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Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MWTease #MidWeekTease

MWTease15Hello, darlings! Let’s get over Hump Day with a teaser from Book Three of my Olympic Cove series, Deep Water. After all the sex of the last few weeks, let’s have an action scene where Poseidon and his sons are taking on some mutated whales while Griffin and Amphitrite watch. Of course, things aren’t going to stay that simple.

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

Griffin could feel his jaw muscles bunch as he watched Poseidon face down and kill the mutated whale. The thought of his mate so near to something that huge terrified him on a primal level.

“Does he have to get that close?” he asked Amphitrite. “Can’t he kill them from a distance?”

“Yes, but that takes more effort on his part, and its messy,” she said, her hands clenched around around the chariot’s reins. “This way, the deaths are quick and clean. He doesn’t want them to suffer.” Her tone made it clear that she’d be willing to live with more suffering if it improved Poseidon’s safety. Griffin agreed wholeheartedly with her.

Grimacing, Amphitrite clucked at the seahorses. “Come on, we have a job to do.”

Under her guidance Sthenios and Skylla pulled the chariot around to the area where the right whale had first appeared. Griffin was able to adjust his visor until he could see turbulence patterns in the water. “Looks like some massive displacement there.”

“Yes. That whale was definitely not alone. So where are the others?” With a flick of the reins she guided the seahorses lower towards the ocean floor. “There should be—”

Something massive slammed into the bottom of the chariot, shoving them upwards. Cursing, Griffin clung to the chariot’s rim while Amphitrite fought to keep control of the vehicle. The seahorses screamed in rage, surging forward and pulling them along. He risked a look back and almost pissed himself when he saw a yawning mouth lined with saw-like teeth snapping closed just inches from the back of the chariot.

Amphitrite yelled something in Ancient Greek to the seahorses, and they lunged forward. Griffin held on, wishing desperately that chariots came equipped with safety belts as Sthenios and Skylla raced away from the second whale. He looked back again and noticed to his relief that they were pulling ahead of the beast.

Then he spotted something behind the bullish, mottled head. Oh, my God. That’s impossible.

There was no choice. He had to get a closer look. “Can you get around to its side?” he yelled to Amphitrite. “I need to look at its flippers.”

The Nereid gave him an “Are you shitting me?” glance but hauled on the reins. Sthenios and Skylla abruptly slewed to the right in a tight turn, flinging Griffin bruisingly hard against the side of the chariot. Holding on like grim death, he stared back at the whale, tracing along the creature’s midline to where its flippers should have been. Fuck. I was right.

“Get us out of here!” he yelled.

“I’m trying to!” Amphitrite yelled back. They had dropped down to mere feet above the ocean floor now, racing along it with the right whale in pursuit. The seahorses arrowed through the dark water, swerving through rocky outcroppings and seaweed stands like rats running through a memorized maze, but the whale stayed with them.

The grim expression on Amphitrite’s face made it clear she knew about their tail. She steered the chariot down even further, angling them towards a jagged outcropping of coral growth. “Hang on!”

Griffin did, gut going cold in horror as they headed straight for the hill-like outcropping. At the last moment the white seahorses plunged through an opening that he hadn’t even seen. It was barely wide enough for them and the chariot followed with a horrible grinding noise, shattered bits of rock dancing in its wake.

Panting, Griffin stared up at the underside of a covered coral lagoon. The lacy structure appeared to be solid from the outside, but allowed dim light and water to flow freely through it.

A loud crack sounded behind them. He turned and saw the right whale’s snout pulling back from a hole it had broken in the coral. “Can it get in here?”

“With enough time, yes,” Amphitrite said, handing him the reins. “Here.”

“What are you doing?”

She plucked her trident from its holder, glaring at the tines. They collapsed inward, forming a single vicious-looking barbed blade. “I’m going to kill it.”


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So, about Deep Water

These are quite possibly the most beautiful words in the English language:

TheEnd

And with that, Draft One of Deep Water is finished. I’m going to let it sit over the weekend while I do useful things like pay bills, do the taxes, and wash our increasingly adhesive kitchen floor. I may even lure Ramón out to a movie, seeing as he’s not gaming on Saturday and I I haven’t seen Kingsmen: The Secret Service yet.

