Love off the Radar – 14 Tantalizing Paranormal Romances – OUT NOW!


 

D.J. Manly and I are proud to introduce our first joint effort under our newly created company, DJ/AJ Books.

Love off the Radar: 14 Otherworldly Tales features some previously-published short stories and some spanky-new ones! The title story, Love off the Radar, a mad shifter romance is our newest collaboration.

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Stories included:

1. Chaos – D.J. Manly

A young man blackmails Gareth into giving him a ride to the next truck stop. Little does Gareth know what the gods have in store for him and his new companion.

2. Hardsex  –  A.J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manly

Is it real? Or is it…Fantasium?

3. Before Morning – A.J. Llewellyn

A volcanic vampire tale set in Feudal Japan. In the shadow of the last eruption of Mount Fuji, can two men find love and redemption…Before Morning?

4. Disciplining Baron – D.J. Manly

The emperor has no choice but to join an alliance in order to save his planet’s environment. His son, Baron, is not pleased with the turn of events, and refuses to wear green to the ceremony…that is until he meets Derek, the mind reading cleaner, who knows exactly how to make him toe the line.

5. Banished – A.J. Llewellyn

Hawaiian kahuna, Mahini is banished for violating huna law. Can he find a new life, even love on a remote volcanic island or only death?

6. The Erotic Ramblings of a Vampire – D.J. Manly

Damion the vampire decided to write his erotic memoirs…read on…if you dare!

7. The Erotic Ramblings of a Werewolf – D.J. Manly

Christopher decides to try his hand at writing his story. Why should Damion, the vampire, have all the fun?

8. Mojo Rising – A.J. Llewellyn

On a South Seas island, a village chief finds unexpected love and a cure for a curse…in the arms of another man…

9. Clean Monday – A.J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manly

Aleczander is a young man who has survived a suicide attempt only to wonder why. Will he, can he, ever find love with another man when he hasn’t ever been with one in the first place?

10.  Louisiana Lust – D.J. Manly

Love in the Bayou sometimes takes the most unusual turn.

11. With this Ring – A.J. Llewellyn

Dead men do tell tales! Boy meets boy, boy loses boy. Boy almost…eats boy?

12.  Scorcher – D.J. Manly

A young scientist’s erotic dreams lead him to rediscover a mysterious past, in what is believed to be the lost city of Atlantis.

13. Santorinas – A.J. Llewellyn

They survived the destruction of the Sacred Band of Thebes, but can these two lovers survive the fall of Atlantis?

14. Love off the Radar – A.J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manly

Which will kill Mo Dingley first? Love, or a curse?

Free Story! Waikiki Vampire Chronicles Chapter Two! Read it Here!

Waikiki Vampire Chronicles

Chapter Two: Hau’oli Makahiki Hou ~ Happy New Year

Cover Art: John Bruno

Model: Leo Giamani

By A.J. Llewellyn

Link to Chapter One: http://www.ajllewellyn.com/site/2013/01/09/1960/

 

Chapter Two

I knew a bit about zashiki warashi, but nothing about how to get rid of them. The spirit, once it became aware that we were talking about him, began to materialize.

He was a long, thin child with a bad haircut; the old soup-bowl-over-the-head style, and a face the color of a tomato. His features were fierce, but he smiled down at Keej, who seemed blissfully unaware of him.

“Oh my God,” Tem said, in a dramatic tone. He began talking to me in my head.  “You said it was a bad thing, but I’m reading that to attract and maintain a zashiki warashi in the home—”

“Why would we want to do that?” I asked aloud, keeping my voice low as Keej ran around touching some of Akua’s toys stacked on shelves against the living room wall.

My nephew peeped out from under the wing chair, a look of fury on his face. He’s never had to share, and now, he had to do so with a kid who came with a scary companion.

“Shut up!” Tem stamped his foot so hard everyone in the room turned to stare at him, including the zashiki warashi.

“Just listen.” Tem’s tone turned icy. He resumed talking to me mentally. “To keep the spirit happy—”

            “Do I want to keep it happy?”

“Yes! Listen. The spirit must be noticed, appreciated, and cared for properly, much in the manner one would raise a child, though too much attention may drive it off.”

I vote for driving it off. And besides, how much attention is too much?”

We can’t drive it off. Once a zashiki warashi inhabits a house, it brings the residence great fortune; on the other hand, should a zashiki warashi depart, the domain soon falls into a steep decline.”

            “Holy crap!” I stared at the specter, which was on the floor playing with Keej. The kid interacted with him in a way that made me realize he knew all about his ghostly companion.

They’re buddies,” I said in my head.

Looks like it. How do we look after it? I mean, him?”

No idea. Besides, I don’t care what Giggle says. These spirits are supposed to be bad luck.”

“Google,” Tem corrected me aloud. He glared at me. “And decline is not a hot shade. It doesn’t match my furnishings.”

I cleared my throat. I’d have to agree and let the zashiki warashi live here, unless I wanted to start sleeping alone. Outside. “Um, Keej darling,” I started to say when I realized the kid was talking to Akua.

Keej scooted across the floor over to the wing chair and held out a building block to Akua. A building block! Man, I was worried Akua would fling it right in Keej’s eye, but then the zashiki warashi got down on the floor too. I could hear his boyish, sing-song tone, but couldn’t understand anything he said.

Akua, shuddering in fear at first, soon began to smile. Smile! I never saw my nephew smile unless he was up to no good.

            The zashiki warashi encouraged Akua out from his hiding place and soon they were all building what looked like a fortress. Akua didn’t seem to mind Keej opening boxes of Lego. Even though Akua barely touched the things, he was possessive of his toys. Even Tem looked stupefied when no outburst soon followed.

