When fiery and voluptuous Gloria Grant is betrayed and jilted by her fiancé, her future in Las Vegas looks bleak. Only the land of her youth can save her injured soul. Returning to the lush Kona coast of Hawaii, she tries to help her great aunt save their family home. Little does she know what her help will bring…. Everything changes one night on a moonlit beach when a man steps from the foamy surf, out of her dreams and straight into her heart.
Dangerously attractive Mano is an ancient warrior, cursed by the gods to live as an aumakua, a shark god. He is a man torn between two worlds, destined to live in neither. When Gloria and her great aunt call upon him for help, he is duty bound to protect them. But his desire for Gloria’s golden flesh soon has the shark man wishing to stay on land forever.
Can Gloria and Mano break the curse and appease the gods? Or is Mano destined to return to the sea, breaking Gloria’s heart in the process?
A man walked, liquid, from the foaming surf. His black hair glistened silver in the slowly returning moonlight. The water ran a race with moonbeams down his bronzed skin. Gloria’s breath caught in her throat. A god stepped from the ocean, his body carved for protection and for passion. She swallowed hard at the sight of him. An air of familiarity danced around him. Gloria gasped.
It was him.
That face, that body, and that dark gaze that seemed to drink up the sight of her. His was the face she conjured up in her dreams each night. Gloria stood transfixed. Her fantasy had become real. “Holy shit!”
Omana let out a soft titter.
Gloria’s eyes widened when he stepped a few feet farther from the water. Hard planes of sculpted muscle rippled with barely restrained power with every step he took. The waves pooled at his waist, lapping at the ever-expanding coating of bronzed skin.
Her fantasy was also as naked as the day he was born.
The most gorgeous naked Hawaiian man she’d ever laid eyes on strode toward her, and all she could do was stand rooted to the sand like a palm tree. The man’s dark eyes, the gray color of the clouds that forever blanketed Mauna Kea Summit, focused on her. Only when he stood directly in front of her did he stop.
He must be at least six-foot-one. If he wrapped those powerful arms around her, she would only come up to the crook of his shoulder. She mentally shook herself. Where had that thought come from?
“Why have you summoned me?” The man’s voice was warm and husky. The tones danced along her body.
“Who are you?” she croaked out. Not for one minute did she believe he was the result of some ancient Hawaiian ritual.
“I am Mano, guardian to the Kahaunaele family. Why have you summoned the aumakua?”
A shiver ran down her spine. The sound rumbled deep from within his chest, as if the Earth was shaking from Pele’s anger. She hadn’t been this affected by a man in years. Not even James.
“That was once my name, young man, long ago,” Aunt Monie murmured.
The shark man turned his attention to Omana. “Why have you summoned me?
“Could you at least put some clothes on?” Gloria reached for the blanket at her feet.