, relative newcomer to the strange town of Harmony, has his hands full preparing for Diwali. That should be enough to keep anyone's mind preoccupied, but Kunal can't really ignore that he's nearly thirty, single, and still buried in the closet.

Out of town at a gay club one night, he bumps into Oscar, proprietor of Harmony's only sex shop, and figures his secret is now officially out. What he doesn't expect is a slow seduction, or to have to decide what it is he really wants in life.
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Sighing, Kunal stepped back out of the employee area to where Divya and Shanti were chatting, Divya pressing their baby sister about the still-new beau she'd been seeing. He couldn't help feeling a stab of jealousy. It seemed so easy for them.

He pasted on a bright smile and swept himself into the conversation. "I don't care what you say, Shanti, it's not serious until we've all met him, not just Divya. Not until he's met Mom and Dad."

Shanti frowned and shoved Kunal, and he felt real force behind it, but Kunal didn't budge. She was a scant few inches shorter than him, but he was broad. The hours he put in at the gym ensured that his arm muscles were corded and just the right amount of bulging, his overall build sturdy. What he lacked in height, he made up for in breadth, and he worked hard to look as good as he did.

"Shush, Kunal. You know if I bring him home, they expect a ring on my finger right after."

"Or before," Divya added. "But Kunal's right. They won't believe it's serious until then. Look how many times Amit brought home a girl before he gave one a ring, huh?"

Amit poked his head out from behind the bar. "Slander and lies," he called, levity in his tone.

"Oh," Kunal countered. "I remember Gina, Monica, Elizabeth, and who was the pretty one with the unfortunate name?"

"Ivana," Amit said sullenly.

Kunal grinned. "Amit. What was her whole name?"

Amit glared at his brother. "Ivana Hardick."


"We're lucky Mom and Dad didn't catch onto that." Shanti giggled.


Freddie Milano lives with her partner-in-crime, two adorable and devilish cats, and far more ideas than she really has time to set down on (electronic) paper. She’s been writing since she could hold a pen, though most of the embarrassing stories thankfully never made in onto the internet, and can stay safely buried.

She loves wine, Korean pop music, tea, chocolate, coffee, mythology, and both video and tabletop gaming. An ESFJ surrounded by introverts, Freddie has learned the art of socialization in moderation. Besides, staying in just leaves her more time to write.









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