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OUT TODAY! Book 2 in my WWII Pearl Harbor Series…
Tinder McCartney thought he left behind his life as a gay male prostitute but soon learns returning to his old life may be the only way to save the man he loves…Tinder McCartney and his lover, Jason Qui, are adjusting to life in war-torn Hawaii following the attack on Pearl Harbor. Settling at first in Maui with Tinder’s father, they go back to Honolulu to meet with members of the new military government regarding their plans to blow up a major access road in Lahaina that would leave the islanders in Maui stranded and without access to much-needed shipments coming into the island.

Back in Honolulu, Tinder and Jason are dismayed to see how much their beloved home has changed in just a few short weeks. Jason accepts a dangerous sea mission feeling that as a Chinese immigrant, he needs to prove his loyalty to the US. He and the crew of the ship disappear, and are presumed to have been taken by Japanese forces.

Tinder must decide what to do to help his lover. When presented with the opportunity to return to his old way of life in exchange for information that will help him rescue his lover, he must decide how far he is willing to go to heal his gypsy heart and save the man he loves…

Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series

TODAY ONLY!! I am giving away a free copy of Gypsy Heart and the first book in the series, Vagabond Heart to one lucky winner at Reviews by Jessewave! Enter the draw to win!

Restoring My Faith

By A.J. Llewellyn


I hired a friend to restore a fallen-down closet two weeks ago and the results have been a close disaster. I am nowhere near getting this thing finished and I am in despair it will ever get done. My friends and loved ones keep asking, “Is it done?” and I am trying my best not to have a meltdown.
The problem is I’ve never spent so much money before and I know how many books I had to sell to save the money to do this project. Not that I had a choice, since the closet fell apart. The top shelf came down, the clothes pole fell…I just wanted those things fixed, then the closet doors came of their rungs. Mind you, they are forty years old (as old as me!) so they were bound to start falling apart (like me!).


I got a couple of estimates and I try not to think how much better those contractors might have been..especially the guy who came up with the idea of creating extra shelf space. I gave the work instead to a dear friend who needed the work.


Yep, my contractor is a close friend…or, at least I thought so. Now I feel taken advantage of. I feel like Murphy Brown with Eldin, the house painter who wouldn’t go away. Except I suspect Eldin smelled a little better.
I think this has been a good lesson in something…not sure what. I know it’s interfered with my productivity and probably ruined a 20-year friendship. Yeah, yeah, friends and money don’t mix they say, but I happen to have great working relationships with friends who are my co-writers, etc.
They don’t however, hang out in my bedroom taking ten years to add a few shelves and a pole to a closet. Nor do they spend mysterious amounts of time doing God-knows-what in the bathroom.
Actually, my dad reminded me on the phone last night of an old Australian movie called, The Plumber. Ivar Kants, a wonderful, underused Aussie actor plays a malevolent plumber who arrives to work on a woman’s bathroom, then ruins her home. And her life.
“Be nice,” my father warned.
I will…but my faith in this experience has started to be restored. I’m coming up with my own ideas for revenge. On paper that is. I can kill the guy and not get arrested for it. I can kill him…in a closet!!
How about you? Any of you had experiences bad enough you get revenge via fiction?
Aloha oe,

