#Review — Mai Tais and Murder (Gabe Maxfield Mysteries) #1 by J.C. Long — Available Now!
Title: Mai Tais and Murder
Series: Gabe Maxfield Mysteries - Book One
Author: J.C. Long
Publisher: NineStar Press
Publication Date: June 12, 2017
Page Count: 156
Genre: Contemporary, Suspense, Mystery
Gabe Maxfield never wanted to be a detective or a policeman or anything of the sort.
The closest he wanted to come to the law was writing legal briefs and doing research for a big-shot law firm.
Nice and safe, and without all the stress. No unanswered questions, just well-defined legal precedents.
When he moves to Hawaii in the wake of a disastrous breakup and betrayal by an ex, a murder investigation is the last thing he expects to get wrapped up in, but he can’t help himself when a dead body, a hunky cop, and his best friend get involved.
So much for sipping Mai Tais on the beach and admiring the well-tanned bodies around him.
Mai Tais and Murder
J.C. Long © 2017
All Rights Reserved
The sound of banging drew me from the nap I’d fallen into on the uncomfortable, lumpy couch I’d inherited in my new condo. I looked around, confused until I realized someone was knocking at my front door rather impatiently.
I hurried across the room, threw open the door, and was greeted with the sight of a burly Islander pulling a dolly loaded up with boxes. The movers were there, finally. I glanced at the watch I wore on my wrist. It was nearly noon, so only, oh, two hours late.
“Aloha, we’re with the movers,” the man said unnecessarily.
“I thought you were going to be here by ten,” I said, stepping out of the door and allowing the man to wheel the dolly inside.
“Yo, you got choke boxes, braddah.” It sounded like it was meant to be an explanation, but if it was, I didn’t understand it. I’d been in Hawaii for two weeks, and I had not come close to catching on to the local pidgin. I understood what was being said around me about seventy percent of the time, and then suddenly I had no idea. Perhaps he saw the confusion on my face, because he added, not unkindly, “You got a lot of boxes.”
I nodded my understanding, deciding not to press the issue of the lateness; I’d learned in my brief time living on the island of Oahu that things in Hawaii ran differently, as if time followed different rules there. Things that would be done at a quick pace back in Seattle just happened slower here—the whole aloha, relaxed island attitude to blame, I supposed. It definitely wasn’t a bad thing—in fact, I found the lifestyle here to be worlds better than what I experienced on the mainland. It was just an adjustment. Grace assured me I’d get there eventually, and I was mildly successful already, becoming way more relaxed than I had been in Seattle, but when it came to things like this, I couldn’t help but get a little irate.
Didn’t people in Hawaii want their packages on time, too? At least pizza delivery still ran on time.
I stood back and allowed the man and his companion to wheel in more boxes. They were about halfway through unloading when the second man stopped and pulled the door down on the back of the truck, leaving the rest of my boxes inside.
“Hey, what are you doing? Those are my boxes!”
“Nevah mine, braddah. Try wait, yeah? We come back bumbye. We gone go grind.” The bigger guy came out of the condo behind me, patting my shoulder with a beefy hand.
I ran a hand through my hair. “I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand…”
“He said they’ll come back in a bit. They’re going to get lunch.”
I looked over and saw a tall, dark-skinned Islander, bulging muscles all but ripping out of the tight maroon V-neck T-shirt he was wearing. He was about an inch over six feet, with dazzling white teeth and short-cut, dark hair. His eyes were a surprisingly light shade of hazel that contrasted his skin.
“Oh, uh, yeah, okay. Thanks.” God, I sounded like a stammering idiot.
If the hunk of an Islander noticed, he didn’t say anything. “You’ve been here a few weeks, right? Why are you just getting boxes? Not that I’m stalking you or anything,” he added quickly, eyes widening a bit as he probably processed what he said. Saying you weren’t stalking someone made it sound like you were stalking someone. I hadn’t taken it that way, but when I thought about it, I could see how it could sound stalker-like. “I live in the condo next to yours.” He pointed over my shoulder at the door to his place.
I had my suspicions that he was blushing, but with his face as tan as it was, it was hard to tell. It did look like the skin on the exposed, smooth expanse of his chest and neck had reddened a bit, but was likely just wishful thinking.
That’s when I realized I was staring at his chest. Goddamn it, here I was, a twenty-nine-year-old man acting like a fifteen-year-old. “I’m Gabe Maxfield.” I introduced myself to establish that I was not, in fact a bumbling idiot. “Nice to meet you.”