He gestured me away from the happy group.

I shook my head. “Does Goggle say anything about the zashiki warashi making trouble?

Tem looked at me in exasperation. “Google, Div.” He reverted to telepathing again. “They are inclined to mischief. So what? Look at how he handles Akua. Our little boy is actually playing!”

Yeah, I’d noticed that. And playing nicely, too.

They do more than mischief,” I said in my mind. “I’ve heard stories—”

“That I don’t want to know about.” Tem shook his head at me. And then the impossible happened. Akua began to laugh.

The three amigos were playing with all of Akua’s blocks given to him by well-meaning relatives over the years who’d tried desperately to encourage his creativity and imagination. He’d shown no interest in Lego or K’reo, or even the Super Mario K’nex kit everyone said was the bomb. Suddenly, he was on his knees helping an increasingly giddy Keeej use parts and pieces from the Super Mario Ghost House to decorate the walls of what I realized now was a spiffy-looking castle.

I was full of hope until I caught a spiteful glance from the zashiki warashi that shocked me.

Tem didn’t notice it. He was too busy joining in the fun.

“We need a moat,” he declared, dropping to his knees. “Come on, Div. Find the box of plastic reptiles.”

“Reptiles?”

“Yes. We need a crocodile.”

“Why?”

“Because every moat has to have a crocodile.” The two little boys and the zashiki warashi nodded at me.

I felt like a moron. How could I not have known this? I found the reptiles but couldn’t find a crocodile. Nobody liked my suggestion of a brontosaurus in the moat.

“Don’t be silly,” Tem said. “Everybody knows that the brontosaurus prefers to lie in a hammock and watch everybody else work.”

His three friends nodded at me. I seriously began to dislike the zashiki warashi. It— he—was hijacking my family, and I didn’t like it at all. I retreated to the kitchen where the women in our house were canoodling as they made dinner.

“Div, settle an argument for us, will you?” Clancy asked. She was so giggly, I suspected she’d been tippling the champagne I could see her using to sauté shrimp

and lobster pieces in a pan on the stove.

“If I can.”

“What’s wrong?” My sister, Heavenly, knows me too well. I inclined my head outside and the girls followed me. I noticed one of the horses grazing on Tem’s carefully planted carrot patch but ignored it. I knew I would pay for that decision later.

I quickly told them about our zashiki warashi.

            They didn’t have the reaction I’d expected, or, frankly, hoped for.

“But that’s wonderful,” Clancy said. “They only like to stay in well-maintained and preferably large old houses. He must like us!” She beamed at me and Heavenly.

I stared as my sister snapped her fingers. “This is why Keej’s family burned his things. They knew there was something around him and thought it would get rid of the problem.” She stopped speaking and bit her lip.

“What?” I prompted.

“We must protect Keej. The zashiki warashi has attached himself to Keej for a reason. I’m wondering what horrible things happened to Keej before his parents were killed.”

“And after it.” Clancy’s face turned dark. “I don’t like the sounds of his creepy family over there in Kona.”

“Wait,” I said, dropping my voice. “Remember what Joshua told us? The relatives said he was rambunctious. He’s been here ten minutes and I have to admit, he hasn’t showed signs of it. He seems like a good little boy.”

“Oh!” Clancy let out a shout, then lowered her voice again. “I remember now. Zashiki warashi can be mischievous. Maybe that’s who’s rambunctious.”

I nodded. “Exactly.”

“We have to make friends with it,” Heavenly said. “Everybody knows it’s bad luck to send them away from a home.”

I looked at her. How come everyone else in the world knew this except me?

“Do we know its name?” Heavenly asked.

“It’s a he, and no, I don’t.”

The girls marched back inside and I followed. Heavenly’s horse had grabbed hold of Tem’s favorite purple carrots and was demolishing them. Until I met Tem I’d had no idea that all carrots were purple before the seventeenth century. Now he took pride in his organic crops that neighbors—and apparently, horses— hankered for.

I had bigger fish to fry though and darted inside, reaching the living room just in time to hear Clancy asking Keej about his zashiki warashi.

            “You can see him?” Keej’s eyes grew huge.”

“Sure I can. We all can,” Clancy lied. I could tell she didn’t know where to look. My sister could see him though. She looked right at the specter.

“They usually only appear to family members, and more often than not, the children,” Heavenly said. “What is his name, Keej?”

Keej’s face took on an uncertain look, until Tem gathered him in his arms.

“We want to know, and welcome your friend,” Tem said, kissing the little boy’s head.

“We…ll, his name is…” Keej became bashful, glancing up at the zashiki warashi.

            “His name is Tijlaug,” Akua said, invading the tense moment.

“Tijlaug.” I repeated it.

“He’s my friend too!” Akua looked at me in a challenging way, as if he dared me to argue.

“That’s great, sweetie.” Oh, boy. We aren’t a family. We’re a freak show.

“Well, you and Tijlaug are here just in time for Hau’oli Makahiki Hou,” Tem said.

“What’s that?” Keej asked, still looking shy.

“It means Happy New Year. It’s New Year’s Eve and we’re so excited to have you here.” Tem kept his arms around Keej. He looked at Akua. “Aren’t we, sweetie?”

My nephew nodded and stuck a couple of ghost faces from the Super Mario Brothers kit into the moat.

“We need water for the moat,” Keej said.

“I’ll get it.” Akua raced off to the kitchen, shocking every adult in the house.

I sloped off to the privacy of my home office to call Blossom. I needed to get her advice on our unexpected guest.

 

Blossom was intrigued to know about the ghost, which she kept referring to as a parlor child. “Tijlaug is Hmong for older brother,” she said.

