Hi everyone! I’m back again! This time I’m talking about my book Makahiki, the third and final chapter in my M/M urban fantasy/paranormal series, The Last Warrior.
It’s apt that I am here so early in the New Year since Makahiki is the Hawaiian word for a special festival celebrated each New Year in the islands. These lavish feasts often went on for a week, so maybe it’s not so surprising they are no longer celebrated.
For my character, Lio and his alter-ego, ‘Ailani, life has come full circle with endings and beginnings. Life is wonderful for Lio, but also frightening. Somebody very close to him is trying to kill him. But when he has dreams about the future, the killer looks like…him.
With this being the first week of 2015, I’m still thinking about fresh new beginnings, and resolutions. And how they can go horribly wrong. Mine usually do, but then I do tend to set myself lofty goals that doom me to failure. I’ve also seen people around me set good intentions for themselves, with often appalling results.
I once had the worst New Year’s Eve on record. I get breathless just thinking about it, but this is what happened. A guy I liked asked me out for New Year’s Eve and I was thrilled. I have always been taught that how you usher in a new year is a harbinger of how the other 364 days will go. And so I have strived to do something fun that doesn’t involve leaving my house. Yes, I’m a bit of a hermit, really.
But many years ago I was single and caved in to temptation. This guy asked me out and his sister and best friend called me and said we’d all been invited to a toga party. God! It sounded awful, but I was trying to be congenial. I was trying to be, well, happy. So two of my friends came over and sewed me into a bed sheet since I had no idea where to rent a toga, and they sewed fruit along the one shoulder holding the whole thing up, and I looked pretty good.
Until the others arrived and nobody was dressed up.
Nope. Not a single one. It was impossible to get out of that tight-fitting outfit. It was awful. They all made fun of me. When I asked the girls why they hadn’t dressed up, or why nobody had mentioned it to me they said, “We all had bets that you’d come dressed up.”
I had to walk all the way down to the taxi stand, on the street, in my bed sheet. My companions picked at the grapes dangling over my right breast and I wanted to go home, unpick the stitches in my sheet and crawl into bed. For the rest of my life.
But that was just the beginning. My date and his best friend had never mentioned to any of us that the party was at a sex club. As in, sex orgy.
I went mad. I didn’t want to be at an orgy!
I was the only one who ended up having a good night because I left and headed home, eating the rest of the fruit on my toga and nabbing the last free cab in town. I have never forgotten that night. Those girls sat there miserable all night. I guess I got the last laugh but it wasn’t fun. Going home, cutting myself out of that sheet and hanging out with my pets was super fun.
But, what happens if the New Year brings you more joy, more happiness, yet more weirdness than you could ever imagine?
That’s what happens in Makahiki: The Last Warrior. What was your worst New Year’s Eve ever? Please post a comment to qualify for the draw to win an ebook copy.
And in the meantime, please feel free to check out my details:
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.
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.
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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.
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