Beyond Inspiration: The Malasada Season

By A.J. Llewellyn
One of the questions authors get asked a lot is, “What inspires you to write?” For me, it’s the sights, sounds and smells of cooking. Food inspires me more than a sunset…er, I mean that the other way around.
Aw, heck. Who am I kidding?
It’s food, glorious food and I write certain scenes eating certain types of food. For example, sex scenes and chocolate go well together. Cake and sex – fabuloso!
I like candy, too. Gummi bears and Good and Plenty are excellent, serviceable foods that won’t grease up the keyboard as I write the body of my stories.
But for pure, total spiritual pleasure beyond inspiration, I can’t look past the humble malasada. I’ve been known to go to great lengths to get my paws on a malasada. That isn’t easy on the mainland. In Hawaii, malasadas are fully available since they are a staple there. Malasada trucks abound. Even supermarkets sell these no-hole chunks of donut-style Portuguese sugary goodness.
In Kapahulu on the island of Hawaii, Leonard’s Bakery makes nothing but malasadas. They open at the crack of dawn and pound out boxes of the stuff.
But there’s no Leonard’s here and memories are not enough…
Like a hungry croc, I lie in wait each year for the mainland version of Leonard’s. Finally, thank God, Malasada Season has hit the mainland.
I’m talking specifically about the plethora of Hawaiian festivals that spring up from May until Labor Day weekend in September in California.
I’ve had bad luck in the past couple of years with Malasada Season. I’ve been to festivals where they were no malasadas, or the machines broke down, or the cooks became overwhelmed with orders.This year, I wasn’t going to be thwarted.
Last Saturday, I drove all the way to Santa Fe Springs, bright and early for the kick-off Hawaiian Festival. I followed my nose to the food stalls and found the malasada lady.
“I’m not taking orders for 45 minutes,” she said. “The oil is just getting warmed up.”
45 minutes? I grumbled and groaned but walked around looking at the Hawaiian souvenirs, quilts, books etc. on display, and counted the minutes until I could go back and order.
“Oh, sorry,” she said. “I’m already swamped with orders.”
“How?” I gasped. “You said you weren’t taking any orders yet.”
She looked sheepish. “Try me in half an hour.”
I remained nice because I have a policy of being nice to anyone handling my food. You don’t want people spitting in it, ya know?
I returned half an hour later. Still no joy. It tortured me to see people eating these big pieces of puffy goodness…knowing I’d been the first to arrive and yet, somehow the only one to miss out.
I began to think it was a conspiracy and I went back to lurk around the malasada stall but other people were being turned away, too.
I never did get my malasadas. I waited for about two hours, a sad statement about my severe addiction. Or perhaps too, my need for an actual life.
Not to worry, there’s another festival in San Dimas June 10 and 11. I’ll be there and this time, I won’t take no for an answer.
How about you? What’s your serious food-writing addiction?
Aloha oe,

A Change of Heart

By A.J. Llewellyn

I need help! Normally titles comes to me, whether they end up being good or bad, but for the third and final book in my M/M, WWII Pearl Harbor series I need help in coming up with the title.
Gypsy Heart, the sequel to my best-selling first book, Vagabond Heart, will be published June 13 by Total-e-Bound.
The title of the book, Vagabond Heart, fit the story of Tinder McCartney, a Honolulu gay male prostitute in WWII who finds love with his client, Jason Qui, on the eve of the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Gypsy Heart, the second story in these men’s lives came to me easily. Although their relationship and commitment to one another deepen, the ravages of war take their toll on their lives. Jason makes the heartbreaking decision to undertake a secret mission for the US – a mission that actually did occur in real life.
In the third book, I want to convey that they are together at last and that their love is eternal. I tossed around ideas like Eternal Heart, Forever Heart…I even thought about Purple Heart, but maybe some of you have some ideas?
The winning entry will get a free ebook copy of Gypsy Heart when it comes out June 13. If you don’t have Vagabond Heart, you’ll get that, too. You will also get a thank you in the final book (publication date November, 2011) and a copy of that book, too.
So, please help me…and may the best title win!

Aloha oe,


Romeo and Julius


Romeo and Julius

 A new M/M Paranormal Romance by A.J. Llewellyn

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Julius snapped up the job of Romeo’s dreams…can these star-crossed men get past this to fulfill a different kind of dream?

Synopsis: Romeo Quiles has accepted a job online in lush and sunny Kauai. However, upon his arrival in the Hawaiian Islands, he discovers the job is a scam. The company that hired him has emptied his bank accounts and he must scramble to either return home to Cupertino, California, and certain unemployment, or to give paradise a chance.

 He’s thrilled when he lands another job, ironically at the same resort hotel used by the scam artists to lure him to Hawaii. Except that Romeo’s fallen for hotter than hot Julius who just took on the job Romeo wanted – and he’s not a very nice boss. To top it off, there’s secrets. Secrets galore. There’s ancient fire knife dancing, mysterious chants and old blind man Romeo comes to cherish but love rips at his heart. Can Romeo and Julius break the curse that separates them? Or will they wind up apart?   

For My PHANTOM LOVER fans – Kimo and Lopaka make a special guest appearance in this story!

Special Offer May 15th ONLY! Buy Romeo and Julius and I will give you ANY Phantom Lover series book you want FREE – including the spin-off series Children of the Rainbow. Send me your online receipt to and I will send you a pdf copy of the book of your choice!

