Charlie Stillwaters thinks Yoshifumi Murakami is cuter than a sack full of puppies, even after he learns of his connections with the notorious Japanese Yakuza mob, and the fact that he's so mean that if a rattlesnake struck him five times, it'd die.There is something Charlie just has to have.He's bad after Yoshi – he's as hot as a billy-goat in a pepper patch, but will they live to do it... or will they die and become haints of the worst sort? With the New Orleans-based mob hot on their tails, and sus
KB Forrest has researched ancient Indo-European history and folklore for several years, and brings to this novel his story-telling flair and the accurate details today’s readers demand. He is skilled in animal husbandry, primitive survival skills, and horsemanship. These talents allow him to imbue his stories with realistic elements.
KB lives on a farm in Northern Mississippi with his faithful dogs. He raises Brahman cattle and a large variety of birds. When not writing, he paints in oils and watercolors.
Still Waters is very different from the last two books I have read by K.B. Forrest. Where Calor del Amor and Taino Ti have plenty of yaoi hints, in Still Waters you can find some of them but they are not the mainly aspect of the novel.
Charlie is an original southern man, good and bad things of Old South all together. He is loud and passionate, funny and nut. Yoshi is a Yakuza's son who wants to exile himself from the Family. He doesn't want to take the reign after his father but around him people are not so happy to let him live his life.
Charlie takes an immediate simpathy on Yoshi, better George, Charlie's "best friend" (his penis) tells him to not let go a fine specimen like Yoshi, no matter that Yoshi is not at all agreed to let "George" near him.
Still Waters is a blurr of situations, a novel packed of action and not so much of sex. Humor and crazy dialogues are main characters in this ebook, and between them, you can read of a growing attraction that will become love eventually. It's not a classical romance, and sometimes I have the feeling to read a John Belushi's play: the same crazy plot, like Blues Brothers or Animal House.
Gorgeous cover as always: K.B. Forrest is very lucky with her covers.
similar in simplicity to Forrest's calor de amor- also similar in it's strangeness. i really can't tell if this book (and calor) were written tongue-in-cheek, and that kind of ruined it for me. well, along with the one-dimensional characters and fore-shadowing that was more like hint-with-a-hammer. on the other hand, i could not stop reading it, even after the first few pages when i realized i wouldnt really like it. took me a bit, but i finally realized this is total manga-style, just without the illustrations. not my thing at all. still feel kind of slow for not catching that, though.