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What reviewers are saying:
“Sweet Jesus!! Delilah strikes again with a wonderful start to what is going to no doubt be another Epic Serial by her.
I have read everything from 50 Shades to some seriously erotic novels and short stories, but NONE have stolen my heart like Aolani and Gavin.”
“Among all the sexual tension between Gavin and Aolani, Delilah Fawkes showcases her ability to balance two shifting perspectives between the leads, without making them sound like rehashes of each other. Living dialogue and interesting characters are what makes this more than just erotic fun, it makes a real book.”
Here’s a luscious sneak peak!
The moment I saw her, I knew she was something special.
I wanted to laugh when I saw her bending over that coffee spill, looking back at me in such a vulnerable position, but something in those deep, black eyes and, let’s face it, the arresting sight of her bum pointing straight at me, made me clear my throat and look away before she got the wrong idea. I wanted her, my body reacting to hers, but I had business to attend to. And I certainly didn’t need to be leering at any employees.
But when Martin introduced us, and I felt her small hand in mine, I couldn’t help but feel the connection, couldn’t deny the chemistry between us. With her flowing, black hair and gorgeous skin, she was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen, and my thoughts wandered to the strictly unprofessional.
What would her body look like set free from her business attire? What would those gorgeous curves of hers look like clad only in a teeny, tiny Bond Girl bikini?
Now, standing on the deck of my yacht, I marveled at her bravery. That a person with no experience modeling would have the confidence to get up there and give it a go was impressive, to say the least. I asked her to do it–Hell, I nearly begged her–but I don’t know if I could have done the same, if she’s asked me to don a Speed-o in front of a wanker like Martin, not to mention the rest of the crew.
Aolani was something else. Something remarkable. And even though I knew I shouldn’t get involved, I wanted to know more about her.
“Um… Where should I stand?”
Aolani’s voice cut through my thoughts. She stood near the cabin, the anxiety in her eyes as clear as day, twisting her hands together in front of her body. That beautiful body that should never be covered up.
Martin opened his mouth to answer, probably to tell her to quit fidgeting, but I spoke first.
“Would you please join me by the railing?”
She glanced at Martin’s frown, then nodded to me, obviously relieved I’d be giving the instructions. Martin fumed next to me, but I’d deal with him later. It was too important that she remain calm and comfortable in order to get the shot right.
She wasn’t one of his models, who cut their teeth on the abuse of bastards like him snapping away. It was painfully obvious she didn’t know how beautiful she was, or what she was capable of. She didn’t know what I saw when I looked at her.
She was next to me now, looking up at me with those almond eyes, drawing me to her with that inexplicable tug I felt whenever she was near. I could smell the scent of coconut in her hair, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from traveling downward, over her ample cleavage held perfectly by the cups of her white bikini. My eyes traveled back up to hers, and I cleared my throat.
I had to remain professional.
“I’m picturing you leaning over the railing, Aolani, your elbows resting gently on the wood as you look out to sea. Can you try that for me now?”
She nodded and leaned over, clasping her hands together as she gazed out. I assessed her posture, trying to keep my breathing steady as my gaze slid over her tiny waist and flat belly to the rounded swell of her full hips… and that arse that made my cock stir in my trousers every time I saw it…
“Roll your hips back a little and arch your back, lass,” I said. “It will show you off more.”
She looked at me, her brow furrowing. “Are you sure you want that?”
She looked down, and I could see her cheeks coloring. I wanted to reach out and stroke her cheek, to tell her she had nothing to be afraid of, but I didn’t know how she’d react. I settled for brushing her hair off her shoulder, and noticed her sharp intake of breath when my fingers grazed her skin.
“Absolutely,” I said. “I want to capture those beautiful curves of yours. Soften your gaze as you look out, like you’re seeing everything that you dream of, just over the horizon… Do you know how I mean?”
She chewed her lip and glanced down at my hand, still resting on her shoulder, but didn’t pull back.
“I think so,” she said. “I’ll give it a try.”
She pushed her hips back ever-so-slightly and opened her shoulders, arching her back. I sucked in a breath, and motioned for Martin to come over quickly. The lighting crew followed, hastily setting up their gear.
“Now, Aolani,” I said. “Gaze toward the horizon.”
The wind kicked up, whipping her hair back behind her. Her expression took on the quality of a dreamer, her face relaxed and serene as she looked out over the harbor waves. In that moment, I would have given anything to know what she dreamed about–what kind of vision for her future made her look so peaceful, so hopeful… and so utterly beautiful.
Martin’s camera snapped away, and he started his spiel, telling her to adjust slightly this way and that until he had every angle he wanted captured. But I knew we’d gotten what we needed with that first shot.
Aolani Kahale was a natural.
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