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Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica
Description: Twenty-five year old, Satoshi Hayashi, the pianist for the Japanese pop-group, Aomori refuses to give up hope that his close friend Shaundra Yoshida has perished in a killer earthquake and tsunami in the Miyagi Prefecture of Japan. Hundreds and maybe thousands of lives have been reported lost, but Satoshi feels that he would know if Shaundra was dead. Over the last year they had this special bond. He knew when she wasn't feeling well or when she was in a frisky mood. If she were dead, he'd know it, and he didn't give a damn what the other members of Aomori thought. He was going to find her if that was the last thing he did. Depressed and despondent over the loss of his wife, Shaundra, Ichiro Yoshida turns to alcohol to console his troubled mind. He neglects his looks, doesn't want to write another song, and he sure does not want to go on a scheduled tour of Europe that has been arranged by their boss. Shaundra was his life. Why can't anyone see that he stopped living the moment she disappeared? And why had she walked out on him just hours before leaving for Aomori's China tour? Was she that unhappy with their marriage? Or had some other man captured her fancy and taken her away? He doesn't know what the future has in store for him, but he won't stop trying until he finds out the answers.
eBook Publisher: Sugar and Spice Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: December 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [245 KB]
Words: 55105
Reading time: 157-220 min.

The door to the bedroom opened and Ichiro came in carrying a tray of food. Right on time. She wondered if he'd heard her stomach growl.

"Good morning, beautiful wifey," he said placing the tray on the table next to the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Like a beached whale. You know you didn't have to go to all this trouble. I'm perfectly capable of coming downstairs and eating at the table with the guys."

"The doctor said you have to take it easy and be on bed rest." He had escorted her to a doctor's office the day after she came back home. "I've looked up the fancy terms he said so don't try to fool me."

Shaundra smiled smugly. He was getting too big for his britches.

"And besides it gives me some alone time with you." He spread a napkin onto her lap, place some of the bowls on a smaller tray, and then he pulled the chair up to the bed. He started lifting the tops of the bowls, displaying succulent no-salt dishes.

"I hope you plan on sharing some of this food with me," Shaundra said.

"No, I've already eaten," he said. He sat down and lifted a bowl. "But I plan to feed you." He uncovered a bowl of grits and scooped some into a spoon and fed it to her.

While she chewed Ichiro sat patiently watching and then her stomach moved. His eyes widened and then he smiled. Shaundra's heart flipped. Damn traitorous babies loved him already. She sighed. And to think he was prepared to sacrifice the fatherhood experience to be with her.

Ichiro lifted the tray aside, moved the covers off her, lifted her gown, and waited for her stomach to move again. The babies responded and wiggled. His hands covered the spot. "Little Satoshi is very frisky," he replied. He leaned and kissed the spot. I can't wait to start parenting and Lamaze classes."

"I hope you'll be just as excited with two am feedings and poopy diaper changes."

He lowered her gown and re-covered her. "I plan to help you one-hundred percent," he said.

Shaundra grimaced. She'd heard that line before. Four other times to be exact.

Someone knocked at the door.

"Come in," Ichiro said after making sure she was decent.

Satoshi entered. "I just came up to see how you're feeling."

"I'm okay," Shaundra said as Ichiro fed her another spoonful of grits.

Satoshi crawled into the bed and lay down next to her. He rose up on his elbow and watched.

Ichiro looked but did not comment.

"Are you sure?" Satoshi asked. "Because I don't want you to overdo it."

"Thanks for the concern. Why are you in our bed?" Shaundra asked.

"Because we've all decided to share the experience. These are our first babies and we don't want to miss a moment. Plus this may be the only chance of being in a bed with you," he said batting his eyelashes at her.

"You got that part right," Ichiro said. "Just this once. I don't want you to get any ideas of a threesome in the near future. You're cute, but not that cute."

Shaundra chuckled. "I'm already a threesome. But I won't lie. I have thought about what it would be like with the two of you."

Ichiro opened his mouth to protest.

Shaundra winked at him

"So what was it like?" Satoshi asked suddenly interested. "This fantasy of yours?"

"A lot like it is now with one of you getting very jealous."

"I am not jealous," Ichiro said. "And you better only be fantasizing for your books. These guys are still off-limits, especially this one."

Shaundra reached over and ruffled Satoshi's hair and then stroked his brow. "Sorry. I'll just have to visit you in my dreams."

Satoshi chuckled and slid out of the bed. "I'll take that for now." He headed toward the door. "Seriously do you need anything?"

"I might have to go out shopping. I need bigger clothes."

"I don't think you have to worry about that," he said. "Apparently Harper has anticipated your needs. Boxes have been arriving all morning from every maternity boutique in Japan."

"What?" Shaundra asked.

"It's true," Ichiro said. "Even though I don't understand why he's buying my pregnant wife clothes." He sighed. "They are piling up in the den. That man is so strange."

There is nothing strange about him. Harper is kind and loving and so not supposed to be on my mind at the moment. "I'm surprised he's thinking of me after..."