A warm welcome to author A.J Llewellyn joining us today to talk abour their new release “A Wizard in Waikiki”.
TITLE: A Wizard in Waikiki
AUTHOR: A.J. Llewellyn
PUBLISHER: Ai Press
COVER ARTIST: Sid Love
LENGTH: 62 Pages
RELEASE DATE: April 25, 2016
BLURB: Summoned from the past, Konu rises naked from the sea to reclaim his power for the freedom to live—and love. If the forces of evil don’t get to him first!
On a hot day in Waikiki, beachgoers are stunned when a tall, handsome man rises from the ocean. Striding naked to a small, ringed enclosure containing four huge stones most tourists never even notice, he becomes visibly upset. These are Wizard Stones, positioned between the beach and the foot traffic on Kalakaua Avenue. Konu, the naked man, is agitated by a young Asian girl draping her beach towel over the stones. He’s come a long way, from Tahiti, and is one of the ancient wizards whose power was infused into these sacred stones four hundred years ago.
With the invisible battle between good and evil raging, Konu has been dispatched to help balance the power. Landing in modern-day Waikiki, he’s stunned by the changes – and to find he is alone. A cop tries to arrest him for indecent exposure but the young girl’s grandfather – who thinks Konu’s a homeless lunatic offers him refuge. Will the ancient forces of evil beat this wizard in Waikiki? Or can Konu find his power again, and perhaps…even love?
Publisher’s note: This book was previously published. It has been edited and re-released with Ai Press.
A long time ago my father told me that writers write because deep in their hearts they are in search of a home. It’s probably the most profound thing he has ever said to me because I believe it’s true.
It’s something I have explored at length in my erotic romance novels. The fish out of water concept isn’t new. But it’s often how I have felt.
I’ve spent my life moving around, looking for that perfect place to call home. The problem is every city I visit, a piece of it leaves with me. I thought I could live in Half Moon Bay at one point and made many trips up there with my dog. I have family up there and it still thrills me every time I go, but something’s not quite…right.
I felt the same attachment to Ojai, a cowboy-and-orange-grove town in California and almost moved there. I settled in Los Angeles, bought my home and I’m happy but then many years ago, I developed a profound relationship with the Hawaiian Islands and I guess you could say I’ve found a creative home in it.
One of my favorite books, A Wizard in Waikiki, a paranormal M/M romance with a bit of a twist, came about by surprise. I thought I knew the islands well until I stumbled across four large stones on Waikiki beach one day, and then became obsessed with the mythology behind them.
Or did it really happen?
A Wizard in Waikiki is based on the story of a group of Tahitian wizards who visited the island of Oahu hundreds of years ago and eventually, when they returned to their home, they left behind four stones infused with their healing power.
It’s a legend I happen to believe, in but I am surprised so few Hawaiians know about it, or the stones, which were recently discovered on an old property left to the state of Hawaii. Now situated on the beach at Waikiki, they have an enclosure and pride of place under the watchful eye of Honolulu Police Department right next to them. I’ve spent hours sitting there observing and people walk by them every single day!
It got me thinking. What if one of the wizards somehow came back from the past and had to deal with the modern world? What if he was sent to heal us so we could find our way back to the things that we as a species once held dear?
I thought about this a lot. Of course Konu, the wizard, would have to find romance even though he is a man with a mind and soul to heal. A lot of people in our world don’t believe in miracles, or magic.
Or the power of stones…
I’ve had fun creating a world for Konu where he’s a fish out of water. He didn’t fit in back in the old days and doesn’t really fit in right now. Can he find the home his soul has searched for in modern-day Waikiki?
So far there are two books in the series, which has comic moments, dramatic moments, and seriously sexy ones. The second book, Peridot Dreams, expands on Konu’s budding relationship with Jason Gamble, and book three which comes out soon at Ai Press, has lots of twits, turns, surprises, laughter, and lots and lots of sex.
I hope you get a chance to check out this series. I hope the sense of wonder Konu feels about the islands finds its way to you. I’d sure love to know if it does. Thanks so much for having me here today!
He rose from the cold, dark depths of the ocean, pain and fear eating at him as his human form slowly molded and emerged, begging for air. Precious, sweet air. He needed to breathe. As he stumbled onto the hot sand at last, the heat seared his feet, but the pain in his body vanished as he took deep, gulping breaths. His human form was so astonishing, it struck him as being perfect, even though his feet hurt.
It wasn’t ego. He had been forbidden to enjoy his physical, earthly body for five hundred years.