On Monday I go back to Behind the Iron Cross (because I have received death threats from my sister from another mister if don’t put it into her hot and sweaty hands soon). The goal is to have it finished and polished in time for RT 2015, as I have agent and editor interviews scheduled. Sometime late next week I’ll pull Deep Water out and start Draft Two. Beta readers (you know who you are), you can expect it in YOUR hot little hands by April 6 if not earlier, so be warned.

Oh, and I bought myself this little sterling silver, moonstone, and blue topaz bauble as a reward for finishing the book. The octopus-like beaded scrolls are VERY apropos, trust me.

Moonstone

Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MWTease #MidWeekTease

MWTease15Hello, darlings! Let’s get over Hump Day with a teaser from Book Three of my Olympic Cove series, Deep Water. And woohoo, we have a three-way!

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

Poseidon glanced over his shoulder when he felt something thickening against his ass. “Griffin?”

“Oh.” A look of almost comical surprise crossed Griffin’s face, before it was blown away by a huge grin. “Fuck. I’m getting hard. I’m actually getting hard!”

“Oh, beloved, that’s wonderful!” Amphitrite said happily. She reached across to stroke their mortal mate’s arm, giving Poseidon a look that could only be called saucy. “We should celebrate this, shouldn’t we, husband?”

“Indeed we should, wife.” He shifted onto his back, sliding his arms around each of their shoulders and pulling them close. An idea hit him then, brilliant in its simplicity. “And if I remember correctly I believe I promised you something, Griffin, for when you regained this particular function.”

Their mortal mate blinked at him. “You’re serious?”

“Indeed. I think it would be an excellent way to celebrate our union.”

Amphitrite propped her chin on Poseidon’s chest, studying them both. “What are you two talking about?”

Griffin hesitated, and Poseidon chuckled. “We had a very philosophical discussion about penetration a few nights ago, my dear. I told Griffin that when his issue abated, he could take me.”

Amphitrite’s eyebrows rose almost to her hairline. “You’re going to let Griffin top you?” she said in obvious disbelief.

“Yes. I’m rather looking forward to it.” He gave her a seductive smile. “And I was hoping that you would let me make love to you while he did it. I find the idea of the three of us together like that extremely arousing.”

Griffin’s cock twitched against his ass. “You’re not the only one,” Griffin said, half groaning. “Christ, just thinking about it makes me want to come.”

Poseidon ground back against his mortal, earning another groan. “Ammie?”

Amphitrite’s expression was that of a child who had just been given a key to a candy store. “Oh, yes,” she said her voice dropping into the throaty tone that he still remembered. “I’d enjoy that very much. But Griffin will have to prepare you first. Am I allowed to watch?”

“I would certainly hope so.” Poseidon ran a thumb down Griffin’s shoulder. “What do you say, beloved? Should we give our lady a show?”

“Fuck, yes.” His mate scrambled up to kiss him. Poseidon gave himself over to the hunger in Griffin’s lips, enjoying his heat and need. In mid-kiss he glanced over at Amphitrite. High points of color had come out in her cheeks, and her nipples were already peaked. Yes, she definitely liked the thought of watching them together.

He lay back and surrendered himself to Griffin’s attentions. His new mate had been a surprisingly fast study when it came to anal sex and he suspected Griffin would do as well, if not better, taking the top role. Still kissing him, Griffin trailed light fingers down his chest and abdomen, toying with the auburn curls that graced his groin, before taking his cock in a loose clasp. It began to thicken as Griffin played with it.

“I’m going to need some lube, love,” he murmured against Poseidon’s mouth.

The god reached out and fetched some of his favorite unguent from Olympus, handing it over. “Here.”

Griffin stared at the small cut-glass jar and its creamy contents. “Is that what you were using on me?”

“Yes. Why?”

The mortal made a face. “It explains a few things.”

