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    Happy Merry Christmas: Would it Be Okay to Love You?, #3
    Happy Merry Christmas: Would it Be Okay to Love You?, #3
    Happy Merry Christmas: Would it Be Okay to Love You?, #3
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    Happy Merry Christmas: Would it Be Okay to Love You?, #3

    By Amy Tasukada

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    Will they ever get the Christmas of their dreams?

    Aoi can't wait for his first Christmas Eve with Sato. The erotic voice actor Aoi wants nothing more than to share the Japanese tradition of having a KFC chicken dinner with his boyfriend.

    When Aoi is offered an incredible gig that would finally earn him enough money to move in with Sato, he takes it without thinking. He fails to realize that the job could cause him to miss spending Christmas Eve with Sato altogether…

    Sato's counting down the seconds to his Christmas Eve with Aoi. He's even planning a big surprise with a present from Santa. There's only one problem: he can't find the perfect gift, and Christmas is fast approaching.

    Just when everything falls into place for Aoi and Sato, they must overcome their greatest challenge yet: learning to be there for each other, even when countless obstacles are keeping them apart.

    Happy Merry Christmas is a sweet romance. If you like heart-warming characters, romance that makes you smile, and a pinch of holiday drama, then you'll love Amy Tasukada's tale of Christmas joy.


    Buy Happy Merry Christmas to feel the holiday love today!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAmy Tasukada
    Release dateJan 18, 2018
    ISBN9781386674573
    Happy Merry Christmas: Would it Be Okay to Love You?, #3

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      Happy Merry Christmas - Amy Tasukada

      Acknowledgements

      Thank you to the awesome people that read the book at various drafts, AM Leibowitz, Nell Iris, Addison Albright and others. Finally, you. Thanks for giving my book a chance!

      Author’s notes

      Happy Merry Christmas isn’t the first book dealing with Aoi and Sato, the couple in my Would it Be Okay to Love You? series. In fact this book is kind of book 2.5-ish. Every month I send out a few short story featuring a day-in-the-life of Aoi and Sato. Happy Merry Christmas is like an extra long short fitting perfect between the short stories of December and January. If you picked up Year One I would recommend reading Happy Merry Christmas between those months, but don’t worry this book also works well as a standalone.

      Don’t forget to sign up for my newsletter where I send you a free short story every month! www.amytasukada.com

      Chapter 1

      A gasp escaped Aoi’s lips followed by a smooth, hitched moan. He forced the moan to catch in the back of his throat. It tickled his voice box but curled the sound into an arousing purr.

      Please be gentle, he whispered. It’s my first time.

      Aoi’s headphones buzzed, signaling the director had cut recording. Aoi waited to hear the complaints, even though the moans had come out as he’d envisioned the character would have done.

      Say that last line a little more scared, the director’s voice came through Aoi’s headset before returning to static.

      Scared?

      Yeah, like some guy is really trying to shove his dick up your ass.

      Aoi pulled free his blond hair trapped in the dangling headset wire. It was a moment’s distraction from the director’s comment he wished he hadn’t heard. His reputation as a voice actor depended on how well he got along with directors, so Aoi couldn’t criticize him.

      His skin pricked as he rolled up the sleeves of his flannel shirt. He wanted to inform the director that the first time he’d had a guy trying to shove his dick up his ass he’d been far from scared. And more so, if there’d been even a glint of uncertainty in his voice his partner would have done the correct thing and stopped.

      You can do that for me Aoi, yeah?

      Aoi glared at the black wave pattern the foam created in the recording booth. It was one thing to voice act as a homosexual, it was whole other thing to be out as one in Japan. So Aoi couldn’t go into a lecture on the finer points of anal sex and consent.

      Aoi?

      Yeah. He cleared his throat. Ready when you are.

      Okay. Three…two…action.

      Aoi delivered the line. Instead of a lascivious whisper of budding passion, his character’s breath caught in his throat and a sharp pang of panicked fear had him stumbling over his confessed virginity.

      Perfect, the director said.

      Aoi nodded and then remembered the director couldn’t see him. He grinned, and he held up his middle finger to where he imagined the director was sitting on the other side of the wall.

      I’m happy you thought it turned out okay.

      Let’s try to bang out the rest of the sex scene then call it a day.

      Sounds like a plan.

      There was a time when acting the screenplay fantasies of female manga comic book artists had left a bitter taste in his mouth. To them his lifestyle was accepted by everyone, and he’d fall in love with the man who locked him up for a week and had his way with him each night. Straight men could turn gay with a wink and peck on the cheek. Everything was rainbows and happily-ever-afters.

      There were no roles where parents kicked their son out at sixteen when they found a gay magazine among his homework. Where they threw a handful of his clothes outside and wouldn’t answer the door. No roles where their son went from homelessness to making it in Tokyo, and his parents still hung up when he called to make amends.

      After seven years of unrealistic plots, Aoi could finally enjoy them as a guilty pleasure. Stockholm syndrome was not sexy, but it could be funny given the plots he read.

      His current script was no exception to the humor of a thinly veiled plot leading to a sex scene. Aoi had long ago perfected the difference between an excited gasp in pleasure and one containing a hint of apprehension. So it didn’t take long for him to finish his lines in a style the director deemed good. It was Friday anyway and Aoi had somewhere to be.

      Awesome job, the director said though Aoi’s headphones.

      Thank you. Have a good weekend. See you Monday.

      Aoi took off his headphones and put them on the hanging microphone before freeing himself from the tiny space. His stomach flopped. Somehow the tightness of the recording booth never hit him until after he was out.

      The booth opened to a larger room with a window framing an icicled tree. He pulled on his white coat and tugged the faux fur collar close to his neck. Why hadn’t he done laundry? Ripped jeans and a thin flannel shirt would not withstand freezing temperatures even with his jacket. At least where he was going there was someone to help heat him up if he grew cold.

      He fished his cell phone out of his weekend bag then threw the blue nylon duffle over his shoulder. It butted past his hips to above his knee. Not because the bag was large, but because Aoi was so short. He never told anyone his exact height but under five foot was all anyone ever got. Most people he knew were over five foot so they couldn’t really understand the world shorter than that.

      His face pricked with pain when he opened the recording studio door. He closed his eyes, imagining his contacts freezing to his eyeballs if he didn’t give them time to adjust. It was too cold for winter. The weather people needed to think up a new term for whatever season it was. Mega-cold-like-the-heart-of-a-man-that-would-keep-going-if-his-partner-sounded-scared-winter maybe?

      Confident his eyes wouldn’t freeze, he headed for the train station more convinced than ever that Tokyo needed heated underground walkways. There was plenty of time

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