If Akea was born in another century, he would be Rome’s most vicious gladiator, he would be in his element swinging a huge battle-ax in the middle of any ancient battlefield, he would be the caveman who goes out on his own and comes back with a dead sabertooth tiger over his shoulder to feed the starving village.

When I first spotted her, it was like my universe had shifted. I couldn’t resist the gravitational pull she had on me. It’s like she’s the sun and I’m the biggest, baddest planet in the galaxy revolving around her. She’s the center of my world now. I just have to face that fact.

His body looks like a tattooed He-Man action figure. It can’t possibly be real.

He’s the kind of gorgeous that melts your brain. The kind that’s unfair. The kind that should come with a warning label: Warning. Users May Experience Foggy Brain Syndrome. Admire At Your Own Risk!

Akea doesn’t seem to like my eyes on anyone but him. He puts his hand on my chin and turns my head back. Gentle enough not to hurt, but just hard enough to let me know that he’s in control.

This guy makes the Rock look like a pebble.

He puts the moan in Somoan.

I’ve been in love with this man for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never been able to do a damn thing about it. Until now.

She’s pretending like she doesn’t notice, but her cheeks are blushing. She knows I’m looking. Wanting her. Needing her.

My hands are squeezed into fists by my side. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to rush down the aisle and take her. To throw her over my shoulder and bring her back to London.