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The Manta Ray Dive that they all go on in this book is one I've been on twice. It's out of this world. Each time I've gone with Big Island Divers on the BI and it's just amazing.
I don't dive but I snorkeled and it's honestly just as fantastic. Go and have a look at this vid on FB at Big Island Divers site.
I've looked around Youtube but this is the best one I've seen on it. Where you see the mantas rolling up under you and the closeness of them—that's not the camera panning in. That's how close they get. :) But they're not scary. They know the divers and snorkelers and it's just incredible.
One of my top 5 things I've ever done. Everyone I've taken on it is just blown away. So, if you're home on the BI, do it! If not—go and enjoy the video by Big Island Divers. They're a great crew to go out with. :) www.bigislanddivers.com
Here’s a sneak peek #NSFWexcerpt from Hawaiian Fragrance. It’s the third book in The Hawaiians series and follows on from Hawaiian Orchid and Hawaiian Lei, in the Mahikoa-Masterson family of “lost boys.” This is Danny’s story.
He’s leaning against the wall, one foot tucked up behind him, cigarette in hand, lazily blowing smoke rings, running his lush tongue around his lips. It nearly brings me to my knees. The sheer sensuality of him fires every synapse in my body. He stretches his neck, and rolls his head slightly. His long hair and faint mustache, those eyes, his body, his attitude stabs me in the gut—reminding me of what I’d once had and stupidly let go.
We nod at each other. Two men sharing a silent cigarette, escaping the place we’re meant to be. The sounds of their party spill out into the sultry Hawaiian night air that caresses my skin.
I venture to speak to him. “You having a party?”
He smiles and nods. That arrogant look and smile plucks at my heartstrings.
“What are you celebrating?”
His eyes dip to a half hooded, sultry, sexual look that’s achingly familiar. He moves his lush mouth with his tongue. His gaze holds my eyes, and my breath is caught in my chest. My cock already aches for the touch of him.
“My friends got married today.” He smiles again, and the invitation is clear now. He’s flirting with me. Challenging me in some way.
“Lucky bride and groom,” I say.
He shakes his head. “Groom and groom.” He takes another long drag on his cigarette. His stare challenges me to be shocked or disapprove. As if I would, but he doesn’t know that. Yet.
“Ah, I saw them on the beach earlier.”
He nods. Those hot, seductive eyes strip me down. Meu Deus.
“Where are you from? You have an accent,” he asks.
“I’m Brazilian. From Rio de Janeiro.”
He nods with an impressed Gallic shrug of his lips and his eyebrow raised. These gestures of his stab me each time. He’s so like… I pull myself together and step forward to offer my hand. “I’m Paolo Bastini.”
His grip on my hand, the scent of him… Meu Deus.
His eyes travel down my body to the bulge in my pants. They arrive back at my face, and I know I have him. I toss my cigarette away, and the heat flares in his eyes. His breath sounds forced. I take his cigarette from his hand and slowly grind it out under foot. A slight tremble of his lips, and I’m ready to cream my jeans. I press my palms flat on the wall either side of his head and angle my hips in to touch his groin. He moans softly.
“You’re beautiful, querida,” I whisper. “Exotic, luxo, special, I want you.”
“Yes,” he whispers.
His hard-on rubs mine. Smooth hands snake up under my loose Hawaiian shirt and stroke my back. He arches into me, pressing firmly. His hands cup my ass, and he offers me his neck for the first taste of him. Young smooth skin, smelling of a fragrance mix that is a personal favorite of mine. The base notes of grass and spice hit my olfactory senses.
It’s sophisticated for a young guy. But then, that’s not surprising. Of course it would be.
It’s like being transported back twenty years into another world when I still believed in love and forever.
Now I have this gorgeous young man in my arms, his thick cock rubbing against mine, wanting me as much as I want him.
Who the fuck is this? Mr. Smoothie over there’s about ready to grind a hole in Danny’s crotch from the looks of it. Danny’s entranced by him. The hackles on the back of my neck stand up, and tremors ripple through my body and down my spine.
I flash on an earlier scene with Danny and this guy, but something seems slightly off with the psychic flash I’m getting with this picture. The man seems younger. Danny’s mustache is thicker, his hair much shorter. I shake my head. Probably put a bit too much turps away today, and I’m getting a flicker or warp in my flashes I get from spirit.
