‘Ailani The Last Warrior, book 1 by A.J. Llewellyn

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BLURB
After a bad breakup, Lio rents a cheap house with magical views. It seems the perfect

solution, but the house has a haunted connection with an ancient statue. Once unearthed, it gives Lio

the power of…THE LAST WARRIOR…

When Lio’s lover cheats on him, he’s forced to give up what he thought was the idyllic

romance he’s lived with Maks, including their stunning, scenic Waikiki apartment. He rents a cheap

house with magical views on the other side of the island. 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. 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 a church graveyard. He finds a gigantic, ancient stone statue with

scary eyes…that soon gives Lio the power of…THE LAST WARRIOR…

EXCERPT
We shared a slice of the pie I’d never tried before. It was like eating a giant orange

Creamsicle. That’s when I remembered why Hau’ula was familiar. I’d come here many, many

years ago on a school excursion.

“Isn’t there a great trail into the rainforest around here?” I asked him.

“Why, yes.” He grinned at me.

I recalled quite clearly going with my class. We’d bought ice creams from a portable ice

cream stand as we were leaving. Orange Creamsicles.

“Do you hike much?” I asked.

“Every chance I get.”

“Wow, that’s great.”

“You like to hike?” he asked, pushing the last bite of pie toward me.

“Yeah, my ex hated it, though.”

“I’m always up for a hike,” he said. “Give me a shout some time.”

Speaking of shouting, the volume rose considerably with some newcomers so we gave up

our table. Outside, I inhaled a mouthful of sweet night air.

He 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.

AUTHOR BIO
A.J. Llewellyn is an author whose obsession with myth, magic, love, and romance

might have led to serious stalking charges had it not been for the ability to write. Thanks to the

existence of some very patient publishers, A.J.’s days are spent writing, reading, and dreaming

up new worlds. A.J. has definitely stopped Google-searching former boyfriends and given up

all ambition to taste-test every cupcake in the universe to produce over 150 published gay erotic

romance novels.

A.J. wants you to read them all.

You can find this author lurking on Facebook and Twitter—part-time class clown being

another occupation. When not writing or reading, A.J.’s other passions include juggling, kite-
boarding, and spending a fortune buying upgrade apps for Diner Dash.

Please connect with A.J. here at:

http://www.ajllewellyn.com

http://www.facebook.com/aj.llewellyn

http://www.twitter.com/ajllewellyn

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