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Dangers in paradise…

 

Hawaiian Heroes, Book 3

On Hawaii’s Big Island to supervise a photo shoot for her sporting goods company, Bella Moran is looking forward to relaxing with her newfound family. As the island works its magic on her Ho’omalu blood, though, something strange begins to happen.

In her dreams, she is at one with the untamed rainforest, able to command the trees and flowers with a terrifying power. Unfortunately, she finds no rest in her waking hours, dealing with the sexy, boy-in-a-man-suit star of the shoot.

Joel Girand, star of his own TV adventure show, signed on for a relaxing weekend showcasing tropical camping gear. He never expected to fall for an uptight executive type like Bella, but there’s something about her lush native beauty that excites the wild places in his soul.

In Joel’s arms, Bella feels her civilized veneer peeling away. But when it becomes clear someone with a grudge against her family is using deadly force to sabotage the shoot, Bella’s frightening dream power manifests in the very clear light of day. And Joel must decide if his heart will let him stand back and let her sacrifice everything—even her life—for her native home.

 

Warning: A wahine who’ll stop at nothing to claim her man. Steamy interlude in the tropical forest, including illicit use of flowers.

 

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Blooming in the Wild

Copyright © 2012 by Cathryn Cade

ISBN: 978-1-61921-370-8

Edited by Linda Ingmanson

Cover by Kim Killion

 

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Blooming in the Wild

Cathryn Cade

 

Dedication

To The Rose City Romance Writers 2007-12, without whom I would never have been published. You’ll always be my home crowd!

With special thanks to Jessica Smith, Viola Grace, Mike Garzillo, Denice Gordon and Jessa Slade for reading early versions of these stories, to Cheryl Kennedy and Teri Patrick for promo advice, to Remy Stone, Laurel Newberry and Elizabeth Parker for sharing the joy, to Deanne Wilsted, Maggie Jaimeson and Kim Wollenberg for leading the chapter with vision, to Delilah Marvelle for providing an example of a successful author who is never a diva, to Christy Caughie for her splendid artwork, to Nancy Lytle for her example of grace and perseverance, and to Sabrina York for showing us a meteoric career takeoff.

And to Delle Jacobs, one of the pioneers of digital romance publishing success. Thanks for leading the way.

Prologue

If she’d been awake, of course she would never have jumped.

But in the dream, she stood on the edge of a cliff. The mountain fell away below her in a cascade of misty green. Down between the tall trees, a wild profusion of shrubs and vines clung to the rich soil.

Standing on the brink, she tipped back her head and lifted her hands, palms upward in a hosanna of joy to the misty clouds above and the warm rain pattering down. Her island drank, and she was grateful.

At her gesture, the trees stretched out their branches to her. She laughed, and they leaned farther, obeying her summons, their leaves caressing her bare skin. Delight filled her. They were hers, all of them. And she was theirs.

She wore nothing but a brief kapa skirt, crown and lei of fragrant plumeria and red hyacinth, their petals soft against her forehead and bare breasts. Odd but right.

A cry slashed the quiet—a scarlet ‘I’iwi bird, swooping from an ohia tree to call a warning.

She frowned in displeasure as a motor growled through the quiet forest. Reaching out her hand, she commanded the trees to part. Below her, a large vehicle rumbled along a narrow road. She couldn’t see the occupants behind the shaded windows, but she knew they’d come to do harm to those who dwelled here.

Rage sprouted inside her, an explosive growth that must be released.

She beckoned, and a long vine slipped down from its supporting tree and twined through the air into her hand. Without hesitation, she launched herself out and down, swooping through the rain like an avenging angel, supported only by the vine. Around her, the forest came alive, the trees swaying, branches lashing, rain flying in silver
streams from their leaves. The shrubs and plants lining the ground shivered, as if they would follow her.

They were all hers, and they would obey her, help her destroy the intruders.

Wait—destroy?

She wasn’t a killer. The forest had hypnotized her. Lulled her into believing she belonged to it, that she must fly to the rescue of those in it.

But she couldn’t fly. She wasn’t a creature of the forest, she was…

No! She couldn’t remember who she was. Was she this wild wahine, or her quiet, everyday self?

Bereft of belief, she began to fall, plummeting toward the ground below. The speed of her descent sucked the breath from her lungs, branches slashed at her, the hard dark lava of the road bed rushed up to meet her.

 

She woke with a strangled scream of terror, her heart pounding, skin damp with perspiration, to find herself sitting upright in the middle of a strange bed. Struggling to steady her gasping breaths, she peered around her in the shadows. A tidy hotel room, with a desk, a chair, a lamp and a suitcase, open on the rack. Her suitcase, her business suit hanging in the open closet beside it. Her tablet computer, ready on the desk.

