Walking In Fire: Hawaiian Heroes, Book 1 - Plot & Excerpts
Watch them disappear. They motored out of the bay as the sun was hanging over the western sea, Maui rising to the northwest in a mist of clouds and the mountain looming over them, dark emerald. Frank had music playing as usual, the soft liquid sounds of ukulele and slack key guitar floating on the air. Mai tais in hand, everyone was smiling, a warm, moist breeze blowing the women’s hair. Leilani had conjured plumeria leis, and Jacquie had her camera phone out, taking pictures. She and Cherie had on tiny sundresses and lots of makeup. Somehow, the two were not nearly as enticing as Melia, who wore a more modest sundress of blue batik that turned her eyes the color of the sea, or maybe that was the hint of shadow she’d brushed on her lids. With her sun-kissed skin and mane of wavy blonde, she looked good enough to eat. Like the other men, Malu wore a loose Hawaiian shirt and shorts, his the shade of Kona coffee. They ate kalua pork, coleslaw, fresh cornbread, rice dish and fruit as they motored slowly along, watching the sun sink in a wash of coral and lavender.
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