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“Kanaloa has great power,” David put in, his eyes twinkling at her. “It is said that when a beautiful person of either sex enters his world, they may see him beckoning.”
Claire shivered as if a masculine hand had brushed over her bare skin.
“Your, um, Kanaloa sounds kind of…seductive for a patron saint,” she murmured to Daniel.
She supposed the tropical seas were pretty sexual, with all the surf crashing in and warm waves lapping. And with Daniel in them, holy aloha. She gazed at him, having no trouble picturing him cruising through the blue depths, his powerful arms and legs propelling him along.
He scowled, his heavy brows drawing together, jaw tightening under his short beard. Then he shot her a taunting look from under his heavy lashes. “Perhaps you should stay out of his sea, then.”
She bristled, stabbing at her salad so hard a piece of lettuce flew off the plate. “Not happening. I grew up by the ocean. One a lot more dangerous than yours.”
His wide mouth twitched, his cheeks creasing in derision. “You think our seas aren’t dangerous, you’re hūpō, foolish. Haole tourists die here every year because they don’t take care in our waters.”
She knew he was right, but she was too angry to care. Big, patronizing male. Hawaiian native or not, he was behaving as if she were a child.
“At least they don’t freeze to death if they go overboard,” she retorted. “Only takes about forty-five minutes in the winter seas off of Oregon.”
He shook his head. “No, our nice, warm currents will just carry you off to the open ocean, where the only thing they’ll find is what the manō, the sharks, have left. Maybe a piece of your bikini.”
He flicked his gaze down over her as if imagining her in a bikini, and Claire’s body responded as if he had touched her, a shiver running over her skin, her nipples peaking under her top. Squirming as irritation and arousal warred inside her, she dropped her fork and took a cooling drink of ice water.
Looking away from him, she saw that the others were all gazing at her and Daniel. An embarrassed flush heating her cheeks, Claire raised her water glass to her lips again, wishing she could hide behind it. Oh, great. They’d been squabbling in front of her friends and his family.
Melia grinned at her. “Daniel is an artist too,” she said. “Some of his best pieces are on display at Nawea Bay.”
Claire tried to imagine those huge hands holding a paintbrush, and failed. She frowned at him. “Do you paint, like David?”
He shrugged again, a glimmer of humor twitching up the corners of his mouth. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
His taunt immediately raised her hackles again. “You do fantastic things with recycled coat hangers,” she guessed. “Or old flip-flops and peanut-butter jars. Wait, I know—you stack huge chunks of lava in representational shapes.” She grinned, picturing him hefting boulders into a pile, scowling at them the way he was at her, as if he couldn’t figure out why they wouldn’t conform to his will.
Bella and Melia giggled. Tina Ho’omalu’s brows drew together. Oops, Claire recognized that look on her face as well as that of her son: We are not amused.
I couldn't wait to grab this book after reading the first, Walking in Fire and it didn't disappoint. Daniel was bigger, tougher, meaner and okay, sexier than his little brother David. I liked that Claire gave as good as she got. It takes a strong woman to stand beside a man like Daniel. The wonderful Hawaiian mythology that began in book one was continued and expanded upon in this book. It earned 4 stars from me on Goodreads.
Desire as deep and dark as the sea…danger as close as a heartbeat.
Hawaiian Heroes, Book 2
Daniel Ho’omalu’s intimidating physique, tribal tattoos and mane of black braids frighten most women before they get close enough to discover he likes to play rough. Pile on his perilous vocation as one of a secret society of island guardians, and he’s painfully aware he may never find a mate.
One look at Daniel, and Claire Hunter knows she’s found the man of her sensual dreams. Without hesitation she sinks her teeth into the challenge of landing the big Hawaiian in her bed. But while he clearly wants her, he won’t bite back.
Daniel is certain the beautiful haole is too young and innocent to handle his dark sexual needs. Despite their determination to ignore each other, the island casts its spell, and in one explosive night, Daniel learns that Claire is more than a match for him in every way.
When Daniel must leave her side and dive to the depths of the sea to foil a gang of drug smugglers, Claire trusts that their powerful bond will bring her lover back safely to her arms. But his vow of honor to protect his people could be the one thing that breaks her heart.
Warning: Big, hot, tattooed Hawaiian hero who likes it rough—in bed and on the beach. Going deep takes on a whole new meaning in this tropical heat wave.