This was her reality. She was Bella Moran, businesswoman.

She was here on Maui, Hawaii, for a meeting with her company’s financial officers and local manager, ready to open DelRay Sporting Goods’ first Hawaiian branch factory and store.

In a day and a half, she’d be leaving by boat for the wild stretch of coastline south of Kona on Hawaii’s Big Island, in charge of a photo shoot to showcase the new summer line of outdoor products. She was in charge of making sure the expedition went smoothly, that everyone got along and worked well together.

She was Bella Moran, from Portland, Oregon. And she was afraid she was losing her mind.

Blinking at the hot tears that filled her eyes, Bella crawled through the tangled sheets to the edge of the bed and reached out to grasp her cell phone. She swiped her wet cheeks with a corner of the sheet and peered at the bright little screen in her palm. Four thirty in the morning, local time, but she had to talk to someone, had to hear the voice of someone who might understand.

Finding a name, she hesitated, and then tapped it with her thumb. She lifted the phone to her ear and waited until a male voice answered, rough with sleep.

“It’s Daro. What’s wrong,
nani,
pretty one?”

“I’m sorry to wake you,” she managed, her voice trembling. “But I need to know. Do you ever have…dreams?”

Chapter One

To Do: Organize one group of pampered divas, a boatload of camping equipment and gourmet provisions. Escort them into the tropical Hawaiian wilderness
.

 

God save him from the princesses of the world.

Joel Girand was damn tired of waiting for the last passenger for the Hawaiian Dive boat. Tipping his head back against one of the tall pilings that supported the dock, he heaved a sigh, willing himself to calm. Behind him, the forty-foot catamaran rocked gently on the water of the small yacht-club basin, the evening sun sliding through the clouds to gild the tall mast and glint off of the white hull.

Joel had arrived at the Kona Yacht Club dock forty minutes ago to make sure all the equipment had arrived for this weekend expedition to a remote area of the Big Island. Even though he wasn’t technically in charge, the gig had his name on it alongside DelRay Sporting Goods, and he always made sure everything was in place before he went into the backcountry. Missing equipment made for an uncomfortable or downright dangerous expedition. He didn’t mind doing uncomfortable if it was necessary, but he’d rather his danger had some fun attached, instead of being caused by sloppy gear prep.

Of course, this particular trip was all about gear, so there was a plethora. DelRay wanted an expert, him, to try out their new summer line of clothing and camping equipment, and give them lots of photo ops while he did so, in one of the most beautiful places on earth, Hawaii. They’d managed to find a wild spot that was less than two hours south by boat along the Kona coast, and the company had taken care of all logistics. Everything was long-since packed on the boat—tents, mess kits, clothing and his own duffel.

There were plenty of people along too, three of them a lot prettier than his usual crew. He grinned as he thought of the pithy comments Al and Jorge would make about that comparison. His photographer and assistant had bitched about being left out of this plum assignment, but he knew Al was off to spend time with his family, and Jorge planned to do some fishing in Baja. He wouldn’t have minded having them along, either. This trip might not be physically dangerous, but it was crucial if he wanted to hang on to his career.

All but one of the other passengers had arrived shortly after he did. The photographer and a guy who was her boyfriend or assistant, as well as two younger women and a man, were relaxing in the shade. He figured the latter trio to be the models. The pretty redhead was hanging on the guy, playing some game on his phone with him.

The blonde was tall and reed-slim, except for her breasts. She smiled at Joel and gave him a special viewing in her low-cut sundress as she took off her little jacket. He was pretty sure those melons weren’t real, but he was a guy—he enjoyed the show anyway.

She spent the rest of her time inspecting her nails, so his interest cooled a bit. He appreciated a pretty woman, but he’d just as soon she wasn’t wrapped up in her appearance, especially when she was headed out into the wild. Although she got paid for looking good, so maybe on her personal scale, a chipped nail counted as a real tragedy.

The redhead was shorter, her hair in wild curls around her head and shoulders. She had a tattoo around one slender ankle and wore a halter and tight shorts that displayed her curves. A guy had to love the tropics, where the wahines wore no more than they had to.

The photographer wasn’t a knockout like them, but she looked interesting. Elegant. A slender, fit woman in her thirties or early forties, she wore a hat over her dark auburn hair, and a light top and shorts. She was smiling to herself as she watched the others, as if she found them amusing. Her assistant, a youngish Asian man with hair bleached a strange platinum Joel had last seen on a hooker on a street corner in LA, sat flipping a fancy folding knife end over end. He looked as bored as Joel.