That surprised me, but then again, she was the oldest person I knew, hundreds of years old in fact, so nothing should have come as a shock when Blossom said it.

“Do you think it’s Keej’s dead brother?” I asked, cradling the cell phone against my ear. Moontime had jumped onto my desk, rubbing his head against my chin, craving attention. I stroked his gleaming head, aware of a sudden chill in the room.

My whole body stiffened. I knew it Tijlaug, and the feeling wasn’t good.

The zashiki warashi walked around my office, Moontime hissing at him. The cat threw himself against my chest, claws out.

“What’s happening?” Blossom asked.

“He’s in here.”

“The cat doesn’t like him.” Blossom’s statement alarmed me. Especially when she said, “Don’t ever leave them alone. Parlor children tend to see cats as competition as family guardians.”

“They do?” Wait till I told my husband this news.

“I want to meet this dead boy,” she said. “You asked if it could be Keej’s dead brother. Did he have one?”

“Not that I know of. I do know that his family was killed in a tsunami a few years ago. Joshua, the children’s home director said his parents and grandparents were killed. But maybe there was a brother.”

“Or maybe he desperately wanted one.” Blossom went quiet. “He must have had a very difficult life, Jimmy.”

She was the only person who called me by my street name. It was unlike her to be so tender, but even Akua brought out the vampire queen’s softer side.

“Keej had been raised by relatives in Kona until recently. They burned all his things and took him to the police. He’s been at the home a week.”

“And they couldn’t wait to send him home with you.” There was a trace of bitterness in her voice. “I’d say our little parlor child pulls more than the average prank, but I would need to meet him to decide how serious things are.

“The parlor child has been with him a long time. They attach themselves to children in need. We have no idea of his history. Until he becomes a full-fledged member of our family, we have to decide if we can put up with the dead, as well as the living, Jimmy-San.”

“I agree with that.” I stole a glance at the zashiki warashi. He was busy flitting about moving things around. Whatever turns him on, I suppose. I watched him moving Tem’s beautiful arrangement of hand-grown Glory of Mexico orchid away from its spot by the window.

Tem would have a meltdown if he saw it.

The zashiki warashi was having fun with his silly pranks. Then he began hissing back at the cat, now hiding on my lap. I felt bad for Moontime, whose heart thundered against my thigh.

“Some parlor children are quite harmless, but be aware they can do a few weird things to freak out strangers and guests to your home,” Blossom said.

“Weird like how?” I watched the ghost switch cushions on my sofa. Tem was a color-coordinating freak. He would go ballistic. I couldn’t see this situation ending well. If it was true that houses fell into decline when a zashiki warashi fled the premises, I didn’t like to think about what would happen to us. The Thunder family had been cursed long enough. I’d known two hundred years of pain until I met Tem.

“Are you there?” I asked Blossom, anxious because the line seemed to be dead.

“I’m here. Just checking my resources.”

“Some ancient oracle?” I asked. Tem had long been fascinated by some of the ancient, priceless objects in her home.

“Google, actually.” She paused. “Well, according to what I am seeing, the parlor children can cause music to play in the house. Are you familiar with the kagura style of music, Jimmy?”

“Yeah. As it happens, Clancy took us all to a performance at the Shinto temple in Chinatown. It’s traditional Japanese folk dance with cymbals, drums and flute.” I’d enjoyed watching the pretend warriors dancing with swords, fighting off demons and other evil entities. If I’d known the evening could presage future events, I’d have paid more attention.

“Be prepared for some of that music at odd hours. In rooms that are otherwise empty. Oh, and they are also fond of leaving their footprints in ashes for unsuspecting humans to see.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Tem adored his polished, koa wood floors. But if this was the extent of the zashiki warashi‘s pranks, we could live with them.

“I want to meet him,” Blossom said. “Pick me up in fifteen minutes,” she said.

Aye, aye, captain.

In the kitchen, Clancy was giving my sister a kiss so strong, it looked like a tonsillectomy. I could hear shrieks of joy coming from the living room. The zashiki warashi shimmered past me and returned to the children. I telepathed Tem who quickly joined us. I told them about my conversation with Blossom.

Tem’s expression turned fierce. “Tijlaug is a darling. He would never hurt Moontime.”

“What are those claw marks on your face and arms?” my sister asked.

“Moontime. He’s scared to death of Tijlaug.”

Tem hooked a finger into my shirt collar and dragged me closer. He kissed me then licked a couple of my wounds.

“Mmm, tasty,” he whispered, giving me another kiss.

He was a bigger blood freak than I ever had been, and he loved flying around at night with me in search of human prey. We’d dispatched quite a few Waikiki bad guys. Our favorites were thieves and drug dealers. We enjoyed returning purloined purses to tearful tourists and disbursed the dealers’ cash to homeless people up and down Rivers Street. We were a bit like Robin Hood’s merry men, only, as far as I’m concerned, a hell of a lot sexier.

“We’ll go get the old bat,” Clancy said.

“No, I think Tem and I should go. I got the feeling Blossom wanted to see me. We won’t be gone long. Will you be okay with the boys?”

“Sure,” Clancy said. “By the way, how come I can’t see the ghost? It’s not fair!”

Tem’s attention had been diverted. He swiveled his head toward the window. He narrowed his eyes. “Is that horse eating all my carrots?”

“Let’s deal with that when we get home,” I said. “We gotta fly.”

“Okay.” He smiled then. Flying is his favorite thing in the whole wide world. Second only to fucking, of course.

The sun was setting over Waikiki as we flew hand in hand toward Blossom’s swanky condo on Nu’uanu Avenue. There was a time in my life, two centuries in fact, when I couldn’t fly. I had no love. I was a cursed vampire. And I paid the man who cursed me a fortune to do a spell that ensured me a chance to fall in love again. I’d just about given up when I met Tem.

