Fallen Hawaiian god Malakai's love for the mortal Jepoi reaches fever pitch. The furious ruling gods open the gates of hell, releasing long-dormant demons and monsters into the islands.
Malakai and Jepoi have infuriated the major Hawaiian god Kanaloa by falling in love. Malakai was once Kanaloa's lover, and after a nasty break-up, Kanaloa banished Malakai to eternity as a vampire on earth. Malakai loves Jepoi and yearns for a peaceful, mortal existence with his man, but Kanaloa is a sore loser. He's not about to lose the man he worships to a guy who just won't go away…so he abducts Jepoi and punishes him severely.
He turns Jepoi into a vampire, separating him from Malakai. Jepoi struggles to find his way as a Hawaiian vampire, learning what it's like for others of his kind in the islands.
When Malakai finds Jepoi, their passion reaches fever pitch. To punish them both, Kanaloa opens up all the gates of hell, unleashing long-dormant demons and monsters into the islands.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of bondage and BDSM, and has one scene of dubious consent.
General Release Date: 24th January 2014
I heard a roar of thunder. Lightning crackled, sending shards of silver and red light through the bedroom windows. Felix gave a yelp as something strange was going on deep beneath the house’s foundations. Both excited and terrified at the prospect of meeting a genuine Hawaiian god, I tried to take it all in as the ground surged and the house began to sway.
Malakai and Felix exchanged loud words over the noise.
"He’s coming!" Felix shrieked. He rose from the bed, pointing over his shoulder. "Kanaloa wants to talk to you." His eyes widened as he glanced over his shoulder, his teeth chattering. "Oh, I don’t think he’s pleased."
Kanaloa was here? In this house?
One of the most important Hawaiian gods had actually come here and was ripping the crap out of the joint just to talk to Malakai?
The house started to rock harder, as if the great Kanaloa had reached from the sky, plucked it in his mighty hand and couldn’t decide whether to fling it across the universe or just shake it until we all disintegrated into rubble.
To be honest, I’m not sure who was more scared, Felix or I. Malakai did his best to calm us as the ground made a roaring sound. It was the strangest thing I’d ever heard. It was as if the very core of the Earth groaned as it was twisted and torn apart. Things began to fall—curtains, blinds—hardwood floorboards popped loose. Windows splintered and shattered into a million pieces. The overhead light flickered, the fixture swinging wildly as though we were on a ship battling huge waves.
Malakai reached for me as the bed broke in two.
Felix screamed as Malakai grabbed him and plopped him on his shoulder. He wrapped both of his arms around me again and held me tightly. My feet dangled over the edge of the ragged bed, the smell of sulphur strong on the air. Smoky fissures in the floor revealed even bigger rips beneath the surface. I stared down into a dark abyss of dirt and lava stone. A roiling fireball of red, molten lava seemed to grow bigger hundreds of feet beneath me. A terrifying wave of vertigo swept over me and I leant back, closing my eyes.
It was as though we’d sustained a volcanic eruption. Perhaps an earthquake.
"Damned show-off," Malakai muttered, as the world stopped spinning and tumbling. He flung my discarded clothes at me. I dressed hurriedly, Malakai’s worried gaze flicking back and forth between me and a whimpering Felix.
I tried not to look or act scared even though black clouds hovered outside from what I could see out of the crushed window frames. Everything was smashed, even the bed, which had splintered, the mattress hurling into the depths of the fireball.
I stared at the remains of the bed. It seemed Kanaloa wanted to make sure Malakai and I had been well and truly separated. I heard a crack and the last piece of the bed frame dropped from under me. Malakai held me tighter as the headboard fell, twirling like a toy hurtling downward, swallowed up by the red-hot lava.
This, as my mother might have said, was biblical.
Water rose in the room from another ripped hole in the floor. We all turned at the gushing sound and I looked behind me, stunned to see that we were submerged in sea water, jagged lava peaks and the raging river of fire warring with the water for control of the room.
It was almost like the morning the earthquake had torn up my hotel room in Honolulu months ago.
Malakai kept us both in his grip and hurried out of the room. We stood in the living room, where steam and the stench of sulphur were just as strong, but the windows had only sustained cracks and some of the floorboards had popped.
However, standing on them seemed like standing on burning coals.
Malakai left me for a moment. I stared down into the melting pot as I heard Felix and Malakai’s urgent whispers.
"Jepoi, come here." Malakai held out his hand to me. He was in the kitchen now. Roaring flames had begun licking up, surrounding me in a large circle.
He dragged me out of the house, Felix already outside, rising up and down as he wrung his hands, gazing fearfully up at the sky.
I heard a sound. A mixture of rain and thunder. The sky swirled in a great, gigantic pattern of dark, angry circles.
When I opened my mouth, Malakai shook his head.
"You can’t stay here," he said.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Where am I supposed to go?" I longed to participate in this crazy, spiritual gathering, but his face took on a hard set. We stared at each other. For all his talk of protecting me, taking care of me, loving me, the moment trouble came apparently he couldn’t wait to get rid of me.
My cell phone rang. I hadn’t even realised I had the damned phone on me. I’d jammed it in my back pocket of my jeans the day before.
I took the call and a guy from dispatch said, "Hey, Jepoi. I know it’s your day off, but we have a serious emergency. A young woman came here on her honeymoon and fell off her horse the first time she went for a ride. She has a hangman’s fracture and we gotta get her to Honolulu fast."
A hangman’s fracture was no fun. It was painful and very, very dangerous. One jolt of the plane could break the patient’s fractured neck irreparably, paralysing her for life. I was a little surprised the young woman had sustained such an injury. They were more prevalent in older people, but with a fall from a horse, I supposed, anything was possible.
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. never lacks inspiration for male/male erotic romances and on the rare occasions this happens, pursues 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.
I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't written and told stories. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming about writing. Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life but one does not live by sex alone. The story of how two people find love in spite of the odds is what really turns me on.