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When I read Caleb’s name on my mission note, my heart had taken control over my brain. I flew the fastest I ever had to the site where he was to meet his demise, not quite sure of what I was about to do. In the end I didn’t hesitate. I saw his bike as it careened around the curve, heading straight for a semi truck driving the wrong way. Before I even realized what I was doing, I plunged down in front of the truck and swept Caleb off his bike just as it fell and slid sideways under the giant tires.

"What did you do that for?" Caleb asked, surprised. I pointed to where his bike was nothing but a pile of mangled metal. "Fuck! You…. I…. Was I the soul you came to harvest? Am I dead?"

I laughed. A nervous chuckle as reality began to sink in. I had just saved the soul I came to take away. "You’re not dead. I saved you."

Afraid of being spotted, I flew us into the first sheltered spot I could find and put him down gently.

"Are you supposed to do that?" His eyes were mesmerizing, and I found I couldn’t take mine off them. I nodded, incapable of uttering a sound. "I thought you were supposed to take my soul to—well, hopefully Heaven. Why did you save me?"

I should’ve just flown away and hoped for the best. Instead, I grabbed his T-shirt, pulled him closer to me, and kissed him. This had to be some kind of seraphic madness for which I was in no hurry to find the cure. Caleb didn’t fight me, raising his hands and threading his fingers through my curls while his tongue explored my mouth. Ambrosia. Pure, intoxicating ambrosia.

"This is madness." His breath caressed my lips, and I had to refrain from crushing him between my craving body and the wall behind him. "Am I dreaming, Sky? Hallucinating, maybe? You’re an angel. A real, honest-to-God angel."

In the back of my mind there was a foggy idea of his earlier statement about having met another angel before, but the slow burning in my gut quickly convinced my brain to ignore it and focus on the task at hand. My hands had become a force to be reckoned with, moving of their own accord beneath his T-shirt, eager to explore every detail of his body.

It was indeed madness. I had just saved my charge. There would be hell to pay.

With that last thought I came to an abrupt realization. I stopped my hands and detached my lips from his, breathless and suddenly anxious. I was in so much trouble. "As much as it pains me to say and do this, I have to go." I wanted to stay so badly. "I have to tell Gabriel what just happened. He’s not going to be happy."

My eyes locked with his and I was flying over those sweet scented fields again. My lips stretched into an uncontrollable smile.

"I don’t know why you did it, but thank you for saving me," he said, sunshine taking over his face. I may be the angel, but he shone as if enveloped in a halo. "When will I see you again?"

Could I stay and ignore the call of responsibility? I wanted to. God, did I want it. But I knew I couldn’t. Being an angel meant I wasn’t free to do as I pleased. My life was not my own, and if I stayed the Corps would find me one way or another. Easier to just go and face the music. At least Gabriel wouldn’t be able to accuse me of being a coward.

"Soon." I hope. I touched my lips briefly to his and then, unfurling my wings, I took off, heading upwards toward the clouds and the wrath of the angels.

"Seducing Sensei is a very erotic novel, so be mentally prepared before reading it. It is based on a gay theme but the presentation leans towards light-hearted. The story is unique, sexy, humorous and naughty. Worth reading at least once."
- Sheryl, Amazon Reviewer

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My little troublemaker owned the space when he walked in. One might have mistaken him for a Japanese prince of some small unknown province. Only royalty of a tiny country would have that much self-admiration. Don’t hurt yourself squeezing your ego in the room.

Standing with feet firmly placed as if he were on the first place winner’s podium stand, Itsuma’s energy exuded confidence. I glanced at him with what I hoped was my best disparaging look.

Behind him Scott Cooper twirled a wrangler’s rope with expert precision. The loop circled Scott in meticulous up and down motions. He danced a cowboy’s jig with the rope as if he’d been born to raise cattle. With those boots, jeans, button shirt and cowboy hat he should be on the back of a horse.

The kid looked at me with those beautiful green eyes, effortlessly continuing his rope hopscotch. Those eyes weren’t those of a child’s, but of a man who’d seen a lifetime of evil and decided he was here to save everyone. It was heart shattering to look into his soul, and yet, Scott instilled hope in my heart. Like a survivor, he threw off an air that people could overcome the worst of times. As if he were living proof.

In contrast, Itsuma’s inflated ego and Cheshire smile set off all my warning bells. I wasn’t afraid. Inwardly, I was reprimanding the chubby that sprang as soon as the duo stepped across the threshold of my classroom. I’d waited way too long to find a partner. Maybe after this I’d go to the bar to relax. Find someone to help keep my head on around this jail-bait of mine. That was it…I just needed to let out this frustration.

The sound of his mirth tickled my heart. Craptastic. Now I knew why this “prince” slipped under my skin as easy as getting under a bedspread. Intense attraction. Yep, definitely going to the bar tonight.

I stood, pulled out my drawer of no-no’s and set out Itsuma’s iPod on my desk. Then I placed the two pieces of his headphones next to the small chunk of metal.

“If I take this again,” I said. “You’re not getting it back.” I pulled out the new package of ear buds and set them next to his equipment.

Itsuma picked up the unopened accessory, then laughed like I’d told the best joke he’d ever heard. “Sensei, you sly fox.”

The sound of his mirth tickled my heart. Craptastic. Now I knew why this “prince” slipped under my skin as easy as getting under a bedspread. Intense attraction. Yep, definitely going to the bar tonight.

Itsuma wiped the amused tear under his eye and said, “I was wondering why a math teacher would have wire cutters in his pocket. You planned this from the start.”

“What? No!” Had I? “I bought the new headphones at break.” I thought the gesture would soothe any harsh words he might throw my way. “The wire cutters were just coincidence.”

Scott stopped his deliberation, folded up the lasso and sat on one of the student desk tops. Pull up a chair and some popcorn. This should be a fun show, cowboy.

“Thank you for replacing my property, but I want something for my pride,” Itsuma said.

My mouth ran off before I could think. “Great. The high and mighty emperor gets ass-hurt for being called-out for his lousy attitude.”

“Scott,” Itsuma said. Molten lava burned in The Prince’s eyes. “Close the doors.”

The cowboy stiffened and stood up. “Zuma, come-on man.”

Something about Scott’s plea heated my blood. He might have been speaking to his friend, but it was almost as if he were telling me to run.

“No,” Itsuma said. “I won’t be humiliated. I want a piece of my honor back.”

Japanese and their honor. No out for me. That was fine. Let’s go.

"A unique gay romance novel written by an author who understands the lingo and the erotica of same sex encounters"
- Grady Harp, Amazon Top 100 Reviewer

A unique gay romance novel written by an author who understands the lingo and the erotica of same sex encounters
- Grady Harp, Amazon Reviewer

This is not the kind of book for the conservative and the holier-than-thou reader, because it explores sexual pleasures and contains scenes that are erotic. It was, for me, an enjoyable read. A great plot, great characters, a powerful conflict, and a satisfying end.
- Romuald Dzemo, Amazon Reviewer

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This book will have you laughing so hard at the easy banter between these two then clutching your chest as the emotions threaten to boil over.
- ~lil maso~, Goodreads Reviewer

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