Mingo McCloud has a lot going on. Dealing with his private life just got more complicated now that he and his lover, Francois, have a fulltime teenager in the house. And soon Mingo has a new foe on his hands: the banshee goddess of the Seven Bridges. Yep, only an island guy like Mingo could wind up tangling with an ancient deity in what should be a routine murder investigation.
But that’s not all. Hawaii has just passed the same-sex civil union bill. Will Francois give up his resistance to getting hitched and pop the question? And what about their son, Ferric? What does his new obsession with a teenage surfing queen have to do with a shark, bikini workouts, pole dancing and…wedding cake?
Note to readers: This title is Number 5 in the Mingo McCloud series, but can easily be read as a stand-alone book.
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Fixated
Copyright © 2011 A.J. Llewellyn
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Fixated
Mingo McCloud Five
By
AJ Llewellyn
Dedication
To Mr. Neil Abercrombie, Hawaii’s new governor, for passing into law the same sex civil union bill (HB444) on February 17, 2011. Thank you for keeping your promise to the many GLBT families who trusted and believed in you. Thank you for proving that superheroes are real and that we all can, and should, believe in miracles. Thank you for making history.
Thank you most of all for being the epitome of the Aloha spirit.
And as always, my thanks and love to Goddess Pele, Queen of the Volcanoes.
Chapter One
“You know, Dad, I read an article online that said gay parents almost always produce gay children. You and Dad must be doing something wrong because I like girls.”
Oy. My eyes were barely open and I hadn’t even put my lips to my first cup of coffee yet and my stepson, Ferric, was hitting me with a balls-to-the-wall issue first thing in the morning. For a moment, nobody said anything. I could hear crickets, and we don’t even get those in Hawaii.
I cleared my throat as my lover, Francois, pressed a steaming cup into my hands. I caught his wicked grin and a whiff of pure Kona coffee. Mmm…which did I want more? My lover or some java? Ferric was his son, and a chip off the old block.
Glancing at our teenager, I decided humor at six-thirty in the morning was key.
“I’m glad you like girls, Ferric. How else am I going to get all those grandchildren I want?”
Ferric gaped at me. “Grandchildren? Are you high? I’m not talking about making babies. I’m talking about sex.”
“Well, I have news for you,” I said, fortified by a couple of sips and Francois’s widening smile. “Sex is what makes babies happen.”
“Not if I use a condom.” Ferric frowned. “You know, you’re starting to sound like Grandma.”
Oh, my God! He wants to have sex? Where did I go wrong? We’ve only had custody of him for seven months and he’s talking about sex! We’ve corrupted him!
“No, I’m not.” Holy crap, I was. Mom banged on about wanting more grandkids. She was gaga over Ferric.
“Yes, you are. Next, you’ll be painting the kitchen avocado green.”
“No, I won’t.” I started to sweat. Why was I suddenly thinking avocado green was the new in shade?
“Oh, Ferric.” I put my cup down and rushed over to him, throwing my arms around his Aloha shirt-clad shoulders. “I’m sorry. I am starting to sound like her. I haven’t screwed you up, have I?”
Ferric laughed. “Nah. No permanent damage.” He must have seen the anguish on my face. “I’m pulling your leg, Dad. I’m fine. And I’ll forgive you if you set up a date for me with…her.” He pushed himself away from me and pointed to the laptop monitor on the kitchen bench.