The guy took my hand and shook it firmly. His touch was surprisingly soft despite the few calluses I could feel, and a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the blazing sun. “I’m Maka Kekoa. Hauʻoli kēia hui ʻana o kāua. That’s nice to meet you in Ōlelo Hawaiʻi, the Hawaiian language.”
I tried to repeat it, and he smiled at the way I stumbled over the words. “To answer your question,” I said quickly, trying to move past the embarrassment of butchering the language, “I wasn’t in a rush to get everything since this place came mostly furnished. I shipped them from Seattle at the cheapest—and slowest—rate.”
“Oh, you need these guys back here at a certain time?” he asked, gesturing toward the movers, who still hadn’t driven off, much to my surprise. They were standing close together, watching our interaction with quite a bit of interest.
“I’m supposed to meet a friend today at three, so they need to be here and finished before then.”
Maka nodded and walked to the passenger door of the truck, rapping on it with his knuckles. The door opened and some words were exchanged that I didn’t hear—not that I was paying attention. My eyes were too busy traveling over the nice muscles of Maka’s arms and the very pleasing shape of his ass.
This was, I realized, the first inkling of physical attraction toward another man I’d felt since things had gone so bad with Trevor two months before. Since then I’d been living in a bit of a fog on many levels, including my libido. I just didn’t feel the drive—I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d jacked off. Seeing Maka seemed to have poked the bear, so to speak, and I felt myself begin to harden.
I was surprised when the two movers hopped out of their truck, rolled up the back door, and once again started moving boxes. One of them shot a glare at Maka as he went by and muttered something under his breath, but Maka didn’t seem to notice.
“How did you do that?” I demanded when he rejoined me
Maka shrugged, once again flashing those pearly whites. “I have a way with people.”
“Clearly. I need to get you to teach me.”
“Maybe that can be arranged sometime.” Was he flirting with me? Or had I been out of commission so long that I was misreading a simple conversational reply? Why was interacting with a man so complicated? My mind had to go running off in three directions at once, and I didn’t even know if this guy played for my team, so to speak. “It was nice to meet you, Gabe. I’ve got to get going. Tell Pako and his boy that if they have any trouble with anything, they should give me a call, okay?”
“Will do,” I said with an awkward chuckle. “Nice to meet you, Maka.”
“Aloha.” I waved at him as he left. He’d rounded the corner into a second section of the parking lot when I heard sniggering behind me.
Mai Tais and Murder is a cute and enjoyable afternoon read about Gabe Maxfield, a down and out paralegal trying to pick up the pieces of his life after being conned by his ex. So...how does he do that? He moves to Hawaii where his best friend, Grace, lives hoping to get a new perspective on life.
What he didn't expect, however, was to get pulled into a murder investigation, lose Grace in the process as she's now suspect, meet a hunky cop who's also his neighbor and get chased by masked men.
Grace is a private investigator and it appears that they may have uncovered something they shouldn't have so now Gabe will have to search for clues that the police refuse to look for if he wants to help his friend.
Mai Tais and Murder is not a police procedural and an on the edge of your seat suspense. Told by Gabe, the reader has the feel of going through the fumbling detective work since he hasn't a clue what he's doing but it was good for a few laughs and a couple breath-holding moments. I was surprised by who the killer turned out to be, although thinking back there were a few signs that should have alerted me to the fact.
I enjoyed learning about Hawaii from Maka as he explained things to Gabe and was glad to see they didn't fall madly in love with each other. They have great chemistry, they seem to have a connection, but the author didn't explore more than that and it was such a relief.
This is the first book in the series so it will be fun to see where the author goes from here and what other interesting things Gabe will stumble into and fumble his way through. Maka will be there to give him a helping hand and it will be interesting to see if the grumpy Detective Benet will change his "bedside manner."
3.5 - 4.0 Stars
* I was provided a copy in exchange for an honest review from Indigo Marketing & Design *
Meet the Author
J.C. Long is an American expat living in Japan, though he’s also lived stints in Seoul, South Korea—no, he’s not an army brat; he’s an English teacher. He is also quite passionate about Welsh corgis and is convinced that anyone who does not like them is evil incarnate. His dramatic streak comes from his life-long involvement in theater. After living in several countries aside from the United States J. C. is convinced that love is love, no matter where you are, and is determined to write stories that demonstrate exactly that. J. C. Long’s favorite things in the world are pictures of corgis, writing and Korean food (not in that order…okay, in that order). J. C. spends his time not writing thinking about writing, coming up with new characters, attending Big Bang concerts and wishing he was writing. The best way to get him to write faster is to motivate him with corgi pictures. Yes, that is a veiled hint.