Until I loved him, I’d never known such depths of love were possible. He was all the missing parts and pieces in my life. I would be shipwrecked without him. He was the first man I was ever with, and he will be my last.

Flying for one such as me, is possible only when one is in love. In the early days of my relationship with Tem, we had to hold hands fast. Now we don’t need to. As long as we’re together, close to one another, we can fly. We still hold hands though, because really, we’re still a couple of lovesick saps.

We arrived at Blossom’s apartment building located at the official start of Chinatown on the corner of Nu’uanu and North Beretania Street. Chinatown has burned down twice in the last couple of hundred years, but not on her watch. She is the district’s matriarch and rules the oldest Chinatown in America like a bitch on opium. Which she is.

At least, she was seriously addicted to opium until she found love. I wasn’t sure about the man she was so crazy about, but Tem, bless him sees the good in everybody, even the creepy Siberio. He claimed to be a Native American shaman but he appeared whiter than white to me. He also says to be possessed of all kinds of abilities, but I’d never seen him display any of them.

He also admits to being forty.

So does she.

They’re both big, great, bloody liars.

I suppose you could say they are a match made in um, hell.

We took in the magnificent Pacific Ocean below us and the bustling Chinatown traffic. The dim sum and noodle bars seemed to be in heavy action, which was cool. Sometimes I think about the Chinatown I knew before this one and it hurts my heart. I lifted Tem’s hand to my lips and kissed it.

“I can smell barbecued pork from up here!” he shouted, the wind whipping his lovely, long black hair into his eyes. We landed with soft thuds at the double glass doors of Blossom’s lanai. All the lights were on inside, unfortunately.

She was stark naked, except for a couple of paper fans placed in strategic places. She was doing a dance for him in red high heels.

Blossom, naked, was worse than seeing her squeezed in one of her tight, embroidered evening columns.

“My eys! My eyes!”I gasped, covering them.

“Oh, she looks fabulous,” Tem cooed. “Not one dimple on her thighs. Imagine that. Over four hundred years old and no cellulite!”

He knocked on the doors and they soon opened. The heavy scent of perfume and stale incense wafted out to us. And garlic. So help me, what was it with humans and their mania for garlic. It gave me indigestion just catching a whiff of it.

“What a body.” Tem gave Blossom a wolf whistle.

“Thank you, Tem-san.”

Silence.

I could still hear Carole King singing I Feel The Earth Move on the stereo. A strange stripping song, to be sure.

Tem slapped at my left arm. I had no choice but to uncover my eyes and say, “Very nice.” If I were Pinocchio, I’d be in some serious, sad-ass trouble.

“I’m going to change, boys.”

I stole a glimpse of her ass as she waddled off to her room. I had to admit she was slim but I knew she’d had the fat sucked off everything. She’d become an opium addict to stop herself from eating. She’d lived on opium pebbles and miso soup for years. And, of course, blood.

Tem and I sat on the sofa opposite Siberio. I couldn’t see what Blossom liked about him. She tended to go for younger, Asian twinks she would pair off to please her. It always ended badly when they’d run off and leave her.

And then she met Siberio. He looked about fifty and I detected a whiff of Preparation H. I could see it under his eyes. He was using it to disguise puffiness. An old plastic surgeon’s trick, according to Tem.

Dressed head to toe in black, he dyed his hair often, keeping it long, which must have been difficult since he had major bald spots all over his head. He and Blossom met during some full moon ritual. He got her off drugs and forced her to get all her black teeth removed and replaced with implants. These played havoc with her vampire canines, but she somehow managed.

The bigger problem was Siberio himself. Though we were grateful he’d weaned Blossom off opium, we suspected he was after her money. She spent a fortune on him but it was a drop in the bucket of what I knew was a vast amount of money to her name.

I was determined to get to the bottom of who he was and what he wanted, but right now, I had a parlor child in my house and we had to get back there.

“How’s things?” he asked. It was there again. I could hear it.

So can I,” Tem telepathed.

He was referring to Siberio’s strange accent. He tried so hard to speak like an American but I knew he was from Eastern Europe. Hard to disguise it. In my worst moments, I told Tem he came from Transylvania, but he’s no vampire. I’m not sure why Blossom won’t turn him but maybe it’s for the best.

“I have a new album recorded,” he said.

Oh, Buddha.

He ran to the iPod dock and fiddled with it. The opening strains of some fake, tropical music emerged. His specialty was polka. Lord help me. The idiot had combined the two. Tropical polka. Oh yeah. Poor Blossom. She’d probably invested in the project and would think it was freakin’ amazing because of it.

Siberio began to sway to it, air playing an imaginary ukulele. I wanted to drop kick him over the balcony.

“Wonderful,” Tem said. “I love it!”

Was he freaking kidding me? Before I could ask, Blossom reappeared in a cloud of perfume that stung my eyes. From the fumes, she emerged in a peacock blue sheath Tem had made for her. Covered in Swarovski crystals, I knew she’d weigh a ton in it. I sighed. I’d have to talk to him about making her something lighter.

“I’m ready boys.”

She was Mae West with black, lacquered hair. Many years ago, Blossom had her almond-shaped eyes Westernized. She must have been beautiful before she messed with her face.

“How long will you be, petal?” Siberio asked.

“Not long. As a matter of fact, drive over in an hour and pick me up.” She flicked her wrist in his direction. I detected fury in his gaze, but he hid it quickly. I didn’t blame him. She’d dismissed him. We took off from the lanai. I turned to look as we hit the sky. He peered up at us from the window, an eerie expression on his face that reminded me of the zashiki warashi. It left me with an unsettled feeling that lasted all the way home.