‘Oh, dear,” Amphitrite said, sniggering.

Poseidon flushed. “Why are you giggling?” he complained.

Amphitrite’s eyes twinkled. “It’s just that for someone who’s incredibly up to date when it comes to technology, you’re somewhat old school when it comes to sex,” she said merrily.

“I haven’t had sex with anyone in centuries until recently,” Poseidon said, aware that he sounded a bit huffy. “It’s not my fault if I’m somewhat behind on the cutting edge of lubricants.”

“Never mind,” Griffin said, sitting up and shifting until he was sitting between Poseidon’s legs. “I did a bit of reading up on the topic. Why don’t we try something that’s made for the activity?”

He named a specific brand of modern lubricant, one that was silicone-based. Poseidon sent the unguent away and fetched a black tube, handing it over. “Is this it?”

“Yeah, perfect.” Griffin uncapped it and pumped a thick, clear glob onto his fingers. Tossing the tube onto the bed, he urged Poseidon’s legs up until they were bent at the knee. “Ammie, could you keep his mouth occupied while I’m working here?”

His consort made a sort of purring noise that sent even more blood rushing to Poseidon’s cock. “I believe I could do that.”


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Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MWTease #MidWeekTease

MWTease15Hello, darlings! Let’s get over Hump Day with a teaser from Book Three of my Olympic Cove series, Deep Water. The three mates finally face each other, and Poseidon has to do the hardest thing he’s ever done in his immortal life. The question is, will Griffin and Amphitrite let him get away with it?

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Griffin felt it first. He opened his eyes, blinking against the darkness. Someone’s there.

Lightning flashed outside, revealing a figure at the foot of the bed. He jerked up, throwing an protective arm across Amphitrite.

And then stopped as another bolt of lightning illuminated a golden trident.

Fumbling, he reached over for one of the tiny bedside lamps and snapped it on. The room lit with a faint glow and he stared at a wet and dripping Poseidon.

“Oh, my God,” Griffin breathed in relief. “You’re back.”

Amphitrite slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Griffin?” she mumbled, before noticing her husband at the foot of the bed. With a soft gasp, she tugged the blanket to her chest. “Poseidon.”

The god gave them both a pained smile. “I see the two of you have met already,” he said. “That’s good. I won’t have to worry about introductions, then.”

Griffin stared at him, then at Amphitrite. He could feel the welter of emotions rushing through her; confusion, embarrassment, a lingering irritation, but no anger. “Yes, we’ve met,” she said softly, giving her husband a brief nod. “And thank you for saving him. Griffin’s told me what you’ve done.”

Poseidon nodded back, fidgeting with a fold of his sodden chiton. It was painful to watch. “I did what I had to do,” he said, his smile clashing horribly with the sorrow in his eyes. “You have my apologies for intruding. I just wanted to make sure Griffin was all right. I’ll leave the two of you now.”

“What? No!” Griffin blurted, appalled. “You can’t just leave.”

Poseidon paused, resignation clear on his face. “It’s all right, Griffin. The two of you belong together. I knew this would happen.” His mustache twitched as he pressed his lips together. “I wanted this to happen. I wish you both all the happiness you were denied because of me.” He gave Amphitrite a brief glance, but Griffin could sense the yearning beneath it. “If he begins to weaken, let me know and I will come and help. Otherwise, I won’t touch him. I promise.”

“Wha — oh, bugger this.” Griffin threw off the covers and stood up, realizing too late that he’d gone to sleep naked. “Listen to me, you great oik. You’re my agapetos, too,” he snapped, glaring at his mate. “I want you in my bed, and not just because of your magical joy juice. I love you, and I’ll be damned if I’m letting you wander off and play the martyr now.”

“He’s right, Poseidon,” Amphitrite said, her voice quiet but firm. “Griffin is your agapetos just as much as he is mine. He loves you, and he deserves to be in your arms.”

