Hawaiian Fragrance (The Hawaiians Book 3) by Meg Amor

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Hawaiian Fragrance (The Hawaiians Book 3)

#NSFWexcerpts and regular ones on all my books at www.troikaromance.com. Here’s a sneak peek #NSFWexcerpt from Hawaiian Fragrance. It’s the third book in The Hawaiians series and follows on from award-winning Hawaiian Orchid and Hawaiian Lei, in the Mahikoa-Masterson family of “lost boys.” This is Danny’s story. Aloha 🙂

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?

Editor: Treva Harte
Cover Art: Syneca Featherstone
Publisher: Loose Id, LLC

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EXCERPT:

Paolo:

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 pluck 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.”

“Danny Lucerno.”

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.

Matt:

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.

Danny:

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.”

I laugh.

“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.

“It’s okay.”

“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.

“Sounds good.”

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.

Editor: Treva Harte
Cover Art: Syneca Featherstone
Publisher: Loose Id, LLC

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