Inside, the place was quiet. I didn’t see dead bodies anywhere, which I had to take as a good sign.

We walked into the kitchen. “I smell hamburgers.” Blossom took an appreciative sniff.

“Where is everybody?” Tem was apprehensive.

“I hear music.” Blossom dipped her finger into a bowl of shrimp in champagne marinade. “Mmm. Good.”

Oh, man. I could hear music, too.

We stepped into the living room and all hell seemed to have broken loose. Toys were everywhere. We ran from room to room calling for my sister and Clancy. We found them on their knees in the bathroom giving Keej a bath. I was stunned to see Akua sitting on the edge of the bath, kicking his feet in the foamy water.

A miracle,” Tem telepathed.

The zashiki warashi di dn’t appear to be in the bathroom.

“Everything okay?” I asked the girls. They glanced up at us, exhausted, but smiling.

“Great.” Something in Heavenly’s eyes spoke of something wrong.

“Take over,” she said to Clancy. She gave me a meaningful look. I gathered she wanted to talk and that was fine by me. Blossom was standing right behind me, a strange look in his eyes.

“Something’s not right,” the old lady said as soon as the three of us were alone in the kitchen.

“I’ll say.” Heavenly took a deep breath. “I don’t trust that entity. He pinched Keej really hard and made him cry. I couldn’t believe it.”

“What made him do that?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” She looked ashen. “He wouldn’t stop doing it until Clancy started playing her violin. That poor little kid was screaming.”

“That’s not right.” Blossom shook her head. “They’re not supposed to hurt children.” She looked around. “Where is he? I don’t sense him anywhere.”

“He vanished. I told him off but he’s still around. Keej seems better now. He says he loves Tijlaug.”

“I think I need to talk to Keej’s relatives,” I said. I wanted to know what had made these people give up a sweet little boy who was being terrorized by what was supposed to be a protective spirit.

There was no information on the paperwork I’d received from the children’s home. All the numbers I called there went to voicemail, but I called Martha on her cell phone. Martha had befriended us. She sighed when she took my call.

“Is everything okay?” she asked me.

“Not really. I mean, we’re looking after him but he just had an emotional outburst.”

“Just now?”

“Not long ago,” I said.

“He’s had them every day at the same time ever since we got him. I shouldn’t be doing this but this is his uncle’s number.” She rattled off the digits and I ended our call, quickly making another one to the uncle.

He answered on the second ring. I told him who I was and that we were looking after Keej.

“Oh,” the man said. His voice went to a frightened whisper. “I don’t want my wife to know I’m talking to you. She’s petrified that child will wind up back here. Please. Lose my number. Forget we ever spoke, but heed my warning. Get him out of your house. Now. He makes the kid from The Exorcist look like a model child. He does very bad things.”

The man hung up on me just as Tem walked into the room, a look of alarm on his face.

“Div. I can’t find Moontime anywhere. I’ve called him and called him. I can’t tune into him at all.” Tears fell from his eyes. “Something’s wrong. I just know it. He always comes when I call. I’m so afraid for him. When I try to tune into him all I see is…” His voice trembled. “All I see is blood.”

The front doorbell rang just as crazy music started playing around the house.

“Holy crap!” Tem said as he peered out of the window. “It’s Child Protective Services!”

Just when I didn’t think things could get worse, they did. Somebody began to scream. The knocks at the front door intensified as a woman in the house let out a blood-curdling, bone-chilling death wail.

“Holy crap!” Tem said as he peered out of the window. “It’s Child Protective Services!”

Just when I didn’t think things could get worse, they did. Somebody began to scream. The knocks at the front door intensified as a woman in the house let out a blood-curdling, bone-chilling death wail.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My hot new Christmas book is out today at Amber Allure! Santa San: A Japanese Christmas in Hawaii has lots of hot, tropical sex, fried chicken…and a real life honest-to-God restaurant owner called the Angry Korean Lady!

Purchase Link: http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/SantaSan.html

Koh Timura returns home to Honolulu for the holidays. It’s the first time he’s celebrated Christmas since his mother’s death years earlier. But unemployment and dealing with his stubborn dad and his extremely young stepmother doesn’t make Kohn feel especially merry and bright. His Japanese-born father is a traditionalist who likes to celebrate with the old country ways of doing things—fried chicken on the table and Santa-San bringing gifts to all.

But Koh soon learns that everybody deals with pain and loss in different ways. As he adjusts to being back in the islands, he encounters Adam Takagawa, the guy he loved all through high school. Will their passion flare again? Can some things broken really be fixed? Is sad and lonely Koh due a Christmas miracle after all?

Genres: Gay / Contemporary
Heat Level: 
Length: Novella (18k words)

purchase link: http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/SantaSan.html

MYSTERY in PARADISE

 

 

OUT TODAY! Pick up your Kindle copy here: http://tinyurl.com/lr2onzy – Paperback version coming soon!

Warm up with this hot new collection of Hawaiian mysteries as you contemplate post-Thanksgiving turkey and possible crowds at the mall, why not give YOURSELF a little gift? I am proud and pleased to announce that MYSTERY in PARADISE, featuring 13 tales of suspense – including my own Poi Dog – is available today on Amazon!

At $2.99 this huge and wonderful anthology was put together by the Hawaii branch of Sisters in Crime and I am thrilled to be a part of it. ALL proceeds will go to aid local island charities.

ALOHA!