The god had gone still, hands clenched at his sides. “I want him in my arms,” Poseidon said hoarsely. “I want…I want both of you in my arms. Amphitrite, I am sorry. I am so very, very sorry for what I did. Griffin knows everything. Out of the gracious kindness of his heart he’s forgiven me. But you’ve had to live all these centuries without him, because of what I did.” He struck himself on his chest, and Griffin winced at the solid thud of the impact. “I don’t deserve his forgiveness, and I know I can’t hope to earn yours. Please, let me do this one thing to make it up to you. Take Griffin, and be happy with him.”

“I am happy with him,” Amphitrite said, her eyes shimmering now with tears. “But I cannot be completely happy as long as you hold yourself apart from us, even for the best and most selfless of reasons.” Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the edge of the blanket and lifted it in an unmistakable gesture. “For the love of Gaia, husband, come to bed.”

Poseidon stared at her with longing, but didn’t move.

Right. If the pillock needs a push, I’ll give him one. Moving deliberately, Griffin sat back down on the bed, swinging his legs up and getting comfortable against the pillows. He’d very carefully left a space between himself and Amphitrite, and patted it now. “She means you’re forgiven, mate,” he said. “Now get in here. If nothing else, you’ve got over seven thousand years of makeup orgasms to get started on.”

Amphitrite gulped and laughed at that, wiping at a stray tear that had trickled down her cheek. “Come to bed,” she repeated, smiling now. “You great oik.”

Poseidon let out one low, ragged breath. His clothing and armor disappeared, then, and his skin and hair dried instantly. Naked, he crawled onto the mattress to them, hesitating one last time before lowering himself into Amphitrite’s arms.

His shoulders began to shudder. Understanding, Griffin spooned around Poseidon’s back and pulled the covers over the three of them as their mate cried out the loneliness of the last seven millennia.


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Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MWTease #MidWeekTease

MWTease15Hello, darlings! Let’s get over Hump Day with a teaser from Book Three of my Olympic Cove series, Deep Water. Surprise — this is an honest-to-Zeus M/F scene! Yes, I can write them. 😀

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

Griffin wasn’t quite sure how they got to the bedroom. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Ammie had simply portaled them there, goddess that she was.

He didn’t really care. All that mattered was that after far too many years apart they were together in a dark room with a bed, listening to the gentle patter of the rain on the cottage roof.

A flash of lightning lit her face momentarily, a study in light and shadow. She tilted her head up in silent invitation. He took it, kissing her. The act was both familiar and wonderfully new as he sank into the kiss, relishing the flavors of her.

Her arms slid around him, pulling him closer. He did the same, running his hands over her back and feeling soft skin over rises of bone and the sleek play of muscles. The weight of her breasts pressed against his chest, intensely erotic. He smelled salt air and something deliciously light and citrusy, blessedly different from her sisters’ perfume.

When the kiss broke he felt her smile against his mouth. “I do believe that was worth waiting for, beloved,” she whispered.

He decided right then and there that he was going to do everything in his power to give her an unforgettable night. His cock might be out of the picture, but he still had fingers and a mouth. Let’s see what it’s like to make a goddess beg.

He kissed her again, reverent, as he slid a hand into her thick hair and stroked her scalp. She made a little needy sound and he ate it up, nibbling her upper lip, then her lower one. He brought his hand down, massaging the nape of her neck. He could feel a little button at the back of her neckline, and flicked it open.

There was so much he wanted to do to her. But it would be easier if they were both in bed. “Let me take off your clothes,” he murmured.

She nodded, and held her arms up as he stripped off the silk shell, reaching around to unhook the obviously expensive bra and pull that off next. He knelt, undoing the button and zip on her slacks and easing them down, followed by a pair of lace panties. He sat back on his heels, then, gazing at her. Her body epitomized the beauty ideal of a past culture: sloping shoulders, full breasts tipped with dark red nipples, and a waist that curved in before spreading again into the swell of womanly hips. He noted the soft tangle of curls at the top of her thighs, dark against her creamy skin, and was glad to see something that had always represented the most delicious of forbidden fruit to his generation. He suspected she could change her shape at will, remove hair, do whatever she liked to fit in with the current fashions. The fact that she stood here looking like she had in Medusa’s day, however, was exactly what he wanted.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “My beautiful goddess.”

She lifted her chin in acknowledgement, lips curving. “Would you worship me, then?” she said, her voice sweet and imperious at the same time. “Pay homage to me in your bed?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Then stand.”

He did, wincing a bit as his knees popped, and gave himself over to her. It was her turn to take off his shirt and shorts, letting them fall silently to the floor. He braced himself, wondering what she would think of his diminished body.

She ran her fingertips along the line of his collarbones, tracing the shape of his sternum, the lines and hollows of his abdomen, the jut of his hipbones. One hand reached down and gently cupped his balls, as if cradling something infinitely precious. He groaned softly at the heat of her hand.

She slid her fingers up, running the backs of them along his cock in a featherlight touch, a promise more than an actual caress, before toying with his crisp pubic hair. “Believe me, beloved, I find no fault in you,” she said. “I see what you once were, and what you will be again. I see you as you are right now. You are a strong, vital man, and you please me deeply.”

He sighed. Yet another knot in his gut unraveled. “Thank you, love. I’m sorry for being so ridiculous about it, but—“

She put fingers across his lips. “How we are seen by others matters to us. How we are seen by the people who love us matters even more. I see you, beloved, and you are beautiful to me.”


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Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MWTease #MidWeekTease

MWTease15Hello, darlings! I’m doing another tease today from Deep Water and bringing you the first meeting between Griffin and Amphitrite. It’s not exactly what Poseidon had planned, but I think it’s all going to work out all right — at least until Thetis finds out what’s going on.

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Griffin sat on the cottage’s small deck, watching the dusk gather on the horizon and wondering where Poseidon was.

No, let’s be honest here. You’re wondering if he’s all right.

They’d been just finishing up the curry when both Poseidon and Aphros’s heads rose like greyhounds catching the scent of a rabbit. Aphros had bolted out of his chair, speeding through the porch and discarding clothes as he went.

“What the hell?” Griffin had said, amazed at the sight of a now-nude Aphros diving into the water. Moments later a huge silvery tail burst up, slapping the water once before disappearing beneath it. “What’s going on?”

Poseidon stared at the cove with a thunderous expression. “Thetis.”

The name sounded vaguely familiar, something out of Greek mythology. Before Griffin could ask anything else, however, Poseidon had grabbed him and kissed him once, fast and ruthless. Griffin was shocked when his knees buckled in a sudden blazing rush of desire, leaving the god to hold him up.

When they separated, however, Poseidon said, “If you don’t hear from me in a day, get on a direct flight to Athens. Go to the Parthenon as soon as you land and call out for Athena. Tell her that I charge her by Zeus Horkios to protect you, for your past service if for nothing else.”

“What? Why?” Even feeling better as he was, the idea of getting on another trans-atlantic flight was out of the question. “What’s going on?”

“I’ll explain it to you later, beloved.” With a final kiss, the sea god turned and left the cottage, following the path of his son. As Griffin watched, Poseidon’s linen slacks and polo shirt disappeared, replaced by a chiton topped with bronze greaves, breastplate, and gauntlets. He reached into empty air and pulled out a classic Greek helmet with nose piece and metal crest. Clapping it on his head, he reached out again and pulled back a massive gold trident. Now armed, he strode into the water and quickly disappeared beneath the waves.

Alone, Griffin had gone back to his cottage. With nothing else to do, he found himself staring at the water, wondering what the hell was going on. If it was serious enough that Poseidon thought something might happen to him—

His throat tightened. He’s the bloody God of the Sea. Nothing’s going to happen to him, dammit.

Reaching for his mug, he realized it was empty. He grabbed it and headed into the kitchen, turning lights on as he went. When all else failed, by God, the British made tea.

He’d just started pouring hot water into his teabag-stuffed mug when someone knocked on the back door. It made him jump, splashing hot water over the counter. Cursing, he fumbled for a dishcloth, tossing it over the puddle before hurrying to the door. Maybe it’s Nick checking up on me. I’m not in the mood for company—

He opened the back door, ready to tell his neighbor that he was fine and didn’t need the services of a doctor. And stopped. A stunning brunette stood on his deck, one elegant fist still raised from knocking on his door. Blue eyes widened in shock as she stared at him.

