Author, A. J. Llewellyn

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SYNOPSIS:

(Book 1 of The Last Warrior series)

When Lio’s lover Maks cheats on him, he’s forced to give up what he thought was an idyllic romance, including their stunning, scenic Waikiki apartment. He rents a house on the other side of the island that has magical views, so why is it so cheap?

He soon becomes haunted by dreams in which a fearsome yet sexy Hawaiian man begs him to rescue him from the garden. Lio is certain he’s going nuts, until one night in the midst of a tropical rainstorm, he follows the man’s urgings and digs a hole in the yard.

And there, he finds a gigantic, ancient stone statue with scary eyes, a statue that soon gives Lio the power of The Last Warrior…

NOTE: This story was previously published with the ISBN: 978-1-61495-823-9. This reissued version of the story has been revised and reedited.

Genres: Gay / Fantasy / Witchcraft / Magic / Paranormal / Series
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Novella (37k words)

 EXCERPT:

…Kord was giving me so many mixed signals, or so I thought. Sometimes he reached out to me, then pulled his hand away. I was certain he was staring at my mouth in a hungry way. I sure as hell wanted him to kiss me. He smiled at me a lot. Maybe he was being kind, but I felt certain we were on a date. When he took me to his own home, I didn’t think I was wrong. His beach cottage sat right on the reef, and I was stunned by his uninterrupted view of the ocean.

Kord’s life seemed to be straight out of my childhood. Everything on the walls and sideboards was found art. He’d discovered gigantic shells, sea glass balls, bleached pieces of driftwood that almost looked like antlers. He’d even made a hammock out of an old fisherman’s net.

He showed me his home office, which took up most of the space. He pointed to the garage. “That’s where I build stuff.”

I had a sense he didn’t bring many people here. I almost felt glad I didn’t see any chick stuff. His home spoke of a solitary existence.

“Take a seat.” He pointed outside. I swung in one of the aged rocking chairs on the lanai as he brought me a beer. Longboard. My favorite.

“You had a recent breakup, too,” I said. “Isn’t that what you told Marcella?”

“Sure. It never works out for me with women.” He scowled.

“Why’s that? You’re a great guy. Handsome, hard-working—”

“Thanks. That’s part of the problem. I love to work.”

The words swayed between us like a coconut palm. “I have a hard time with women because…because…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t want me to know he was bi. I sensed he didn’t want to give me ideas. It was okay. I didn’t need any. I was too busy licking my own wounds and couldn’t have handled any confusion.

When he dropped me home and kissed me on the lips, I felt my spirit and my body reacting.

“Have a great night,” he said, then watched as I let myself inside Dad’s house.

As I closed and locked the door behind me, I felt something shifting. I couldn’t explain it as I leaned with my back against the blue stained-glass mermaid and felt her coolness seep into my hot skin.

Aaaahhh…something had changed. Something good. I touched my lips. We’d had a great date. No, not a date. He was being kind.

So why did he kiss me?

We’d had a swell time. A gentle time. I hadn’t had such a sweet evening with a man in a very long time. When I’d cleaned my teeth, I fell into bed. I could almost feel his dark hair on my face, his lips on mine. I tasted salty tears. Yeah…something was changing. I didn’t know what.

I dreamed of fishermen’s nets, mad laughter, and mud.

At around three o’clock in the morning, I awoke from a strange dream.

No. They were not coming back. I wouldn’t allow them to come back. Not the dreams. Not those ones. I closed my ears to the voices whispering…

Remember…remember…

I worked very hard to forget. To think of nothing but the soft press of Kord’s lips, wishing for more. So much more…

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