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Tinder and Jason are back in Honolulu, determined to face the future...but an unexpected friend from Tinder's Hotel Street days turns their lives upside down.

Now that Jason is home, safe from his horrific mission aboard the SS Malama, he and Tinder once again return to Honolulu to help in the rebuilding of Pearl Harbor. Jason, who faces a military tribunal on the fate of the cargo ship's lost crew members, suffers from traumatic nightmares as a result of his ordeal. Tinder, determined to nurture and protect his lover, is devastated when the truth of the crew's capture and Jason's dramatic escape is revealed.

Determined to face the future with renewed determination and courage, the two men also soon learn that fate has some other new surprises in store for them. In the ensuing months of WWII Honolulu, Jason and Tinder grow closer and closer in spite of hate—and help—from unexpected quarters, their abiding hearts rediscover the meaning of aloha.

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Release dateNov 14, 2011
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Abiding Heart
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A.J. Llewellyn

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. never lacks inspiration for male/male erotic romances and on the rare occasions 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.

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    Abiding Heart - A.J. Llewellyn

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    Abiding Heart

    ISBN # 978-0-85715-809-3

    ©Copyright A.J. Llewellyn 2011

    Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright November 2011

    Edited by Stacey Birkel

    Total-E-Bound Publishing

    This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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    Published in 2011 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

    Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Total-e-burning and a sexometer of 2.

    Pearl Harbor

    ABIDING HEART

    A.J. Llewellyn

    Book Three in the Pearl Harbor Series

    Tinder and Jason are back in Honolulu, determined to face the future…but an unexpected friend from Tinder’s Hotel Street days turns their lives upside down.

    Now that Jason is home, safe from his horrific mission aboard the SS Malama, he and Tinder once again return to Honolulu to help in the rebuilding of Pearl Harbor. Jason, who faces a military tribunal on the fate of the cargo ship’s lost crew members, suffers from traumatic nightmares as a result of his ordeal. Tinder, determined to nurture and protect his lover, is devastated when the truth of the crew’s capture and Jason’s dramatic escape is revealed.

    Determined to face the future with renewed determination and courage, the two men also soon learn that fate has some other new surprises in store for them. In the ensuing months of WWII Honolulu, Jason and Tinder grow closer and closer in spite of hate—and help—from unexpected quarters, their abiding hearts rediscover the meaning of aloha.

    Author’s Note

    I would like to thank all the people who reached out to me when Vagabond Heart and Gypsy Heart were published, sharing stories of their own families’ experiences at Pearl Harbor. I have been touched to learn of their lives during the events of that fateful day, and in the aftermath of the attack on December 7, 1941.

    My thanks to Linda Lang, who shared her father’s wartime correspondence with me. His unsent letters, depicting a young man’s fears, really touched my heart.

    In life, he never discussed what happened to him as a POW in Japan, Korea and China. The discovery of his missives—wedged in an old travel guide—in the year since his passing, is his painful legacy that his children are only now beginning to understand.

    Like many POWs he had never come to grips with what happened to him, yet could not find the words to convey his feelings to those around him.

    I would like to thank my awesome WWII expert Merrylee Lanehart, for combing over each and every page of this series for accuracy.

    My biggest thanks go to my amazing editor, Stacey Birkel, who has worked so diligently on these stories and Abiding Heart, the third chapter of Tinder and Jason’s love story.

    And, finally, my thanks to Dee Wyeth who came up with the title for this book.

    ~A.J. Llewellyn

    Dedication

    I dedicate this book to all the POWs, those still living and those in repose.

    Trademarks Acknowledgement

    The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

    I’ll Be With You In Apple Blossom Time: Neville Fleeson and Albert Von Tilzer

    Deforest Crosley: Crosley Broadcasting Corporation

    You Made Me Love You: Harry James

    Honolulu Star-Bulletin: Oahu Publications, Inc.

    Johnson & Johnson baby powder: Johnson & Johnson

    Similac: Abbott Laboratories

    Delahaye 135: Hotchkiss et Cie

    Zephyr: Ford Motor Company

    Fairy soap: Procter and Gamble

    K-Y Jelly: Johnson & Johnson

    Bounce Me Brother With A Solid Four: Don Raye and Hughie Prince

    Chapter One

    Honolulu, Hawaii

    Wednesday, January 21, 1942

    I lay in bed, listening for my lover’s footfall. It was a little before seven o’clock in the morning and he’d been gone almost an hour. I wrestled with my desire to give him a little more time before I charged off looking for him. I let out a breath. I hadn’t been aware that I’d been holding it, not really, but I worried each time he was away from me. I never said anything, but I felt my fears were reasonable considering that he had been captured by Japanese forces at sea just a few short weeks ago.