He recognized her immediately. Amphitrite. Poseidon’s consort, and his own long-lost agapetos. She was even wearing the same expression she’d had in his dream.

“I was looking for Griffin,” she said slowly, then shook her head. “I mean, I was looking for my … husband.” She continued to stare at him. He had the distinct impression that she wasn’t just looking at him, the outside surface. She was seeing right down to his soul.

He forced himself to swallow, to smile. “Hello, Amphitrite.”

The simple pendant around her neck trembled with her sharp breath. “How do you know my name?”

“I know a lot about you.” One side of his mouth twitched. “Well, I think I do, anyway. I don’t know how much of it is still valid, considering how I learned it. But yeah, I know who you are.” He stepped back, gesturing her inside. “Please, come in.”

She moved past him without hesitation, still gazing at him. “You are Griffin, yes? Griffin Moore?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” And then he remembered the cooling kettle in the kitchen. “Uh, can I get you something to drink? I was just making tea.”

“Tea? Oh. Yes, thank you.” With a visible effort she regained control of herself, following him through to the kitchen.

He gestured for her to sit down at one of the high stools lining the the breakfast nook and went to refill the electric kettle. As an afterthought he dumped out his half-made tea. “You said you’re looking for Poseidon?” he asked over his shoulder.

When he turned, he realized she only been surprised before. This was the proper gobsmacked expression of the Nereid. “You know his real name?” she said, stunned.

“Yes. And I know you’re his wife. And I know your boys Aphros and Bythos are sea centaurs, Ian’s a storm god, and there’s something bad going on out there that Poseidon has to deal with. That’s where he and Aphros are right now, I think.”

She put a hand to her temple and went still. “Of course,” she finally said, half to herself. “Dammit.”

Griffin’s fingers closed hard around his tea mug. “Is he in danger?”

“Poseidon? A month ago I would have said absolutely not. Now…” Her gaze cleared and she focused on him again. “He’s very strong, though, and dangerous in his own right. I don’t think Thetis can overpower him, at least not yet.”

That name again. “Thetis is a Nereid, isn’t she?” Griffin asked. He’d used the time after Poseidon’s departure to do some research on his smart phone. “And your sister, according to Google.”

Amphitrite hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. Thetis is the First Nereid, my oldest sister and a powerful sea goddess in her own right. But something happened to her a few years ago. It changed her into something very dangerous and vicious.”

The electric kettle clicked, catching his attention. “Let me get this tea made, and then I’d really like to hear the whole story, if you don’t mind.”

He busied himself with the tea things, feeling Amphitrite’s attention on him like a warm touch. When he added milk and sugar to his own mug, something told him to add only milk to hers. He stirred both mugs, then handed hers over.

Their fingertips brushed and a delicious tingle burst along his nerves, the same feeling he’d gotten when he’d touched Poseidon for the first time. Judging by Amphitrite’s expression, he wasn’t the only one, either.

He grabbed his tea and sat on the stool next to hers. “You felt that, didn’t you? That spark?”

“Yes.” Her reply was awed. “Do you know what it means?”

“Yeah.” He swallowed once. “I’m your agapetos. And I know this is going to be hard to believe, but apparently I’m also the reincarnation of Medusa.”

Amphitrite took in another ragged breath. “I know.”

That surprised him. “You do?”

“Yes. I think I knew it when you answered the door. Your aura is faded from illness, but the shape and the colors are the same as hers.” Her eyes sheened with unshed tears. “And then you touched me, and I knew for sure.”