The Big 4-Oh

By A.J. Llewellyn
So I hit the big 4-0 today and I have mixed feelings. On the one hand, to be really, really, really honest, I didn’t think I would still be there. My brothers and I have struggled with the fact that one by one we have all passed D-day, which is the age of 37, the age our mother was when she died.
We are, thank God, healthy and cancer-free and to some extent we all feel guilty that there was no cure for colon cancer when she became gravely ill. I recently had a conversation with both my brothers who, like me, secretly thought we wouldn’t make it to the big 4-0…now I’m here, I feel like we have each been handed a gift. I know all three of us live each day like it’s the last one on earth. We truly do.
People ask about my prolific work ethic and I think that it’s partly to do with the short-life-phobia but more than anything it is just an endless thank you to the universe for allowing my passion for writing to be realized.
I have been so blessed to be a published author and to have been able to connect with so many readers and writers online who, like me, also have a passion for books.
I can’t help feeling that even though I am starting to feel aches and pains, can no longer indulge my obsession with ice cream and cornflakes for breakfast and I am starting to forget where I left the car keys…I am here. I am alive and I am writing and listening to music, I have the most awesome romantic partner ever, the best dog on four legs, two handsome, amazing cats…and I have the big 4-0.
I want to thank all my readers and fellow authors who have reached out to me over the last four years. I hope you still do even though I am officially middle-aged.
Anyone else noticing changes with the passing of years? What thing do you hate most? Please leave a comment and I’ll be giving away a free paperback of my new book The Love God of Indian Frybread.
Aloha oe,

The Love God of Indian Frybread

Ever Beleno just met an older man…about two thousand years older!

By A.J. Llewellyn

Several months ago I had afternoon tea with my friend Rosie and a bunch of other people who plan esoteric day trips that had, up until this occasion never really inspired my romance novels. They were, however a much needed diversion from my computer.
Somebody casually mentioned the Mummies of the World exhibit and I was excited to join the group planning a trip there.
I asked Rosie if she wanted to go.
“Oh, no.” She actually shivered. “I’d be too afraid of something following me home.”
Dear, darling, Rosie. She inspired what has become my latest novel, The Love God of Indian Frybread.
In it, Ever Beleno, a Hollywood archivist, goes to the exhibit and is followed home by the spirit of an ancient Egyptian priest.
I went to the exhibit myself, stunned by the crush of people. I’d never heard of the Science Museum up until that day and it was an effort to get a closer look at all the mummies. I’d had no idea that Egypt wasn’t the only country to mummify people, and/or animals. The exhibit is macabre but fascinating. I had trouble with the mummified dogs, cats, monkeys and lizards etc…but in the back of my mind came the idea:
Ever Beleno just met an older man…about two thousand years older!
The story took shape quickly once I set on how I would tell my tale. I did some research into Egyptian pharaohs and also used a roommate I once had who collects Hollywood memorabilia from studio dumpsters and combined the two.
Every dumpster dive depicted is true and my mate John has the actual Lost in Space spaceship in his living room. Many years ago when we shared digs, you couldn’t get past the damned thing it took up so much er…space.
He was fond of inviting strangers over to look at his finds. I woke up one night to a lot of noise and found actor Christian Slater in our living room. I think he was a little bemused by it all, but he was apparently a huge sci-fi fan and once people got a close look at that space ship, they knew they were seeing something special.
John even had a massive gun prop from the British series Red Dwarf he hijacked from a dumpster in London. Try getting on board a plane with a five-foot weapon in this post 9/11 era.
It was fun to visit old Hollywood and recall my fondness for its history for The Love God of Indian Frybread. There are many of us who are passionate about the old stars, the old time movies and Hollywood legend.
I took my niece and nephew to Universal Studios during the writing of this book and in what was a clear case of serendipity, we rode that manic roller coaster The Mummy’s Revenge, which gave me my final piece to the book’s puzzle.
Of course, I wanted to write down verbatim what the mummy shrieks on the ride and had no trouble convincing the kids to go on it a second time. But these are, after all, the same kids who have forced me to sit through multiple viewings of the Disney movie The Hunchback of Notre Dame many times in a single weekend.
Going on a ride twice? Easy peasy.
Thanks to Amber Allure, The Love God God of Indian Frybread is out now in ebook form and soon to be released in paperback.
Please leave a comment to qualify for a paperback copy of the book!
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Aloha oe,


  EIVISSA has hit the beach!!

  A New M/M tale from A.J. Llewellyn

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When an amnesiac man capsizes on the shores of Spain’s sun-kissed island of Eivissa, bar owner Demetrio Reyes thinks he’s found his someone…or has he?

