Books

She spent ten years building walls. He's back to tear them down.

Kate Holiday has everything she needs: a family who chose her and twelve thousand acres of Hawaiian ranch land she'd die to protect. The last thing she wants is Koa Kahale riding back into her life—the same man who shattered her heart when he left this island a decade ago.

Koa walked...

She kept his biggest secret. Now he's back to claim what's his.

Eight years ago, Lani Kahale spent one unforgettable night with a struggling musician who made her feel alive. Then he left for his next gig and she discovered she was pregnant.

Now Micah Kane is back on the Big Island—except he's not just Micah anymore. He's Raze Maddox, frontman of...

She washed ashore with no memory. He gave her a name—and his heart.

When paniolo Hilo Kahale pulls a half-drowned woman from the waves on Thanksgiving morning, he knows he should call for help. But she begs him not to—and the terror in her eyes tells him everything he needs to know.

He calls her Lehua, after the resilient flower that blooms where...

Three months. One camera. No going back.

Summer 1989. Vivienne Cross is chasing The Cure across Europe with a Eurail pass, a Pentax, and a half-finished dream — and telling herself it’s about the photographs.

It isn’t.

Then her shutter finds Velvet Static.

Jest Devine is all smudged kohl and sharper tongue, a velvet-voiced wreck of a frontman who...

Seventy-two hours. One Camden registry office. Twelve months on paper.

Felix “Fix” Grant plays drums for Velvet Static — too loud, too fast, too much, by every account but his own. He has never finished a tour without losing something important. He has never met a woman he wanted to keep. He has, until now, been very comfortable with both of...

One Yeats recommendation. One bookshop at midnight. No going back.

Christian “Christie” Brochan plays bass for Velvet Static — Dublin-born, working-class, the heartbeat of a band the world is finally listening to. He has the cover of NME. He has had every easy night a sold-out tour can hand him, and he cannot remember the last time he wanted any...

Three bars of Brahms. One Camden bar. The end of easy.

Sebastian Kove plays keys for Velvet Static — sold-out shows, a half-finished second album, and a press cycle that won’t shut up about his pedigree. He has had every woman who’s ever asked. He’s wanted none of them. In fact, he has never, in twenty-seven years, had to want a single thing.

Then...