Sometimes you just have to dive in...
Since the tsunami nearly ended his career a year ago, extreme surfer Kai Brady has kept a dark secret: heâs terrified to get back on his board. With everything heâs worked for on the line, Kai needs a miracle...and a kick-ass trainer. That âmiracleâ is single mom Jun Lee.
Jun Lee can see that the heartbreakingly gorgeous surfer whoâd selflessly rescued her son when disaster struck now needs to be saved himself. But the attraction between them proves to be a force stronger than the ocean, and just as dangerous.
âThere is no way...â
Suddenly, Jun felt the hopelessness of the debt she owed Kai. Her sonâs life might have cost him his surfing career.
âIâm sorry, Kai.â It wouldnât make things right, but it was the only thing she could think of to say. âItâs...my fault. Ours. Itâs...â
âNo, itâs not. Donât ever say that.â Anger still simmered in his voice.
Kai took three steps toward her, and suddenly his mouth was on hers. He wrapped her up in his arms and pressed her into his body. She opened her mouth to receive him and felt the rage and the passion all at once in his lips.
He tasted like the ocean, salty and wild.
She was kissing him back, powerless to do anything more.
Dear Reader,
I became obsessed with big wave surfing after reading Susan Caseyâs The Wave: In Pursuit of the Rogues, Freaks and Giants of the Ocean, which details how a group of fearless surfers decided to do the impossible: surf waves taller than ten- or even twenty-story buildings. One of the most dangerous breaks in the world exists in Hawaii. Called Jaws, the surfers regularly drown here as they search for the next, most extreme wave.
The Big Break focuses on Kai Brady, one of these extreme surfers, whoâs trying to overcome a serious leg injury in order to make it back into his favorite sport. Heâs haunted by the tsunami that injured him and struggles to get back into shape. Itâs only when a strong-willed trainer named Jun and her adorable little boy, Po, come into his life that he starts to see that maybe surfing isnât all there is to life. Maybe having a family, or ohana, as they say in Hawaiian, means even more than riding the perfect wave.
I love this story because Jun helps Kai see that healing canât be forced, and the growing bond between them proves that the only thing more powerful than the ocean is the power of love.
I hope you enjoy this little trip to the Big Island of Hawaii, my absolute favorite place on earth.
Mahalo!
Cara
CARA LOCKWOOD is a USA TODAY bestselling author of eleven novels, including I Do (But I Donât), which was made into a Lifetime Original Movie, and Dixieland Sushi, which was loosely based on her experience growing up half-Japanese in a multiracial family in Texas. Sheâs also the author of the Bard Academy series for young adults. Her work has been translated into several languages. Sheâs currently divorced and lives with her two daughters near Chicago, where she is hard at work on her next novel.
CHAPTER ONE
JUN LEE TRIED to steady her nerves as she walked up to the front door of Kai Bradyâs luxury beachside villa on the west coast of the Big Island. Bright Hawaiian sunshine warmed her bare shoulders as she breathed in the scent of hibiscus, which grew in bunches along his pristinely manicured yard. Every local on the island knew Kai Bradyâmillionaire, entrepreneur, world extreme-surfing champ. Even his massive koa door was intimidating, not to mention the mansion itself: an impressive two-story glass-and-concrete structure that loomed above her, looking expensive and enormous.
Jun tried not to feel a pang of envy. She couldnât afford to rent a single room in a house like this, much less own one. Not so for Kai Brady, gorgeous and wealthy, who ranked three years running as Hawaiiâs most eligible bachelor in the local magazine, beating out even legendary rock stars who had taken up residence on Kauai. It was no wonder she was nervous. But she wasnât a groupie, she reminded herself. She was here on a mission.
She rang the bell and waited. Her sweaty hands squeezed the handle of the bag holding the thank-you gifts sheâd brought: two of her homemade aromatherapy candles, which she hand-dipped, and some crayon drawings her four-year-old son, Po, had made for him. Then there was the gift certificate for a free session of Tai Chi, not that she thought heâd use it, but she didnât have much money, and lessons she taught fell into the category of the meager things she could offer.