While I’m standing there lost in thought, a hand slides around my stomach from behind. The hypnotic, creamy, sweet scent of tiare bathes my senses, and hot breath warms my neck, sending tingles down my spine. “I want to make love to you,” whispers Beau.
“Why?” I tease him, pushing my arse back into his cock.
“Because you’re sexy and my husband,” he says softly.
I’m lost. God, I love this man. I rub the back of my head against his face, sighing with pleasure. His hot breath heats up my body, and his beautiful long, silky, jet-black hair brushes my shoulders. This man touches me in deep ways no one else ever has.
“I’m going for a swim… I’m hot… I need to cool off…” The slow, sensuous lilt and slightly clipped speech of my husband’s Hawaiian accent caresses my soul. Teasing us both, making us hard. I slide his hand down my stomach to palm my cock and balls. He squeezes, and I grunt loudly, quickly turning away from Danny and mystery man. I take Beau’s hand, and we grab a couple of towels, then sprint down to the beach, giggling and teasing each other.
Fuck, I’m so horny. This guy is older but he’s hella good looking—short black curls, high cheekbones, chocolate skin, and he can kiss.
“Come back to my place,” he whispers in that sexy-ass accent of his.
“Why?” I tease, smiling as his hot eyes soften, and he kisses me again.
“Because I want you and you want me.”
“What makes you think that?”
“The big bulge in your pants, querida.”
“The heat in your eyes for me, the way your mouth accepts me in,” he says seductively.
I groan softly. He’s right. My cock’s going to explode in a minute, but I don’t want to leave the party. Seeing Dad happy with Rob has touched my heart a few times today.
“No. I won’t leave here. But if you want to take me out to dinner sometime. Sure.”
Paolo laughs and gives me an admiring look.
“You have some bolas, kid.”
I push away from him. “Don’t call me kid.” I turn to walk away, and he grabs my hand.
“My apologies. That was rude of me. I just… You have spunk.” He smiles softly, and I so want to give in. I’m not up for a roll in the hay, though. Well, I am—technically. But there’s something about this guy, I want to make him wait. He’s got money, and he’s used to getting his own way, I’ll bet. But I’m worth it.
“Okay.” I don’t give too much away.
“I’m sorry, querida. Would you like to have dinner tomorrow night?”
I smile. “That would be awesome.”
“Give me your number, please.” We exchange texts. “Are you sure you have to go back in?”
“Yeah. I don’t want to let my parents down. It’s ohana, you know. They’re going to cut the cake soon and open some gifts.”
He looks freaked and stutters, “Your-your parents are here?”
I laugh slightly. “Yeah, it’s cool. Don’t worry, they won’t give you the big inquisition. Rob’s older than Kulani, so age difference doesn’t matter to them.”
“Rob? Kulani?” He frowns.
“The guys that got married on the beach today. They’re my friends, and my parents.”
He looks confused now.
I can’t be bothered explaining everything just yet. “They hanaied me. It’s kind of like Hawaiian adoption when your birth parents can’t look after you or something.”
His eyes search my face, and he looks at a loss for words. He almost seems shocked.
“No, it’s all cool. They love me, and I love them.”
“Can I ask? What happened to your real parents? Are they dead?”
I shake my head. “No. Just don’t want me. When I came out, they threw me out.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Paolo explodes. He seems furious on my behalf, and it makes me feel like he’s protective. The dads, and my uncles are like that too. It’s sweet.
“No, it’s not. That is unacceptable.”
I smile because he’s being so pissed and caring.
“Ohh, Danny.” He sighs softly, combing my hair back with his fingers. His eyes examine my face. It’s like he’s taking in every part of me.
“Dinner tomorrow, querida,” he finally says softly.
He smiles, and his mouth comes down on mine again. Hot and hard. This guy’s hella sexy. I pull him in for another cuddle and get a nice feel of his round ass. I bet he’ll be hot in bed.
“Top or bottom,” I ask him quietly.
“Mostly bottom,” he whispers, and I grunt. Hella good. “You?”
“Switch but mostly top.”
We grin at each other.
He pushes me away this time. “Go to your party. I will see you tomorrow. Dinner…then dick for dessert.” The hot sultry look nearly makes me dump my load in my pants, and I crack up.
“Sounds ono,” I say, laughing.
“What is ono?” he asks in that hot accent.
“Delicious, good enough to eat.”
