Hawaii Novel By James Michener Novels & Stories

“Sure, there are plenty of millionaires who come to Hawaii probably, but they don't hang out in the places that we go. They'll be at the fanciest restaurants and the fanciest clubs and the fanciest, well, everything!” Mina shook her head. “But seriously, if you're going to read anything, why romance novels?” I bit my lower lip and shrugged. “I guess I just like to have hope,” I told her. “It's a nice escape from reality, and it's nice to think that maybe, just maybe, there's-” “Some Prince Charming who's perfect for you, who holds the door for you and brings you breakfast in bed and is 100% perfect? You believe in that stuff?”

The people of Havalu lived simply, their lives dictated by the tides and the crops they grew, untouched by the chaos that brewed in the world beyond their shores. Yenari, the newly appointed Chief Captain of the island, a tall muscular tanned man in his early thirties, arrived at the shore within minutes, walking through the small crowd that gathered around the body. He had taken over leadership from his retired father not long ago, and his responsibilities weighed heavily on his shoulders. As he approached the shore, he welcomed the sea breeze carrying the saltiness of the ocean, and before him, as the crowd made way for his presence, he saw the woman lying still in the sand, her dark hair

Yet, he steeled himself, ready to face the challenges head-on. Michel had been eagerly awaiting his trip to Hawaii, a much-needed break from his busy schedule. He had heard all about Liam and Rose's adventures on the island, and a part of him was a little disappointed that he had missed out on their vacation. But now, as he touched down in the tropical paradise, he was determined to make the most of his time there.

Uno said coldly, causing Santi to glance at him in the rearview mirror; it was the first time Uno had opened up like this, even if not in detail. Manuela looked away from Uno and sighed, leaning back in her seat. "Where are we going in Hawaii? We're only going sightseeing for three days, right?" Manuela changed the subject. Uno took a brochure and handed it to her. "Our destination is Honolulu, the capital of Hawaii. The organizer already booked an inn for us for three days. There are other places besides Honolulu you can visit; you can enjoy those three days wandering around." "You? So I'm the only one who will be sightseeing in Hawaii? What about you? What will you do?" Manuela asked Uno.

If there’s heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached to it. – Jimmy Buffett It was the last day in Hawaii and Jolene stood on the private beach watching the sun go down. Neo stood off to the side, giving her the space that she had asked for. As always, the guards stood discreetly out of the way.

Willow's POV A few weeks later... Hawaii is marvelous! It's nothing like what they said it was in the stories... It's even better! The water is bluer than blue- it's aqua and bright and stunning against the radiating sun. Oh and the beaches: they're like warm, soft snow under my feet when I take my morning walks along our private beach with Maddox.

"I was serious when I said I owed you big time. Now let me prove it." * * * Once we were in his car and on the road, I asked, "So, how was Hawaii?" "Oh, man, it was amazing," he gushed. "Everything was so unbelievably beautiful." He glanced over at me briefly and gave me a lopsided grin. "The women were...just smoking hot. I hooked up with this female diver, man. She was a little older and had her own place. I got to sneak over two or three times a day. It was fantastic."

Or Mýa, whom I’ve never even heard of, so… Touché. We soak a while longer, until she quietly asks, “Do you have a bucket list, James?” “Um, I’m not really sure,” I earnestly say. “I’ve kind of been everywhere.” “Everywhere?” “Well, except for Hawaii.” She gasps. Pulls slightly away so she can shift, mostly twisting at the waist, and stare at me. “You’ve never been to Hawaii?” She’s completely aghast. I playfully lob back, “Have you been to Hawaii?”

He spent most of his evenings stretched out on it, snoozing away. At two-thirty in the afternoon, however, he was sitting upright and reading a book on . . . orchids, Lohano saw, as he quickly walked towards him. 'Alii Koki’Hana,’ he said, holding out his arms. Koki’Hana struggled to his feet, and quickly took the young man in a warm embrace. Lohano. It’s so good to see you again. How is your father, King Lopaka?’ Lohano didn’t have the faintest idea. He hadn’t set foot on Maui for months.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs