Happy Hump Day! Let’s celebrate it with another wonderful Mid Week Tease, courtesy of the lovely and talented Sandra Bunino. I’m afraid I don’t have any sexy scenes from Deep Water ready for prime time yet, so you’ll have to make do with a scene where Poseidon suddenly has to deal with a stricken Griffin. Next week, sex, I promise!

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!

Poseidon, God of the Sea, has spent millennia alone due to a single terrible act — a drunken assault on his agapetos, or fated mate, shared with his consort Amphitrite. His queen has sworn never to forgive him for his actions, and he must live with the knowledge that he drove an innocent girl to a dreadful retribution.

But when one of the Olympic Cove cottages gets a new occupant with an all-too-familiar soul, Poseidon discovers that the Fates have given him a second chance. Now he must try to right the wrongs of the past and win back both his beloved consort and the mate he betrayed.

Assuming, of course, that the Mad Nereid Thetis doesn’t interfere…

Horrified, Poseidon watched as Griffin stiffened without warning, then started to collapse. The sea god lunged forward, grabbing the Englishman before he could tumble back onto the boat. Muscles twitched hard under Poseidon’s hands as Griffin began to jerk, limbs flailing awkwardly. His eyes rolled up, showing a sliver of white.

Not knowing what else to do, Poseidon scooped the man up and translocated to the mers’ cottage, landing in a stylish tiled living area. “Nicholas!” he bellowed. “I need help!”

Seconds later a dripping Nick came running into the room, hastily wrapping a towel around his waist. “What’s wrong?”

“We were just getting off the sailboat and he collapsed,” Poseidon blurted, holding Griffin up. “Help him, please!”

Nick’s expression changed, turning professional. “Okay, he’s seizing. Lay him out on the floor, carefully,” he ordered. “Keep your hands under his head, don’t let him bang it on the floor.”

Poseidon did as instructed, dropping to his knees without a flinch and laying Griffin out on the cool tile. He slid one large hand under the man’s skull, cradling it as Nick also knelt, checking Griffin’s pulse.

Just then Griffin relaxed, arms dropping to the tiles in a boneless flop. There was a sharp smell, and Poseidon saw a dark stain bloom across the front of the man’s shorts.

Nick caught the god’s glance. “Sometimes the bladder cuts loose during a seizure,” he said. “It’s no big deal.”

“All right.” Unsure of what else to do, Poseidon remained in a crouch, one hand still cradling Griffin’s head as Nick continued his examination. “Does he need any medication? I’ll fetch whatever is required.”

Nick sat back on his heels, shaking his hed. “If he was still seizing I’d have you go get some Keppra, but right now we just have to wait until he wakes up.” He grabbed a pillow from the nearby couch and held it out to Poseidon. “Here, put that under his head so you can sit up–”

“No,” Poseidon snarled.

Nick twitched at his tone, but kept the pillow out. “Look, some patients are really freaked out by people hovering over them when they wake up from a seizure,” he said gently. “I promise you, I won’t let him hurt himself, but give him a little space.”

“Oh.” Reluctantly, Poseidon accepted the pillow and slid it under Griffin’s head, settling back to wait.

After a few minutes the man’s eyelids fluttered, opening slowly and blearily. “Wha’ happened?” he mumbled.

“You had a seizure,” Nick said, his words low and clear. “P—Dunn brought you over here.”

Brown eyes focused on Poseidon. The sea god watched, helpless, as they filled with shame and anger. “Fuck,” Griffin whispered.

Nick cleared his throat. “I take it you’ve had seizures before?”

“Yeah. I thought—” Griffin grimaced, rolling his head towards the doctor. “Where am I?”

“My living room. I’m Nick — I hosted the cookout last night.”

“Yeah, I remember.” Now Griffin looked back at Poseidon. “Dunn. Shit. I’m sorry, mate.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Poseidon insisted.

“Yeah, I do.” Griffin struggled to get up. Poseidon leaned in to help, sliding an arm under Griffin’s back and easing him into a sitting position. “I didn’t think that was going to happen. My doc—” He stopped, jaw clenching briefly. “I have medication for it. Guess it didn’t work.”

“You may have just overdone it a bit,” Nick said. “Where were you two?”

“On a sailboat,” Poseidon said before Griffin could answer. “Is that dangerous?”

The doctor frowned. “If he’s by himself, definitely.”

Griffin grunted, belatedly looking down at his lap. He flushed, clasping his hands over the stain. “Shit.” His voice was raw with humiliation.

“It’s tile, don’t worry about it,” Nick said easily. “Why don’t we get you into the bathroom so you can get cleaned up? You’re about my size. I’ll lend you some shorts.”

Griffin’s face was still red, but he nodded.

“Cool. Dunn?”

“Oh. Yes.” Scrambling to get his feet under him, Poseidon helped Griffin stand up. He didn’t want to let go, but the man almost tore out of his grasp.

“I can do it,” Griffin growled. “Where’s the loo?”

“This way.” Nick guided him towards a hallway. Helpless and hating himself for it, Poseidon followed.

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