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Hanalei Moon
Hanalei Moon
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Hanalei Moon

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What would you do if you lost twelve years of your life? How could you win back the man you've loved and lost...to the whims of a Hanalei Moon?

World champion surfer Gaby Loe wants to take advantage of a rare tropical storm to train for his upcoming world title contest. His lover, Ntino, is furious because it's the day of his sister's wedding. Gaby insists he'll make it back in time and heads to Hanalei Bay.

He wipes out badly in a gigantic wave. Fighting for his life, he almost drowns. When he makes it back to shore, he finds his beloved dog Ginger, his car keys, and his vintage Woody have all vanished.

He's about to discover that's the least of his problems. Somehow, someway, he's also lost twelve years of his life. Ntino is now a straight, married man, and Gaby's business partner would prefer him to be dead since he's making a fortune marketing Gaby's untimely death. Can Gaby win back the love he desires? And what on earth happened to him under that Hanalei Moon?

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Release dateOct 18, 2013
ISBN9781781844892
Hanalei Moon
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A.J. Llewellyn

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.

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    Hanalei Moon

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    ©Copyright A.J. Llewellyn 2013

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    HANALEI MOON

    A.J. Llewellyn

    What would you do if you lost twelve years of your life? How would you win back the man you loved and lost…to the whims of a Hanalei Moon?

    World champion surfer Gaby Loe wants to take advantage of a rare tropical storm to train for his upcoming world title contest. His lover, Ntino, is furious because it’s the day of his sister’s wedding. Gaby insists he’ll make it back in time and heads to Hanalei Bay.

    He wipes out badly in a gigantic wave. Fighting for his life, he almost drowns. When he makes it back to shore, he finds that his beloved dog Ginger, his car keys, and his vintage Woodie have all vanished.

    He’s about to discover they are the least of his problems. Somehow, some way, he’s also lost twelve years of his life. Ntino is now a straight, married man, and Gaby’s business partner would prefer him to be dead since he’s making a fortune marketing Gaby’s untimely death. Can Gaby win back the love he desires? And what on earth happened to him under that Hanalei Moon?

    Dedication

    To Heavenly Hina, Hawaiian Goddess of the Moon.

    In memory of the magnificent Rell Sunn, (1950-1998) Queen of Makaha and pioneer female surfing champion. Dance with the Goddess and swim the angels, Rell xxx

    To Kelly Slater, the greatest surfing champion ever.

    You are an inspiration to all of us surf geeks.

    Trademarks Acknowledgement

    The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

    Dockers: Levi Strauss and Company

    Milk-Bone: Del Monte Corporation

    Shell: Royal Dutch Shell plc

    All That She Wants: Ace of Base, Jonas Berggren and Ulf Ekberg

    Mack Trucks: Mack Trucks, Inc.

    Q-Tip: Unilever

    MySpace: Specific Media LLC

    YouTube: Google, Inc.

    eBay: eBay, Inc.

    Ben and Jerry’s Chubby Hubby Ice Cream: Unilever

    Tylenol: Johnson & Johnson

    A Groovy Kind of Love: Toni Wine and Carole Bayer Sager

    Macy’s: Macy’s, Inc.

    Kauai Bus: County of Kauai

    iPod: Apple, Inc.

    Hanalei Moon: Bob Nelson

    Garden Island News: thegardenisland.com

    Primo beer: Primo Brewing and Malting Company

    Bluetooth: Bluetooth Special Interest Group

    Grammy Award: National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences

    Chapter One

    February 5, 1997

    Sunset had not yet come to Hanalei Bay and I resisted looking back over my shoulder at the beckoning red-gold hues of the last, vibrant rays kissing the ocean. This was the most magnificent place on earth. Hanalei Bay managed to pack a lot of beauty into a tiny parcel of land. Pristine beaches, cascading waterfalls from the emerald green mountains fringing our side of the islands and, dammit, the best sunsets in the world… And I have seen a lot of sunsets, being a professional surfer.

    I hesitated outside the house. I could tell the ceremony had already begun, judging by the incessant chanting coming from inside. It was common in Buddhist households to let yourself in during times of prayer but, although I knew the back door was unlocked, I couldn’t do it. Not with Ntino’s family. Not ever.

