Let me entice you with an excerpt from my newest release, Love those Hula Hips:
Hoku entered the Pacific with an audible sigh. She swam just beyond the wave break and turned to lie on her back. The familiar up and down cradling motion of salt water eased the tension at the base of her neck. She closed her eyes. As the waves rocked her back and forth, her arms and legs relaxed and her spine melded with the ocean. Her lips formed a crescent of contentment as images of growing up at the Breezeway emerged like a slide show—her grandmother stringing plumeria leis for the guests, catching ʹaʹama crab on the beach with her brother, and her mom weaving lauhala leaves into baskets. Hoku’s throat caught as she imagined her beloved dad playing “Opihi Man” on the ukulele while she danced a lively hula.
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