Being in love means having a partner willing to help you explore your sexual fantasies. But how far is too far?
Super-cop Jack Cannon, head of the West Los Angeles Police Department's Violent Crimes Unit has some big problems. His cat is missing. He's about to take part in the Pride parade, and his lover, Lucky, wants Jack to wear a purple tutu. No way in hell is Jack about to prance down Santa Monica Boulevard in a damned tutu! Who does Lucky think he is? Honey Boo Boo?
To cap off a day of disasters, Jack takes a call from a colleague in distress and finds it's a trap. He's been set up and is quickly abducted, held captive and subjected to hours of sexual sadism. What did Jack do to deserve this? And what's all this got to do with a pesky bottle of Wite-Out?
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.