Synopsis: Demetrio has found the good life, putting his devastating past behind him and investing his hard-earned money into a gay bar on the island of Ibiza, or as the locals insist on calling it, Eivissa. With celebrities and other stunning beautiful men roaming the hot-spot island, Demetrio thinks he’s found a slice of heaven. When a strange man’s small boat capsizes in the Mediterranean, once he’s rescued, he seems to be attracted to Demetrio.

The man however, has amnesia. He has no memory of his name, his life and has no ID. His boat is registered to a Philip Gordon but the handsome stranger says he doesn’t think it’s his name. After picking the name Océano, the Spanish word for the sea, he and Demetrio begin an impassioned affair that soon turns disastrous. Océano may not be amnesiac. He may not be the good guy he seems to be and…he may not even be gay.

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By A.J. Llewellyn

I had a visit recently from my cousin whose husband John vanished 14 years ago, It was a heart-breaking, tragic case and it has often haunted me. When his skeletal remains were discovered a year after his disappearance deep in the Australian bush, I went to visit the site and to this day I wonder how and why he wound up in such a lonely, and to me, frightening place.

His widow, my lovely cousin, has gone on to live a productive life but I see that she is still pining for him. True love is like that. It never dies. True love is forever and love is stronger than death.

His passing has been shocking even to this day because we still don’t have answers. Why do some men vanish? What happens in their minds that they lose their way and we in turn, lose them?

I’ve thought about this a lot and it led to my writing Eivissa, my new M/M romance book which comes to eXtasy Books on April 15, which is a much lighter, brighter story. I set it in the sunny, spectacular Spanish island of Ibiza or, as the locals prefer, Eivissa. The story of a man washing up on Eivissa’s sunny shores in an amnesiac state has a much happier outcome than John’s story.

It is perhaps, one of the most emotional books I’ve written, because I feel his spirit as I tell a little of his tale. Men have a hard time committing their emotions to words. Men have a hard time admitting they need help.

In Australia, at the time of his vanishing, it was a shameful thing to admit to any kind of mental illness or emotional trouble that might require actual therapy. None of us know exactly what troubled John, a newlywed who shared a passion for reading, hiking in all forms of nature and surfing with his wife.

I see the questions still linger in her mind and I wish I could alleviate her pain. At least she found him and was able to lay him to rest. The terrible things she imagined might have been happening to him never did. According to the coroner, though no exact cause of death could be determined due to his advanced state of decomposition, his body was fully clothed. He was found lying face down and the front of his uniform was still clean and intact. He believes John died shortly after taking a train to the end of the line and walking into the bush. He had no food or water and the coroner believes John died of exposure.

I try not to think how long he sat there…how long did he wrestle with his demons before he succumbed?

Some men just leave us and we never find them again. Statistics show that is predominantly men who develop amnesia and wander around in a fugue state. My feelings about why this is the case are for the reasons I suggest.

Some of us need to learn to talk. Some of us need to ask for help. If you know someone who you think seems depressed or anxious, please, talk to him. Give him some time. You might just help him find an answer or two. Or at least give him hope.

Aloha oe,




WAIT FOR NIGHT a new SHORT BOOK in the AMBER ALLURE  Crime And Punishment AmberPax™ Collection is out NOW!

Former soap opera star Sean Castro has hated every second of the sensational trial at which he is the reluctant center. Being stalked and hunted, terrorized, kidnapped, tortured and raped by Justin Montgomery has left him in a despair that only a guilty verdict can lift.

When the jury reaches an impasse and a mistrial is declared, Sean feels victimized all over again. Unable to sleep, afraid of night, the mistrial takes its toll on Sean and his supportive father and brother. Though the Assistant DA is adamant he will file new charges, Sean worries about the effect a new trial and increased media scrutiny will have on both his own health and his father’s. Then he starts receiving the mysterious “Wait for Night” text messages Montgomery always sent him. Petrified, he needs to escape the confines of the small Northern California town of Gilroy famous for garlic, and now, thanks to him, gay rape.

Sean finds salvation in the form of his long-lost cousin Theoni. She lives in the ancient Peloponnese region of Greece and invites Sean and his family to visit. They jump at the chance, with Sean and his brother learning about their mother, who died when they were toddlers. Reconnecting with their mother’s sister and family, they find so much to love and celebrate in the tiny village of Akrata, including, for Sean, the possibility of a new romance.

But terror isn’t far behind. The mysterious messages keep coming, and once again, Sean is a man living in mortal terror…

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