    Miraculously, he’d managed to escape.

    I kept giving myself reasons to stay in bed, keeping it warm for him, just like he’d asked me to. I held the pillow that contained his scent—ylang ylang and sandalwood. I gave myself up to the sweet, soothing sounds of The Andrews Sisters singing I’ll Be With You In Apple Blossom Time. I wanted to be with Jason all the time. I entertained myself by imagining what I would do to him when he came home.

    The lush, yet breezy harmonies relaxed me. I had almost drifted off when my lover, who’d had a rough night’s sleep, walked back into our little Chinatown studio.

    He gazed at me the way he always did lately, as though he couldn’t believe he was with me, that I was real. I saw the emotions crossing his face as I smiled, holding my arms out to him. He dropped his gas mask on the bedside table. The music stopped and the radio announcer read off the latest news bulletin.

    All citizens be alert. There will be fines issued to anyone seen without their gas masks—

    Turn it off, baby, please, Jason begged.

    Music was fine. Constant, negative news was hard to take, especially when war bulletins came in each and every minute. I understood how he felt. He was weary. Bone weary. I was his respite.

    I leaned over my side of the bed.

    Let me find some music, I said. I fiddled with the dials. We’d picked up the astounding 1937 Deforest Crosley tube radio and twenty-three-inch tall cabinet for the princely sum of three dollars at one of the many yard sales that had sprung up around the islands over the last few weeks. With families leaving Hawaii in droves, they were desperate to offload the things they thought they couldn’t ship back to the mainland. It was in immaculate condition and the sound quality was superb. We liked to turn the radio’s ‘magic eye’ and find our favourite music as we lay in bed. We adored making love to Glenn Miller, Artie Shaw and The Andrews Sisters. For the minutes we listened to their lovely songs, the world was a beautiful, peaceful place again…

    We had a fully furnished home in Waikiki, but I had turned it over to the military government as a gesture of goodwill whilst my lover had been on a clandestine mission for our country. Jason still hadn’t quite forgiven me, but I had taken out some of his favourite antiques, his clothes, books—and a box of booze—so we had everything we needed.

    I so loved the little studio he owned in a back alley off Maunakea Avenue. We’d managed to pick up some wonderful pieces of furniture and kitchen utensils for it. Jason liked to joke that we could hardly move because we had so much stuff, but I found it hard to walk past these frantic families without purchasing something. I loved that our new little home was big enough just for the two of us. And I loved living in Chinatown. In the months before he met me, the studio had been Jason’s little crash pad. When he worked late at his bank, he would spend a few hours here then return to work. Now it was our love nest. Chinatown was our world. People accepted us…no, they embraced us.

    No music. Just news. And none of it good.

    Turn it off, baby, I want to concentrate on you.

    This time I did as he asked. I turned back to him. He had a lustful gleam in his eye as he kicked off his shoes, then dropped his trousers and shirt on the floor. As usual I got a thrill seeing him naked.

    Get in here, you. I held out my arms again and he slipped back under the covers with me. He smelt faintly of dry cleaner fluid.

    A whole week we’d been back in Waikiki, and we’d thrown ourselves into our new projects. Jason had resumed running his family’s bank here in Chinatown. He’d given loans to several local businessmen to take over stores that had been abandoned by people anxious to leave the islands, thanks to the attack on Pearl Harbor.

    Jason himself had purchased two laundries and a dry cleaner. Together, we had given several friends money in order to plant and harvest fruit and vegetables at their homes—Victory Gardens that had started cropping up on the expansive windward side of the island to combat chronic food shortages.

    Hopeful families in Waikiki had started planting in allotted spaces in public parks, and we had given them money, too. We hoped this positive war effort would be the antidote to the drunken, debauched honky-tonk bars that sold lethal imitation gin and watered-down drinks to the armed forces streaming into the islands.

    He had left our bed at the crack of dawn to open all three of his businesses. He would return in a couple of hours to keep an eye on things. Restaurants, laundries and dry cleaners were the unexpected boom industries, thanks to the war effort. But right now, my job was Jason.

    He snuggled in my arms, pressing kisses on my throat and neck. His

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