Only January 1 and already the month had lived up to its reputation as the one of suffering and hatred. He hugged his pillow closer, then gagged, his sinuses assaulted by the stench of sweat and cum. Or maybe he could stick with his current plan to spend the whole month of January drunk until the thirty-one days of hell passed and February dawned, if not warmer, at least a little brighter. He could go back to sweet December when nothing bad ever happened and the world was a blur of sales and romantic dinners. If he stayed in bed, he could pretend the calendar had never turned.

The whole month should be tossed out like a used condom in a love hotel’s trash. No matter how many layers Hayato wore, he always froze his balls off. At least the snow was pretty sometimes, but January storms usually skipped the happily-ever-after fluffy snow and went straight to freezing rain of doom. Then came the anniversary of the worst day of his life. Hayato always started it with a New Year’s hangover. Leigh Hart, thanks for being my go-to plague buddy and your wonderful plotting ideas.įinally, you. Ash and Addison, thank you too for your comments and help. To Nell Iris, who is not only the queen of fluffy romance books but also a dear friend. Thank you to my family, without whose support this book would not be possible. But as Hayato’s tragic past comes back to haunt him, Masuo wonders if he’s ready to carry all Hayato’s baggage.Ĭan the unlikely pair learn to accept each other and find their way to happiness even while new challenges arise, or is their love destined to fall like balls through a pachinko machine? When Hayato realizes he’s falling for the young parlor manager, he is more than ready for fun.

Assigned to run a failing pachinko parlor, Masuo is determined to turn it around to prove himself to everyone…especially his sexy superior. Masuo believes he and his boss made a deep connection, but when he’s blown off the next morning, he feels lied to. And just when Hayato thinks things can’t get worse, he accidentally gets blackout drunk and wakes up in the arms of a clingy underling. He can’t crash at his brother’s because his girlfriend is moving in. His boyfriend broke up with him, changed the locks, and kept all his stuff. Any similarity between the characters and situations within its pages and places or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and co-incidental.Ĭan a night of passion lead to a happily ever after? No parts of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyright owner. Bonus First Chapter of The Yakuza Path: Flowers of Flesh and BloodĪddicted to Lust (A Yakuza Path Romance) © 2021 Amy Tasukada

Addicted to Lust by Amy Tasukada