Griffin felt a sudden, almost overwhelming urge to take her in his arms and kiss her. With an effort, he restrained himself. “Is that going to be all right? I mean, I know I’m not the girl you knew,” he said, trying for a wry tone to cover his self-consciousness. “And God knows I’m not exactly a GQ model—”

“Stop, please,” Amphitrite begged. Her hand darted out, grabbing his as if to keep him from escaping. “If I want you? Beloved, I have wanted you for millennia. I don’t care what you look like. I will want you when you are old and grey, until the end of time.” She started crying and smiling at the same time, a thunderstorm of joy that melted his heart. “You’re the missing part of my soul. How could I not want you?”


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Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MWTease #MidWeekTease

MWTease15Hello, darlings! Let’s get over Hump Day with a teaser from Book Three of my Olympic Cove series, Deep Water. Griffin is finally getting some sweet, sweet sexual healing from his sea god mate, but there’s one eensy problem. Luckily he manages to find a solution, clever boy.

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

“I just realized…you need to fuck me again, don’t you?”

Poseidon considered him thoughtfully. “If your tumor is as aggressive as it seems to be, you should have daily doses of my seed, yes.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. But right now my arse feels like someone drove a lorry through it, and I don’t think I’m going to be up for rum, buggery, and the lash today.”

“Ah.” The god dropped down to his side. “I see. Yes, you’ll need a day or so to recover.”

“But I also need your seed. So if you can’t bugger me…” Griffin swallowed, then realized what he was doing and grimaced. “I suppose I’ll have to blow you.”

Poseidon’s expression contorted in an odd way. After a moment, Griffin realized the god was trying not to smile. “What?”

“You needn’t make it sound like I’m asking you to slaughter innocents,” Poseidon said mildly.

Griffin flushed. “Fuck. Sorry. I just never did anything like that with a bloke. At least, not when I was the giving party.”

“It would be easier if you could get hard,” Poseidon agreed. “That way, we could pleasure each other at the same time. In the meantime, however, I could always masturbate and you could consume it in some sort of food. Oatmeal, perhaps, or a protein shake?”

Griffin made a face at the thought of adding Poseidon’s semen to a bowl of already glutinous oatmeal. The protein shake had some merit, however. “I suppose,” he said dubiously. “Then again, it would probably melt the blender.”

“There is that.” Poseidon rolled onto his back, stretching out with his hands tucked behind his head. “Tell me, love, have you ever pleasured a woman with your mouth?”

It was one of his favorite forms of foreplay. “Yeah, lots of times. I love it.”

“Why?”

That was a good question. “Honestly? It was a power trip. I liked knowing that I could make her scream and beg with just my tongue,” he said after some thought.

Poseidon raised an eyebrow, giving him a knowing smile. “How would you like to make a powerful, immortal god scream and beg?”

Griffin blinked. Put that way, it had the same damn effect on him as eating out a woman; namely, it turned him on something wicked. “I see what you mean,” he said. “Okay. I’ll try it. But I reserve the right to use protein shakes if I just can’t swallow.”

“Agreed.” Poseidon glanced down meaningfully at his tented trousers.

No time like the present. Feeling nervous and strangely excited at the same time, Griffin undid the god’s trouser catch and slid the zipper down, careful to avoid the rigid shaft underneath. He reached in and eased out Poseidon’s cock, taking the measure of it. It was definitely longer than average and thick, as the ache in his arse could attest to, but it wasn’t the monster dong you saw in porn videos. Instead, it was elegant, if that was a word that could be applied to a hard cock, a few shades darker than Poseidon’s skin and beribboned with an impressive set of veins. Underneath the foreskin the head was a fat mushroom cap with fine vertical striations running from the slit to the corona.

All in all, it was a gorgeous piece of equipment. Now all he had to do was man up and suck it. Experimentally, he licked the foreskin, letting his tongue drag over the soft, spongy flesh. In his peripheral vision he saw Poseidon’s thigh muscles tighten.

He smacked his lips. “Huh. Tastes like skin. Well, it wouldn’t, wouldn’t it?”

“I certainly hope so,” Poseidon said, sounding a bit strangled.

Weirdly, that made Griffin want to laugh. Well, I know what I like when it comes to cocksucking. Might as well see if he likes it, too.

