BOOK #4 in the SERIES Tiwaka, fresh from freeing the Waikiki sidewalk parrots, is leading a fish spotting flight school on Maui. The bartender's astronaut brother is in town for the opening of the Lahaina Tiwaka's Tiki Bar & Grill, and he's a little overwhelmed. The usual suspects are coloring the bar with as much color as those tropical Hawaiian sunsets. * More importantly, the secret to Tiwaka's ability to eat chocolate is revealed (normal parrots find it poisonous) EXCERPT: She was dressed to do me harm. Silk seemed to drape her shoulders. Yet, as she moved closer I could see she wore only a standard surfer tee just above some apres-beach shorts. It was her that moved as silk, just underneath that most fortunate cotton. No one else in the packed ocean side bar seemed to notice the new arrival. When her eyes swung through the crowd, calculating, searching, and found mine, I could tell that she knew I had noticed. Her subtle smile captured my breath, squeezing it around my heart with a practiced caress. Lightly brushing long dark brown curls away from her arched, inquisitive eyebrow focused my attention, evaporating the crowd and the bar noise. Her pushing those full lips just far enough out so that they would slowly retreat back onto themselves, inviting me to follow, managed to stop all measures of time. Right before I fell completely off my bar stool I caught myself stepping all over the approaching waitress. "Hey big guy," she said with more patience than I deserved. Turning her head to follow my stare, she whistled lightly to herself. "Wow... she's back." She slid past me, uncaring that she had pushed her breasts right into my shoulders. Placing her order for the kitchen, she turned back to me, whispering from behind my ear. "She's not what you think." Perching myself back up on my bar stool I turned to the waitress. Her eyes were averted for just a moment but found mine after some hesitation. She had a brief wash of sadness in her expression, then looked back over to the woman, whispering. "I don't think you're her type." It took her several seconds before she broke her stare and looked back at me, flashing a quick unauthentic smile. My fascination was broken with the perceived insult. I frowned for the moment it took me to respond, then shook it off. "Ah..." turning to her directly and smiling my own manufactured smile. "You mean the incredibly desirous, witty and charming, well-traveled type?" Her laugh was brief and she seemed to weigh her answer. I could hear her breath letting out slowly, as if now resigned to tell me. "No," she let her eyes hold mine for the moment it took for me to understand she was serious, then quickly looked down to her tray. "Watch her closely. That should be no problem," she practically scolded me. And never looked up again. "Tell me what you see, big guy. I'm here til closing." With that she hefted her tray full of rainbow-colored fruit drinks and spiced fish, flexed the minimum number of muscles to do so, and walked into the crowd. I turned back to look for the girl in the silk body. She was still moving in my direction. A moment later, now standing inches away from me, was the most beautiful woman who surely had ever existed. Silk. Sexy. Intoxicating. She was indeed dressed to do me harm. When her hand finally touched my arm, I felt the sweet thorns of addiction anchoring permanently into my soul."