From cozy mystery to classic crime, from gumshoe to urban noir, MYSTERY IN PARADISE is a collection of twisted, heart-pumping tales of suspense in all its guises. These 13 utterly unforgettable stories by 13 of the hottest authors to hit Hawai`i’s literary scene are sure to leave you with ‘chicken skin’ as they take you on a ride through the seamier side of Paradise.
Chinatown has always been good for a mystery. THE JOSS AT TABLE TWELVE is a traditional cozy. In THE CHINATOWN CONUNDRUM, a reporter gets the scoop on a bloodless corpse found in a back alley. In THE FACE by Greg Field, an off-duty HPD detective and a fourteen-year-old girl team up to investigate the murder of a homeless man beaten beyond recognition. A seemingly simple infidelity case soon turns deadly, in THE KAHALA CAPER.
THE MAN WITH THE BLACK FEET poses the question: What happens when a man is stripped of everything that makes him feel important—his career, his family, his health …? In POI DOG, a fraud examiner thinks it’s going to be a dreary day in Waikīkī, but appearances can be deceiving. LOVE SHACK questions the meaning of loyalty, the depth of love, and the seduction of greed. In ADRIFT ON KANEOHE BAY, a glorious day-sail takes a tack into a deadly enigma. In TOURISTS, islanders know no matter how romantic, you don’t swim at night. Mystery shows its humorous side in BAD HAIR DAY, when two pals take up the search for a missing Honda. GLORIA was the best. But what does that mean? Why did she die? In WAR, LOVE, FOOD, AND TRUST by Rose Mary Thompson, a woman works under cover to learn whether Honolulu restaurants are compliant with World War I conservation regulations. Psychological thriller FROSTED is the tale of a woman with an icy stare and a chilling secret.
MYSTERY IN PARADISE 13 Tales of Suspense will take you on a colorful trip around the islands, and show you a bit about Hawaiian culture, its people, and life in paradise. Enjoy!
Aloha from the anthology authors and editors: Lourdes Venard, Rose Mary Thompson, Lehua Parker, Bob Newell, Patricia Morin, Tyler Miranda, Rosemary and Larry Mild, A.J. Llewellyn, Laureen Kwock, Laurie Hanan, A K Gunn, Greg Field, and Gail M Baugniet

http://www.amazon.com/MYSTERY-PARADISE-13-Tales-Suspense-ebook/dp/B00GYL6FEE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1385615488&sr=1-1&keywords=Mystery+In+Paradise

 

The Camino is OUT NOW!

Available Now! All Romance Ebooks, Amazon Kindle and B and N/Nook:

Purchase links:

ARE https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thecamino-1335696-145.html

B and N http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-camino-a-j-llewellyn/1105529693?ean=2940149055661&cm_mmc=AFFILIATES-_-Linkshare-_-TnL5HPStwNw-_-10:1&r=1

Amazon Kindle http://www.amazon.com/The-Camino-ebook/dp/B00GDL1U40/

The Camino by A.J. Llewellyn!

An aspiring seminarian meets the man of his dreams on a walking tour of Spain. But how can he really be passionately in love with a man who has sold his soul to the devil?

know…handsome Jeb is a storm demon.

Each year thousands of people make a spiritual journey called The Camino, an ancient walk through Europe, crisscrossing through France, Portugal and Spain. When Antonio embarks on The Camino, he is one step away from becoming a transitional deacon, the final phase before becoming a priest, but feels his new-found desire for other men violates his chosen vocation. Even as he questions his ability to enter the religious life, his dreams are haunted by a handsome mysterious stranger who rouses his passions. On the journey he meets a fellow pilgrim, Jeb, who is questioning his own life and seeking answers. Jeb looks just like the man in his dreams…

Little does he know, the choices he needs to make in his heart are about to get more difficult…than he could ever have imagined. How can he, a man devoted to God’s work, possibly love a man who has sold his soul to the devil?

Publisher’s note: This book has been previously published, re-edited and re-released with Ai Press.

Just A Gigolo

Just A Gigolo is OUT NOW!!

 

Just A Gigolo
by A. J. Llewellyn
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-488-5 (Electronic)

Ricky Marcel’s been in LA for eleven months, struggling to prove his dad back home in Bourbon, Kansas, wrong. Very wrong. Ricky has the chops to make it as an actor. He proves it every day, charming not only his customers at the restaurant where he works, but also the numerous casting agents he sees for auditions.

When he’s called in to read for a super-secret series, Ricky’s stunned to find he’s on the fast track to a fake reality show about gay gigolos. He’s been in the closet so long he has no clue where the key is located. But the fancy Bel Air pad that comes with his job, not to mention the money, influence him to go for it.

Then there’s Drake Hardy, a mysterious figure who is not only incredibly sexy, but the show’s producer. The attraction between the two men is immediate. Yet Ricky becomes frightened when he learns that Drake is a Dom. Can Ricky not only be a whore on TV, but Drake’s personal sex slave as well?

What’s a guy to do when he’s just a gigolo?

Pick up your copy today – here! http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/JustGigolo.html

The Man and the Voice Behind Phantom Lover

By A.J. Llewellyn

They say in Hollywood that your career is made by those you meet, not your qualifications, resume…whatever.

Some years ago, I befriended the charismatic actor Don Scribner. He was not only handsome, bright, funny and thoughtful, but oh, so talented, too. We used to talk boxing (we’re both fans) and after a stellar turn in the movie, The Cooler, Don penned a one-man show called Two Rooms in the Valley, which remains the most impressive tour de force I’ve ever seen.

I still laugh as he describes his first big movie, Slave Girls From Beyond Infinity…and cringe with him thinking about the terrible date he had with a woman who turned her nose up at his apartment…his two rooms in the valley.

Don writes like he talks. So descriptive. So real.

I was so taken by his self-deprecation and the emotion and humor in his performance, that I booked him to re-stage it for my local library. I’d known Don a long time but it was something else to see the way he prepared himself weeks in advance for this single performance.

