Can you please tell us about your latest book?
Hi Dawn, It’s so nice to be back
here. I’m a little sad but also glad to visit again, but this is the third and
final book in my Last Warrior series,
a M/M urban fantasy story set in the Hawaiian Islands . Book
three, Makahiki, picks up right where
book two, Palehua left off.
It’s New Year’s Eve in Waikiki and
my hero, Lio Pakai, has some wonderful things going on as the year is about to
commence. He has a wonderful boyfriend, Kord Ashley, and his beloved
stepmother, Marcella is about to give birth to a baby boy, which will mean
three boys for the Pakai family.
Things are groovy except that
somehow, in doing an errand for Marcella and his father, Lio is plunged back in
time (it always happens at the worst possible moment) mid-traffic on Kalakaua
Avenue
Anyway, he realizes that a huge
battle has erupted in the middle of the festival. Blood and gore everywhere.
And somebody wants to kill Lio.
But why does his assailant look just
like him?
That’s how the book starts! LOL!
How did you come with the idea for
this story?
I came up
with it visiting Bishop Museum Honolulu
I love
the idea of inanimate objects possessing great powers. I believe spirit is
everywhere. Anyway, that’s where it came from. I did a great deal of research.
Some of it was quite...spooky.
Who is your ultimate "book
boy/girlfriend"? You know, that hottie you read about and drool over.
Oh, I have too many to list but I am still in love with Atticus Finch,
the hero of To Kill a Mockingbird.
It’s sad to me – no, utterly tragic – that 54 years after that beautiful book
was written, that we are still grappling with the issues of racism in America.
Who is your Celebrity crush? And
what would you do if you ever meet them?
That’s easy! Timothy Dalton! I’ve loved everything I’ve ever seen him
in,
ever since I saw him in Wuthering
Heights. I think he’s sexy and smart and was
a great James Bond! If I ever met him I know I would probably do
something
idiotic like stick a fork in my eye or fall over or
something...sigh...lol
If you could collaborate with
another author on a secret project, who would you pick to work with and why?
I am so
lucky because I get to have my wish all the time. My frequent co-author is D.J.
Manly and we’re cooking up a bunch of stuff for this year. D.J. is one of the
best authors out there – in any genre. I think we have a fantastic
relationship. I’ve never had a collaboration like it.
Makahiki: The
Last Warrior Book 3,
Paranormal Contemporary MM
Synopsis:
On the anniversary of
the ancient Makahiki festival, reincarnated Hawaiian warrior, Lio Paiaki, goes
back in time to face a deadly enemy: himself.
In the final chapter of the exciting Last Warrior series, Lio Paikai rushes to the hospital with his lover, Kord, for the birth of his baby brother, Lono. They're soon waylaid, however, by traffic on the Pali Highway.
In the final chapter of the exciting Last Warrior series, Lio Paikai rushes to the hospital with his lover, Kord, for the birth of his baby brother, Lono. They're soon waylaid, however, by traffic on the Pali Highway.
Not by cars, but foot traffic. He and
Kord, who once were warriors for the last king of Oahu, have intercepted an
ancient procession of devotees marching down the old Pali for the Makahiki.
They're stunned to learn dark kahuna forces plan to provide a
blood sacrifice for the New Year festival.
The sacrifice they
have inadvertently crossed paths with is Lio's. He must right past wrongs—or
there won't be any future for him or the man he loves.
Teaser from Makahiki:
Kord locked our bedroom door
and shoved a chair under the handle. He took my face in his hands and gave me a
gentle kiss before checking that he'd activated the window alarms. He was the
most protective man I knew.
When he finally turned and took
me in his arms, my soul stopped screaming. I felt as if I'd waited forever to
be naked and alone with Kord, but it had only been hours. We'd sneaked in a
quickie before chaperoning Louie's date, but it hadn't taken the edge off our
passions. We stripped each other quickly, leaving our clothes in pools around
our feet.
I could hear the faint drone of
the TV and realized how lucky my dad and I were to have fallen into the magic
love pot that was the Ashley family. Marcella and Kord were the most
astonishing people I'd ever met. Their capacity for love, their warmth, and—oh,
Kord blazed a trail across my throat with hot, peppery kisses, pushing me
gently down to the floor.
My cock stood up, proud and
pleased as heck to see him. He knelt beside me, smiling down at me.
"We could take this to the
bed," I whispered.
"I want you right
here," he said, as I fondled his huge, thick cock, which jutted toward me.
Yep, it knew who loved it.
I lay on my back, letting his
fingers and lips roam my body. In the semidark room my parents had designated
for me when they first bought the house, I smiled, thinking how far we'd come.
When we first agreed to move in and stay in case my parents needed to rush to
the hospital, we were embarrassed to make love. We'd even made emergency dashes
back to our house down the road for furtive fumbles.
Now we were much more
comfortable.
Kord brushed my fingers away
when I tried to hold on to his cock. He got to his feet, and I kept my gaze
glued to his magnificent erection as he walked over to the corner of our room.
My cock seemed to get harder as
he walked back to me. Man, I could never get enough of seeing his gorgeous,
hard body. And it was mine. All mine!
I turned my head, trying to see
what he was doing, but I already knew. He walked back with the didgeridoo, the
long, natural wood trumpet my brother had carved for us as a Christmas gift.
We loved the lush, vibrating
sounds it made and knew the didgeridoo had first been crafted by Australian
aborigines, but the early, indigenous Hawaiians shared many similarities with
other tribal cultures. My lover had had dreams of himself in his warrior
lifetime, playing the instrument.
He didn't mention to Louie what he was playing, but he'd
demonstrated it to me the first night we were alone with it.
Kord stood beside me.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
"Yeah," I rasped.
I thought I would come before
he'd even had the chance to do his thing. He moved back slightly, and I closed
my eyes. I heard him moving to the top of my head. Next thing I knew, he was
blowing into the long, hollowed tubing, and the unusual vibrations of sound
washed over me. I held my breath, wanting to enjoy every second of this sensual
experience.
Kord kept blowing into the
wood, holding it mere inches from my body as he moved from head to toe. When he
reached my cock, the sounds he was making made it leap.
He slid to my feet as my body
trembled in anticipation. The waves of pleasure engulfed me. The first time
he'd done this to me, I came before he even made it inside me.
"Don't you come!" he
insisted, dropping the didgeridoo beside him.
I opened my hazy eyes and found
him scrambling to get between my legs. We had no lube handy, but we were both
leaking all over the place.
"Wait, wait!" he
demanded, but I came the moment I saw his gargantuan cock poised at my asshole.
Knowing it was for me and knowing how good it would make me feel sent me over
the edge. I came hard, with Kord pressing my knees toward my chest, scooping up
my juices to prepare me for him. He stroked feverishly at my hole, and I begged
him to fuck me.
My whole body still vibrated
from the wild sounds of the instrument. He entered me hard and fast, and I saw
stars as he pounded me, muttering my name, his slick fingers at my mouth.
He came deep inside me, and I
clung to him.
"Do that again," I
said against his lips. I heard his heart beating against my own. Fast, out of
control, aflame with lust.
Just how I liked it.
He stayed inside me, kissing
me, his tongue lashing against mine. We remained that way, entwined. I loved
the feel of him inside me, above me. Laying claim to my body. I wrapped my legs
and arms around him, and he moaned.
And the next thing I knew, we were surrounded by
mud and furious-faced warriors.
About the Author:
A.J. Llewellyn lives in
California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands,
bags of Kona coffee in the fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records
keep this writer refueled.
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.
How to find/friend me:
email: ajllewellyn@gmail.com
website: www.ajllewellyn.com
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