I am alive. I am human. I am here!
He longed to stand and just… be, to absorb the moment he’d waited for, but Konu sensed the stares of people at the beach. His long, wet black hair clung to his face and shoulders as his gaze took in the mass of bodies… the colorful strips of fabric they wore. He had come a long way. Under cover of darkness, using only the stars for guidance, Konu arrived at the place they called Waikiki. Now, in the late afternoon light, his strength sapped, he’d been forced to leave the sanctity of the sea. He’d tried to wait for night, but he was tired… so tired.
For five hundred years, his soul and those of the four sorcerers he’d worked with, watched and waited.
In the distance, at the edges of the sand, he saw the flash of large beasts… loud sounds, flickering tiki torches, the flashes of smiles. He heard laughter and the jarring sound of a dozen different languages. Then he saw them. All of the sights and sounds stilled. His heart gave a lurch at the sight of the stones.
His stones.
Konu flushed with anger as a woman draped a thick, brightly colored towel over the iron gate and onto one of the four boulders representing the sacred mana of the ancient, fifteenth century wizards—Kapaemahu, Kahaloa, Kapuni and… Kinohi, Konu’s grandfather. Konu had been the fifth wizard, the sacred protector of the stones… until he’d been banished.
“Hey!” the woman shouted as he pulled her wet towel from the iron gate surrounding the stones and tossed it onto the ground.
The word Aloha flashed up at him from the pooled fabric.
Konu narrowed his eyes as his gaze shifted to the woman. Was she the sign he’d been seeking?
He reached in through the bars to touch the boulders. It wasn’t easy. The gate kept a distance between the stones and prying human hands. He glanced at the white pigeons sitting vigil on the rocks. The tiny bird heads turned in his direction. These miniature keepers of the fire looked as exhausted as he felt. They were dirty, unkempt, very sick birds. Konu read their energies. His mind flashed on mass, migratory deaths. These were the survivors. They had flocked to the stones as creatures in trouble always had. They needed his help.
The gate had a small lock that in his normal strength, he could have removed, but he was weakened by the journey. He was relieved that the four wizard stones seemed intact. His heart almost broke at the sight of one very scrawny bird that looked near death as it lay on his grandfather’s rock. The bird kept pecking at itself, biting at a raw wound in its wing. Konu held his hand near the bird, unable to reach it. The bird scuttled a little closer. It tucked its head under its wing and Konu worked his magic. He tried to sense if the bird wanted to live or die, but people were jostling him now, and he had to work fast.
He gave the creature life and with a flap of his hand, produced a few worms on top of the rock face. The bird gobbled quickly. The stone’s supernatural power would restore the bird’s fire-core. Konu grappled to touch the rock. He saw now that people had brought offerings. Purple orchid leis dangled along the gateposts. Somebody had left a shell lei, too. He gingerly stroked it. A recent addition.
Two bronze plaques stood before them. He scanned the writing. He recognized it as English. He had to retrain his mind to read the words.
The voices around him grew loud again as his hand crackled like lightning against the sensing power of the stones. Ah, magic still dwells here. He felt the separate, yet unified, energies of each wizard infused inside the stones. He took a deep breath as his hand came to the last stone, which represented his grandfather. Konu, long exiled from his family, yearned for this sincere connection with Kinohi. His hand neared the stone, but fell on a yellow lei. Ilima, flower of the gods.
He bent his head and wept.
They haven’t forgotten us.
So long he’d waited and now he was here, his emotions had gotten the better of him. He gripped the iron bars for a moment, blinking away the hot tears on his face. He reached out once again, this time touching his grandfather’s stone. A dim stirring from within. The mana was still there. Polluted, but it was there. Sleeping. The stone had sought to protect itself. He understood now why his family had sent him here.
The bird he’d healed stood on wobbly legs. Konu saw that one of them was broken. With another flick of his wrist, he restored the injured foot. The bird glanced at him with one beady eye, hopped to the tallest rock, and settled down to watch him.
“Fly,” Konu said, but the bird remained with its companions.
“He threw my towel down!” the woman beside him shouted. “Somebody get the police. This guy is lolo…he’s crazy!”
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 led to writing a play about the last ruling monarch of Hawaii, Queen Lili’uokalani as well as a non-erotic novel about the overthrow of her kingdom written in diary form from her maid’s point of view.
A.J. never lacks inspiritation for male/male erotic romances and on the rare occasion 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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The cover is beautiful and I love the blurb and can’t wait to red this one. I love stories based on legends and other things like that.
love the cover congrats