The old ladies who relied on me to book authors for the Distinguished Speaker Series had been enthralled with the huge-name authors I’d been able to bring to the library. They were wonderfully supportive of bringing Don in with his show. I’d seen it and they trusted me when I said it was riveting. I hoped we’d draw a good crowd but none of us expected a beyond-capacity audience.

Our poor security guy was fending off latecomers for the entire ninety minutes Don told us the story of his life and career in Hollywood. He drew the biggest crowd we’d ever had. I was so happy for him!

When I wrote Phantom Lover and it was published, Don read it. He was very accepting of my choice to write M/M and very encouraging about my work. He said some beautiful things about my writing and the language…you know, the stuff authors long to hear.

Then he blew me away by offering to do the audio version of Phantom Lover. I was stunned.

Don did his usual impeccable preparation. He sat down with me in our favorite coffee shop and he asked me for exact pronunciation of all the Hawaiian words. He has a gorgeous voice and absolutely killed it in the recording of this sensual story.

Don is straight. I mention this because he didn’t balk at the full-on dialogue. When he finished recording the book, my brother put the chapters together, condensed and mixed it and I got some royalty-free music which he used at the beginning, between the chapters and at the end.

The final product was sensational. I gave it to my publisher at the time who put it on her website and Fictionwise. Then Fictionwise abandoned audio books and the audio book languished. Don asked me to give him a “character name” for his voice work.

And I did. We called him Donnie Don Don.

I finally found a great home for the audio book at Silver Publishing, with a fantastic new cover. I hope we have huge sales!

But I digress…

Don is finally allowing me to bring him out of the shadows and to identify him as THE VOICE!

Don Scribner is one of the most underrated actors in Hollywood.  He’s having a huge surge work-wise and you can look forward to seeing him in the leading roles in the movies The Guide, Appleton, Newark County, and a bunch of other roles as well.

I hope we’ll also be seeing him in the movie version of his astonishing book, Who Killed Love, which has just been published.

 

It’s one of the finest books I’ve ever read. I’d say it’s a literary mystery with fantastic lines on every page.

I wish I’d written this book, but I didn’t.

To help my friend celebrate his huge achievement (he’s working on the sequel now) we’re offering  a special 20% discount on purchases of Who Killed Love. To sweeten the deal, if you purchase the book, I’ll send you a FREE audio copy of Phantom Lover.

What you need to know:

A synopsis for Who Killed Love:

Harlan “Harley” Saltz is a writer with a problem. He’s invited to a wedding. Weddings make Harley nervous. Especially when the bride is the woman he still loves…and she’s marrying another man.

Harley notices the details, the small moments that make up a minute, an hour, a single day. Losing Teri was his decision because, frankly, he couldn’t afford to keep her in the style in which they both feel she should be accustomed.

Life is full of ironies. She’s like the tax man, she gave and took. For example, she was the one who put the greeting card program on his trusty computer. He takes a long time to compose a proper wedding card for her. After all, what do you say to a woman who still has your heart but is walking down the aisle with some other guy?

And she took. Oh, yeah. She took. The love she gave to him…who killed it?

You can read an extended synopsis here:

http://whokilledlove.com/about-the-book/

To purchase it with a special discount code, go here:

https://www.createspace.com/4365039
20% discount code: HZFUM95W
Electronic format:
Send me a copy of  your online receipt/purchase confirmation and I will send you your audio book!

Back to School – You Could Win $100

By A.J. Llewellyn

I’m participating in a blog hop featuring a ton of great authors. I’ll make some fascinating points…or attempt to anyway, and all you have to do is comment for the chance to win a $100 Amazon gift card!

It’s that time of the year when my brothers, cousins and assorted friends heave a sigh of relief and return their kidlets to school. Me, I fret when my dog is at the groomer’s for a couple of hours. Thank God my cats don’t go anywhere!

We do, in our country sort of take education for granted. Right now, there are kids all over the world denied an education – especially girls – so in this new school year, let’s be mindful of our freedoms to learn, to read, to write and to dream.

Having said that, I am offering up two FREE e-books. One copy of each of my upcoming re-released  Honeybone series books, Honeybone and Creed, newly updated, edited and with fancy-pants covers, coming to Amber Allure on September 5. There are two more books in the series, which will be released next year and then I’ll be writing more!

Dean Honeybone is a US Marshal who escorts a serial killer to Australia when their plane crashes. Only two people survive: Honeybone and Kaia Pendleton, a five-year old Aboriginal girl sitting in the seat across the aisle, whom Honeybone rescues.

When the dust settles, each body is recovered, except for the serial killer…is he alive? Is he dead? Honeybone, US Marshal won’t rest until he learns the truth.

I did a lot of research on these books and I love Dean and his emerging lover, Jean-Luc Sebastien. We could all benefit from the kind of loving Jean-Luc gives his man. Ah…at least he’s there in my dreams!

To qualify to win these books, simply leave a comment on this post. And don’t forget to enter the raffle for the $100 card – link below – and also please visit the blogs of the participating authors listed below:

Visit contributing authors and win free ebooks.

1. Allison Cassatta 8. V.L. Locey 15. Kendall McKenna – Love and Dog Tags
2. Tracey Steinbach 9. Eden Winters 16. Iyana Jenna
3. Remmy Duchene 10. P.D. Singer 17. Sharita Lira
4. A.J. Llewellyn 11. Madison Parker 18. Charley Descoteaux
5. Tara Lain 12. S.A. Garcia 19. Elinor Gray
6. DC Juris 13. Deanna Wadsworth 20. Morticia Knight
7. Jeff Erno 14. Sherrie Henry 21. H.B. Pattskyn

 

 


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Vampires Invade Waikiki!