Joel rolled his head against the dock post behind him, looking without hope toward the parking lot. The small area was framed by a high bank overgrown with the huge philodendron vines the locals called monstera, glossy leaves hanging quiet in the warm, damp air.

Not that Joel minded hanging around a quiet Hawaiian waterfront, but he’d just as soon do it with a cold beer and some music. He was about to haul out his own phone and look for a game. He’d taken to playing strategy games on his last trip into Asia, with long waits at every airport. His current favorite involved freeing an explorer from a mythical forest full of strange traps in the fewest moves possible—without getting killed, of course.

That was when he saw her—finally. A dark-haired beauty strode down the dock toward them, hips swaying, high heels tapping on the dock. He recognized the red duffel she pulled behind her. It was one of the new lines they’d be testing. He’d never seen the woman before. He would have remembered. She was Hawaiian, but the Honolulu version, from her red stilettos to her little white froth of a suit.

She stopped before him. He rose in one lithe motion.

“’Bout time, Princess,” he drawled.

She cocked her hip, planted one hand on it and looked at him from behind her sunglasses. “Did I keep you waiting? Well then, I’ll have to make up for lost time, yeah?” Her voice was low and clear, and laced with sweet sarcasm.

Letting go the handle of her duffel, she opened the single button of her little jacket and shrugged out of it in one lithe motion. It dropped onto her bag. He just had time to note the red spaghetti-strap tank she wore beneath it when she unfastened her skirt too.

The short garment slithered down, revealing a tiny pair of bikini bottoms, cut high on sloping rounded hips that lengthened into a pair of toned, pretty legs, every inch the color of Hawaiian honey. She stepped out of the skirt and tossed it onto the duffel as well, leaving her standing there in the undies and red fuck-me heels like a contestant in a dockside beauty pageant. She lifted her arms and unfastened her dark hair from the coil high on her head. As she shook her head, her hair slithered down her back in a fall of near-black silk.

Stepping out of her shoes, she wriggled her bare toes on the dock. She had a little red flower thing painted on one of her dainty toenails. His gaze slid back up the line of her legs, over those hips, her small waist and breasts, and up to her face.

The designer shades hid her eyes, but her soft, red lips curved up in a smirk that said she knew he’d been riveted to every move of her little strip show. “Fast enough for you, moke?”

She cocked her head to look past him, and her smile widened into the real thing, flashing white teeth and dimples at the corners of her mouth.

“Hi, Frank. Sorry I’m so late—the meeting ran long.”

Released from his sensual spell, Joel blinked. He sucked in a long breath and shook his head slightly. Damn! He’d stopped breathing about the time her skirt slid down. Of course, her tiny tease of a garment was really a swimsuit, and not the barest one he’d seen in Hawaii. However, the shock of her little strip show had had his mind going further, fast.

He watched in bemused lust and irritation as she bent over, her back to him, to gather up her suit and shoes and bundle them into the duffel. The move presented her heartshaped ass and rounded legs as if she were offering to let him finish undressing her. Yeah, he’d like to run his hands right under those little bottoms and pull them down, letting them drift to her ankles as he slid his fingertips between her thighs and cupped her where she’d be soft and wet and hot.

Her ass was surprisingly lush on her fit body. And that thin top—as she straightened, pulling the duffel toward the boat, the move outlined her breasts. They might be small, but on her they were…
ka nani,
so pretty, like halves of a ripe papaya.

The captain of the boat, a lean, wiry Hawaiian with silver in his dark hair, grinned back at her, his amusement clear. “Aloha, Bella. Welcome back to Kona.”


Mahalo
. Let me get my bag, and we can get going.”

Going—right. They needed to get going. He was going somewhere, not having hot monkey sex on a public dock. Blowing out a long breath, Joel leaned over and grabbed her duffel, swinging it forward and onto the boat, where it was scooped up by a skinny Hawaiian in a white Hawaiian Dive T-shirt and baggy shorts. Kobe—no, Frank had introduced him as Eddy. The stocky one was Kobe.

Ms. Hawaii’s dark brows scrunched together, a crease between them, but then her face smoothed as if a curtain had fallen. “Mahalo.”

Joel gestured with ironic courtesy that she should board the boat first. She stepped up onto the cat and walked across to the far side. She balanced lightly, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. It shone in a last ray of sun, glossy as a bird’s wing with reddish highlights among the espresso-hued strands. “All right, everyone,” Frank called. “Welcome aboard. Let’s go to Na’alele.”

Damn straight Joel was ready to go—a mellow three-day cruise into a gentle wilderness with few bugs, no large predators or hostile natives, with full cell phone service and great food, surrounded by gorgeous women, even if one of them was by turns seductive as a hula dancer and prickly as a noni fruit. At least she didn’t smell like a noni. The small, prickly Hawaiian fruit was known for its medicinal qualities and its stench.