“Yes, ono…” he says softly, licking my lips, tracing my mouth with his tongue. He wets his thumb and finger, then his hand travels up under my loose Hawaiian shirt to pull and pinch my nipple. Fuck.
“You have beautiful skin. No chest hair. I like that. I bet your cock is just as smooth and fat, made for licking and sucking.”
I let out a strangled cry, panting and shuddering. Trying to catch my breath. His words are like caresses. He might as well have his mouth on my dick.
“I’m going to let you suck my ass, lick me, and penetrate me with that thick cock I feel.” He slips his hand under my waistband and runs his thumb over my erection that’s escaped my boxer briefs. “Nice and wet,” he whispers seductively.
Oh fuck, I’m going to blow.
“Just right for fucking me up the ass with, querida.” His fingers feather my cockhead, and I’m gritting my teeth, panting, losing control. Whimpering with desire, trying not to make too much noise. Going fucking nuts.
His mouth closes over mine again as his fingers push and caress my knob. “I want that in my mouth and up my ass. You can bend me over anything you want, stretch me,” he whispers hoarsely between kisses.
I’m pulsing in my shorts, my thighs aching.
He angles himself away slightly and undoes my zipper, pulling my cock out. “Just as I imagined,” he whispers, wrapping his fingers around my shaft, pumping, thrusting his tongue between my teeth. Frenching my mouth with each slide of his palm on my dick. Letting go, he slides two fingers into my mouth, leaving my cock swinging in the breeze, exposed.
“Ohh, querida,” he whispers. “I’m sorry it’s not my ass. Imagine how tight it would feel, squeezing you.”
“Touch me,” I beg him.
Someone opens the sliding door, and he slowly moves into me, just covering my cock in time. He grinds his crotch into mine.
“You’re so beautiful, querida. I want to run my tongue along your skin. Suck your dick into my mouth, stroke your balls…” He keeps whispering what he’s going to do to me, and I cream.
“Fuckkk…” I hiss, barely able to stand as I spurt, jerking and shuddering. Burying my mouth in his shirt, hissing with pleasure. I want to yell out as the cum rips through me.
I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, shaking. Wishing I was in a big bed, not here at my parent’s wedding for fuck’s sake. Shit.
“Good,” he murmurs softly, smooching and licking my neck.
“Oh fuck, yes.”
We cuddle into each other, and reality slowly eases back in.
He pulls back and tucks my wet cock back into my boxers. His fingers zip me up, and he kisses them before pressing his fingertips to my damp crotch.
“Until tomorrow, querida. I will come and get you. Text me your address. You might need to go and clean up. You should have come home with me.” He smiles, then kisses me slowly and passionately again before melting away into the darkness, and I laugh.
Shit. I’m hella wet. I tug my shirt down but it doesn’t cover it.
I laugh again. I almost think he did that deliberately. Man, I’m still seeing stars.
Danny’s a fourth-generation Big Islander, from the wealthy Lucerno ranching family. He’s gorgeous—a mix of Portuguese male and Argentine passion, all dark haired, smoldering sensuality. His family disowned him for being gay, now he’s part of the Masterson-Mahikoa “lost boys” family.
When he meets the wealthy, sophisticated, sensuous Brazilian, Paolo Bastini, he’s swept off his feet into a glitzy Las Vegas lifestyle of money, and luxury—the world he grew up in. But it takes Danny away from Hawai’i where his soul roams free and his family live. He struggles as Paolo plays loosely with their partnership and thinks Danny is being “a baby” for wanting a monogamous relationship. And who is this past lover firmly wedged in Paolo’s heart?
Zane is severely deaf—finding new dance partners is hard. When he loses another one, Danny steps in to dance the tango competitions with him. Jealousy flares and things reach dangerous levels between Paolo and Danny. His adopted and birth family must bond together in a daring rescue of Danny from the depths of Brazil.
But he’s not completely out of danger. Now he’s fighting an attraction to the feminine Zane who’s always annoyed him. Which man has his heart?Hawaiian Fragrance is the next sensual love story in The Hawaiians series, featuring Danny Lucerno, Paolo Bastini, and Zane Andrews.
Zane is deaf.
This is the ASL for I love you
My muse for
Macaron dessert at La Licorne in France
Willy Cartier - my muse for
Danny Lucerno Jr.
When Zane and Danny dance the tango together - the heat intensifies
My Muse for Paolo Bastini