They’re Baaaaack!

The first two books in my Waikiki Vampire series are out NOW! The entire series, plus some new books are being published by Amber Allure.

A Vampire in Waikiki can be found here:

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/VampireWaikiki.html

Gay-for-pay porn star Jimmy Thunder doesn’t just have a double life, he’s got three. Just when he thinks he has all his big secrets under control, he discovers mind-blowing sex and the emerging feelings of true love with his gay co-star, Angelis. And it’s no fluke. These guys just can’t keep their hands off each other, doing unscripted, hot sex scenes that thrill their director, but for Jimmy, it’s actually one more problem he doesn’t need.

His most recent ex-girlfriend claims she’s pregnant, his current girl is fighting deportation, and just what is that deadly entity lurking in Angelis’ second bedroom? Jimmy knows an otherworldly monster when he feels one. And he ought to know, because Jimmy’s a vampire. Sleeping by day, hiding at night, Jimmy’s many secrets are about to collide in the sinister, dark side of tropical Waikiki few visitors ever see.

NOTE: This book was previously published under the ISBN: 978-1-55487-133-9. This reissued version of the book has been reedited.

 

A Vampire Christmas can be found here:

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/VampireChristmas.html

Waikiki vampires Tem and Jimmy Thunder are happily undead and married, about to celebrate Christmas when their cat Moontime brings an unusual treasure to the door…a baby in a box. But this is no cute, cuddly kid. It’s a demon baby with red eyes and razor sharp teeth. Jimmy, hopelessly besotted with his hot and sexy husband, sees his new life of man-on-man fun being wrecked by this snarling, spitting, forked-tongued little incubus that has apparently won Tem’s heart.

With half of Waikiki’s wacky residents coming to Christmas dinner, what’s a devoted husband to do? Jimmy calls in all kinds of favors to figure out the identity of the kid, how he got to them, and how to ensure this will be a merry—not marred—Vampire Christmas.

NOTE: This book was previously published under the ISBN: 1-55487-203-0. This reissued version of the book has been reedited.

Books Galore!

Hey Gang, it’s been a wonderful couple of days with two new releases!

Man in the Mirror, sequel to the bendy, twisty twin thriller, Mirrors  I wrote with the amazing D.J. Manly was released and it’s zooming up the best-selling chart at Silver Publishing. Here’s the link: https://spsilverpublishing.com/man-in-the-mirror-ebook-p-1504.html?zenid=a78040a946919d19c2ac4dabeff3879d

Here’s the synopsis:

David was his first, and nothing will stand in his way to get back what belongs to him. Nothing!

Four years ago things had been very different. In trouble with the mob and suicidal, Aaron’s twin brother, Troy, needed to get rid of his life. So he’d handed it over to Aaron. And when Aaron’s impersonation of his twin brother was revealed, Aaron feared losing the man he loved, his brother Troy’s husband, gorgeous personal trainer, David Alvarez. But by some miracle, David had fallen in love with Aaron, realizing that Aaron was good and true, the contrast to his twin, and there was forgiveness. When Troy’s insane plot to let his twin take the fall of his screwed up life unraveled and it appeared Troy’s life was over, Aaron had hope that his life with David could truly begin.

Aaron and David now run a B & B on a beautiful Hawaiian island and life is great until the handsome and charming Randy Carlton buys the house down the beach from them. From the onset, Randy Carlton gives Aaron the feeling that he wants David. And he does.

Randy Carlton has gone to great lengths to get back what he considers to be his. He intends to let nothing stand in his way. He will have David at all costs… even if he has to kill to do it.

Don’t miss the exciting sequel to Mirrors by best-selling authors A.J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manly!

CONTENT ADVISORY: This title contains moderate to extreme BDSM content.

– See more at: https://spsilverpublishing.com/man-in-the-mirror-ebook-p-1504.html?zenid=a78040a946919d19c2ac4dabeff3879d#sthash.WfqV2n70.dpuf

 

Speaking of D.J. we both have new books out with Amber Allure. Check out our Gay Gothic romances released with the Gothics Galore  PAX anthology – here are the five wonderful stories listed here. They all look so cool! Check out these reads by Lynn Lorenz, D.J. Manly, Deirdre O’Dare, Darcy Abriel and me!

Here’s the link: http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/

And here is the link and synopsis for my story, Shattered by Fate inspired by Victoria Holt’s On the Night of the Seventh Moon:

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/ShatteredByFate.html

Elvis Summers and his writing partner Holt have scored a fantastic gig—spending two months in romantic Buenos Aires while researching their old TV idol, Guy Williams, famous for playing Zorro and the futuristic, perfect father in Lost in Space.

What made Williams fall so deeply in love with Argentina that he gave up his acting career to move there in the mid 70s?

For years, the actor remained an icon as Zorro in Argentina, even though he died alone and under mysterious circumstances in his apartment in the lush neighborhood of Recoleta. As Elvis and Holt retrace the actor’s footsteps, history and gothic romance seep into their souls. Elvis meets a hot local named Joaquin, a man with his own secrets and apparent fears. Elvis falls hard and fast for the sexy porteño, but after scorching nights of passion, Joaquin inexplicably vanishes.

Elvis desperately searches for him even as Holt tries to convince him that Joaquin was obviously not interested, and that residents of Joaquin’s apartment building claim no such man exists.

Feeling the ghost of Guy Williams accompanying him on his sometimes-frightening search, Elvis is determined to find the man he came to adore. Or will he, like TV’s Zorro, find himself shattered by fate?

 

Happy reading!

 

Aloha oe,

 

A.J.

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