Can you please tell us about your latest/upcoming book(s)?
Hi Dawn, thanks so much for having me here again! Last time I talked about ‘Ailani, the first book in my new Last Warrior series. This time I’m here to talk about book 2 in the series, Palehua. There are three books in the series and I’ve just completed edits on Makahiki, the third and final instalment. It was a little bit sad! I love the characters in this series and it’s so hard to say good-bye.
In Palehua, Lio is adjusting to life as a Hawaiian superman, called upon by ancient powers to right wrongs at the most awkward moments, such as when he’s in bed with his lover, Kord. It’s got mystery, magic, and a woman dropping from the sky right on top of his vehicle. There’s even a kitchen sink in the story!
How did you come with the idea for this story?
The idea was born one day when I was visiting the
in Bishop Museum . The
curator and I were talking and she showed me this funny little statue that was
different from all the others. Kaneikokala is an
old Hawaiian fishing god. How his statue came to be at the museum has become an
island legend, and from that, my series was born. I’m attaching a photo here
for your readers! Honolulu
Who is your ultimate "book boy/girlfriend"? You know, that hottie you read about and drool over.
Mr. Rochester from Jane Eyre. He’s not a contemporary hero but an eternal one, and I love him!
Who is your Celebrity crush? And what would you do if you ever meet them?
My celebrity crush is actor Thomas Gibson from Criminal Minds. I’ve loved him since I saw him in Dharma and Greg. I actually did meet him once in
West Los Angeles. I was
driving and got lost and he was getting into his car and I asked him if he knew
where the street was that I was looking for. It was December last year and I
was frantic. He used his cell phone to Google the address. He was so kind and
sweet, and showed me the map on his phone. I never let on I knew who he was -
of course - and was so addled by the experience I forgot his directions!
If you could collaborate with another author on a secret project, who would you pick to work with and why?
I would pick D.J. Manly, my frequent collaborator and one of the best authors in the world. I am proud and lucky to say we have plenty of secret projects lined up. So stay tuned! Please check out my website for updates and thanks once again for having me here, Dawn! xx
Palehua: The Last Warrior Book 2, now available for pre-order here: http://tinyurl.com/o7dsmp3
Lio Paikai, reincarnated warrior of the lost Hawaiian kingdom, finds trouble in paradise. The old island gods demand Palehua from his family: blood sacrifice.
Lio Paikai is adjusting to both his new, extremely passionate relationship with his lover, Kord Ashley, and his status as 'Ailani,the reincarnated, loyal warrior who fought for the last king of the
Hawaiian islands Oahu and Maui. Having severed his ties with his mother,
Kalani, Lio grows closer to his father and his new family, but Kalani won't
leave them alone.
Violating a restraining order of protection, she is arrested. Hours later, when Lio accompanies his stepmother to a birthing class, a strange woman falls from the sky landing on the hood of his SUV. Old wounds, old curses, and the demand for retribution threaten to destroy his entire family. Lio must uncover the identity of the fallen woman and soon learns her heartbreaking connection to his mother and the damage it has caused Kalani her entire life. Lio must right an ancient wrong and appease the old island gods that demand an immediate Palehua: blood sacrifice.
One hour and five minutes later, we walked out of the house. Marcella kept assuring me I'd done very well as she held my arm. My back, neck, and shoulders ached. I'd had to act out giving birth to a baby-doll while Marcella pretended to be my birthing partner.
I felt sorry for my dad. The way she'd screamed at me gave me every indication that she would be a real Nazi in the delivery room.
I was in total panic. I'd had to pretend to give birth to the fake baby so that I empathizedwith Marcella's process, but found the experience so traumatic I didn't think I'd ever get over it. I kept trying to imagine her vagina opening to a huge, cavernous space as my father massaged the baby's emerging head with olive oil.
Had he done this for me and Louie? What about Marcella? Wouldn't the pain be horrendous?
"You did great, sweetie," she said. "You're a champion."
"No, I'm not. I'm a wuss. I couldn't handle the belly."
"You were fabulous."
"Who was better, me or Kord?"
"Oh, sweetie. Don't do this to yourself."
She flashed me a guilty look. "Well, he sang show tunes as he delivered." She frowned suddenly. "I should have realized then that he was gay."
As we got to the SUV, she peered inside. "Sweetie, do we have any apples in there?"
No, we didn't, but a quick stop over at Foodland would fix that.
As I let her into the passenger side, I stared across the road at a newish house right on the corner. I had no idea why it held my interest, but I caught a sudden glimpse of ghostly children running across the street to it.
I blinked, and nostalgia filled my soul. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The streets were all gone, and I stared at miles and miles of sugar crops. I was standing on the site of an old plantation.
I saw a flash of a different building right on this corner. It was the kind of old Hawaiian-style building that marked a different era. Painted white and with a red roof, it had a lanai in front. I swear I smelled ice cream and chocolate. I heard laughter.
Across the top I saw in faded lettering the name Goo.
And just like that, the image faded.
When I got into the driver's side, Marcella said, "What are you seeing, sweetie?"
Shaking my head, I threw off the sudden emotion I felt. "I know it sounds weird, but I got a glimpse of what used to be there."
"What did you see?"
I hesitated. "A huge sugar plantation. And right where the house is, I saw a shop. A lot of kids went to it. I think it was a kind of soda fountain."
She reached her hand over to mine. "It was. It was the old Plantation Store, but people called it Charlie Goo's Store after the owner. It closed about twenty years ago."
I nodded. A strange, unsettled feeling came over me.
"You think maybe the spirits are getting you ready for a new case?" she asked.
"I'm thinking, maybe."
We weren't wrong.
Twenty seconds later, something fell on the hood of the car, making us both scream. It wasn't a coconut. It wasn't a bowling bowl. It wasn't a vagina or even an empathy belly. What fell on my hood and scared the heck out of both of us was a woman. At least, I thought she was.
And she'd fallen out of the clear blue sky.
About the Author:
A.J. Llewellyn lives in
but dreams of living in California .
Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in the fridge and a
healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled. Hawaii
A.J’s passion for the islands have led to writing a play about the last ruling monarch of Hawaii, Queen Lili’uokalani, plus a non-erotic novel about the overthrow of her kingdom written in diary form from her maid’s point of view.
AJ never lacks inspiration for male/male erotic romances and on the rare occasions this happens, pursue other passions such as collecting books on Hawaiiana, surfing and spending time with friends and animal companions.
A.J. Llewellyn believes that love is a song best sung out loud.
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