He didn’t know what he’d been worrying about. This gig was going to be a cinch. He’d get some great publicity, and take it back to the network execs, as proof that he was a bankable commodity. Joel was smiling to himself as he stepped onto the boat.

 

Bella flung herself onto the bench seat, only to recoil when her backbone connected painfully with the boat rail. She gritted her teeth against the pain and then deliberately made herself relax, letting her back curve into the railing. She was not going to allow herself to be rattled by some equipment cowboy with a macho swagger.

Although she’d had a little fun with him. She couldn’t quite believe she’d done that—stripped off her business suit right in front of him and everyone else on the dock. All the irritation and frustration of the long day of meetings and last-minute checks to ensure everything was in place not only for the store opening but for this trip had channeled into a flush of anger, and she’d sort of…snapped.

Their celebrity star had watched every move, she could tell. Bella straightened her sunglasses and eyed him surreptitiously through the dark lenses. As he sauntered past her, she crossed her legs, swiveling her knees away.

He was big enough that she’d come only to his shoulder when they’d been standing on the dock, and she’d been dwarfed by his broad shoulders and brawny physique. He certainly filled out his clinging white T-shirt, which bore the palm tree logo of DelRay’s summer line, and, his ass was tight and round under the thin fabric of his khaki cargo shorts. Although the hair curling up in loose commas from under his baseball cap was reddish, he was tanned, not a freckle in sight.

Realizing she was staring, Bella jerked her gaze away, her cheeks hot. She glanced around, but no one seemed to have noticed her interest. She blew out an impatient breath. Enough of that silliness. It was just that she wasn’t used to such strongly conflicted feelings about a guy. On one hand, any guy who called her a princess didn’t deserve a second look, even if he was drool-worthy. On the other hand, he was extremely drool-worthy. Besides, since when was she impressed with guys just because they were big? Well, since forever.

Of course, he wasn’t as big as David or Daniel. Polynesian to the core, her newly discovered Hawaiian cousins were built like the volcanic peak that loomed above the boat, the top hidden in the clouds. She wished the Ho’omalus were here now, with her two best friends. Melia had married David two months ago, here on the beach. Claire and Daniel would be married in August, on the beach at Nawea Bay, the family’s private enclave.

When this four-day expedition was over, Bella would continue on with Frank and his boat to Nawea for a few days’ visit. She could hardly wait. She and Melia and Claire were as close as sisters. Now, oddly enough, they really were going to be related, by marriage.

She sighed, rolling her shoulders to ease the tension and weariness of sitting—in boardrooms, cars and airplanes. She’d been on the islands for three days now, and all she’d had time for was meetings with the other DelRay people. Launching the new factory and store was a big venture for the Oregon-based sporting goods company. They’d made their name with eco-friendly clothing and equipment constructed of recycled and manmade fibers as much as possible.

Delton Rayburn had a second home on Maui, and he wanted his company to have a foothold there as well. Bella was one of the people in charge of making that happen.

She’d do it too, even if it meant spending most of her time here wearing high heels, carrying a briefcase and ducking from one air-conditioned space to the next. At least on this portion of her trip, she’d be outdoors, on the forested slopes of Pele’s volcanoes.

The other expedition members filed onto the boat. The redhead was next, holding her phone in one hand, carrying an enormous bag that matched her hotpink shorts. A tiny white tank revealed a flowered bikini top that barely contained her full breasts. Bella squared her shoulders, rejecting her urge to hunch. So what if her own breasts were small? She was a grown-up, and she was happy with her body. It was toned and fit and did all the things she wanted it to do.

The blonde model wore a low-cut halter dress and Roman sandals that climbed her willowy ankles. She smiled as she passed Bella, revealing perfect white teeth. The male model close behind her smiled too, and Bella blinked. Whoa, with his Hawaiian good looks, he’d be perfect for a photo shoot at one of the resorts. He wore his hair long, like her cousin Zane, and it was the same deep coffee hue, although the resemblance ended there. This man didn’t have the Ho’omalu jaw, or their eyes, dark as ebony and surrounded with thick, black lashes and slashing brows.

She now knew she had Ho’omalu eyes too. She’d spent years plucking her brows to keep them under control and watching her friends learn mascara and eyeliner, things she hadn’t really needed, feeling the odd girl out even though they groaned about how lucky she was. She wore makeup at work as part of her polished, professional look, but on her days off, she rarely bothered. And now that she’d met her father and his extended family on her last visit to the Big Island, she knew at last where she’d gotten her ebony brows and lashes, her mane of coffee-dark hair, her golden skin.

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