    I sensed a fight with Ntino would come the moment we were alone. I was damned if I went in, damned if I didn’t. Kicking off my shoes outside the house, I made sure they were lined up correctly, toes facing outward to bring money to the dwelling, not send it away. I brushed the salt off my arms, still feeling as if I was in water. I’d had a good day of surfing and sure, I’d lost track of time, but I had a world championship to defend in two days.

    Besides…Ntino’s family hated me. Knocking on the weathered wooden screen doorframe, I pasted a pleasant look on my face and forced myself to smile when his mother opened the door.

    Gaby, we’ve already started. Ntino’s mother, a small, birdlike Laotian woman, let me in, her demeanour sour. The open door seemed a grudging action.

    Good evening, Nani. I’m sorry I’m late.

    You’re always late.

    I tried so hard with Ntino’s family, really I did.

    I felt her gaze sweep over my brown skin and my clothes. I was in my Sunday best. Ntino had screamed at me not to wear shorts and now I felt uncomfortably hot in my Dockers and plaid shirt.

    Between Nani’s seething anger behind those small, hard-pebble eyes and the warmth of the enclosed kitchen, all in all, I should have settled for being damned for not coming to the Promise Ceremony.

    Nani did not approve of our relationship.

    Inside the stuffy kitchen, a mountain of food lay in wait on every available surface. She led me into the living room, through the long, long hallway, one finger crooked behind her as if hooking me like a great, giant carp. Or maybe she just thought I’d get lost on the way.

    I wanted to scream ‘I’m gay, not stupid’. Not that she really knew I was gay. She only knew her beloved son, Ntino, had done the unthinkable and left home before marriage to move in with me, Gabriel ‘Gaby’ Loe, Hawaiian state surfing champion and, I hoped, soon to be the world champion third year in a row. Officially, Ntino—say Tee-no—and I were roommates, but after two years, I think she’d started to suspect something else was going on. She and her husband, Leng, desperately wanted to get me away from their son.

    The sickly-sweet cloud of incense wafted over me as I entered the living room. The massive and ornate butsadan, a three-hundred-year-old Buddhist altar, took up an entire wall and was the family’s pride and joy. All eyes were turned to the gohanzon in the centre of it, the long, narrow scroll that contained the prayer of life.

    Ntino glanced up at me and lost his rhythm.

    One look at him and I was seduced anew. I’d never been with a Laoatian man before. For him, breaking from his tight community and being involved with a Hawaiian man’s family was too much for his own family to handle. Of all the people he could have aligned himself with, I knew this much. Nani disliked the Vietnamese family across the road even more than me and she was grateful he hadn’t moved in there. I didn’t quite understand the long simmering tensions between the Vietnamese and Laotians from the old country, but it was like hanging onto anger towards Japanese people because of Pearl Harbor. It was time to forgive…not that I would say this to Nani.

    "Nam myoho renge kyo…" Ntino’s father led and controlled the pace and volume of the chant. I pulled my sandalwood prayer beads out of my pocket and wished I could have kissed the man I loved. He always gave me a lift. At twenty-five, he just topped five foot seven and was slim, with short black hair and an easy laugh. I was two years older and towered over him with my six foot two frame and husky Hawaiian build. We fit one another. We just clicked.

    Hi, Gaby. Ntino’s smile was not unfriendly, but not entirely authentic either. He was sitting on the sofa beside his sister, Aleka, and her intended husband, Leono. Ntino’s father turned from the butsadan and gave me one of his blank looks. I was the invisible man to Leng. I had a sneaking suspicion he was a closet gay. I wondered if he’d ever had a decent blow job in his life and my gaze shifted back to my own man, who was glowering at me.

    I perched on a chair that must have been occupied by Nani until I’d arrived. It was still warm. I found myself sitting next to Ntino’s fifteen-year-old sister, Kiana, who adored me and whom I in turn, loved deeply. I put my arm around her and she snuggled into me. She was still kitten-like in demeanour and clearly didn’t follow the rules. She was a kid after my own heart.

    Aware of Ntino’s mounting hostility, I took my arm from her, wound the beads through my fingers and joined in the chanting. For fifteen minutes it continued, then Leng banged the gong for a swift recitation of the sutra prayer.

    Despite the speed and monotony of tone, there was always a joyful feeling in this otherwise Spartan home when sutra was being said. I am not a religious man, but for Ntino, I had embraced Buddhism. I was aware of Leono’s family sitting to my left. This was a marriage between their eighteen-year-old son and Ntino’s seventeen-year-old sister that both families wanted very much.

    Leng banged the gong three times again and, on the

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