Spam Sushi

Aloha meets mayhem in this outrageous crime caper! Meet the Weasel: a wiry 40-year-old native Hawaiian surfer. By day, he rides the turquoise waves of Waikiki, and sells primo bud on the beach--with the help of a colorful parrot, Captain Morgan and a majestic white cockatoo named Snowballs. Come nightfall, the salty air of the beach trades places with the smoky ambience of a Waikiki strip club. There, the Weasel loses himself in the seductive glow of the stage, mesmerized by Bonnie Lim, a Chinese dancer with a smile that could melt coconuts and a tongue sharper than a coral reef. One fateful evening, opportunity arises in the form of a shifty Korean ice dealer lurking in the club's restroom. While Bonnie Lim sizzles on stage, the Weasel scores a gram, the promise of a quick high too tempting to resist. He ducks into a metal stall, its cramped quarters offering dubious privacy. But fate, like a rogue wave, crashes down harder than any he's ever caught. While hidden in the metal toilet stall, Weasel heard his connection get murdered. He didn't see who did it, but he could hear. Emerging from the toilet stall, the Weasel stumbles upon the same dealer laying on the floor with his throat slit in a pool of blood. Being a coward, Weasel was in a panic, but ever the greedy pragmatist, Weasel figures a dead dealer wouldn't need his stash anymore. A quick check reveals three more grams, a welcome bonus. But before he can celebrate his morbid fortune, the door bursts open with a bang. Standing there, wide-eyed and frozen with terror, are two military men. One glance at the Weasel, now towering over the murdered man with incriminating evidence in his hand, they turn around and flee for their lives—and the Weasel knows he’s a world of trouble. Now, with a killer on the loose and the cops breathing down his neck, the only person who can help, is a 330-pound Hawaiian detective they call the Big Huna. Spam Sushi (first book in the Big Huna series) is a darkly comedic crime caper that proves paradise isn't always as sunny as the postcards make it seem. Prepare for a wild ride through the underbelly of Waikiki, where the waves aren't the only things that can knock you off your board.