Using his lips he teased the foreskin back and forth over the head, pausing every so often to run his tongue around the edge of the corona. Poseidon’s legs flexed slowly, tensing when Griffin dropped lower and placed an open-mouthed kiss against the shaft. The skin felt incredibly soft against his lips, and the flesh underneath was broiling hot and so very stiff. Idly he traced the path of a vein with the tip of his tongue, following it down to where it disappeared into the main body of the shaft near the balls.

Let’s see how he likes this. Flattening his tongue, Griffin licked a wide, wet stripe up the underside. When he reached the top he gently nudged the foreskin down, licking the ridged bit under the corona there.

There was no other word for it. Poseidon let out a whimper. Grinning inside, Griffin concentrated his efforts on the head, sucking it into his mouth and working it with his lips and tongue the way he liked it. It always sent him into orbit, and judging from the muffled sounds he could hear Poseidon making it was having the same effect on the god.

After a bit the foreskin retracted fully and he could lick under the corona, before coming up and dipping into the slit where a small, translucent pearl had formed. The taste of something fresh and pleasantly salty danced over his tongue, more like tears than anything. Reassured, he started tonguing the slit.

There was another divine whimper overhead. “Please, Griffin,” Poseidon ground out.

Yeah, I could get used to this. “Please, what?” Griffin teased.

The god audibly gulped. “Suck it. Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”


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Writer Emergency and the Avoidance Thereof

Phew. THAT was close.

I had just settled in to finish my word quota for the day, which was going to include my very first f/f scene (don’t worry, m/m fans, I’m not abandoning the field, just spreading my horizons a bit).

And then I realized that in order to get my brain in the right mood for bow chika bow bow I needed chocolate of some sort, ideally with a bit of fruit added. Of course, we had nothing in the house as I had a con last weekend and have spent the week trying to catch up with work, cleaning, etc.

I turned to Ramón and said, “I have a Writer Emergency. I need chocolate.”

His eyes lit up. “I’m going to be writing tonight. I need chocolate, too.”

Hint not taken, but never mind. “What kind do you want?”

“Well, are you talking about sharing something, or getting a bag for you and a bag for me?”

My raised eyebrow was my only response.

He grinned. “Yeah, that was a stupid question, wasn’t it? Okay, I’d like Lindt truffles, in mint, coconut, orange, or caramel flavor, or something in those flavor ranges from Ghiardelli. Thank you, sweetie.”

A somewhat complicated trip out later (when the hell did the local CVS stop being 24 hour? Seriously, these people need to notify me before they make changes to my life like that), I returned with a bag of Dark Mint Ghiardelli, carrot cake M&Ms (who knew?), and Lindt caramel truffles for him, and Dark Chocolate and Raspberry Ghiardelli and Brookside Pomegranate Chocolates for me. I may have gone a bit overboard, true, but I now have blessed, blessed chocolate flowing through my veins and can write anything. Bring on the f/f smut!

Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MWTease #MidWeekTease

MWTease15Hello, darlings! Let’s get over Hump Day with a teaser from Book Three of my Olympic Cove series, Deep Water. So, what did happen with Poseidon and Medusa that resulted in Medusa being turned into a Gorgon? Here’s my take on the event.

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“What did happen, then?” Hades asked.

Poseidon took in a deep breath of the salt air, letting the memories roll over him with their jagged edges. “I didn’t even know of her existence until that night. Amphitrite had said nothing to me about finding her.” His smile was bitter. “With good reason, as it turned out. I had been drinking with Zeus and Hermes in Zeus’s palace, and had gotten very … merry, I suppose you could call it. At some point I decided to return to my palace and see if Amphitrite had returned. I felt quite relaxed, and had hopes of lying with her.”

The guilt in his gut churned, sinking its knives deeper. “And then, on the steps of Zeus’s hall, I ran into Aphrodite. Quite literally.”

****

Well into his cups, Poseidon stopped, aware that he had just caromed into something small and engagingly bouncy. He blinked down at a head of massed ringlets the color of honey, smelling of rose and jasmine, and smiled sloppily.

“Well met, Goddess of Love,” he said, rather proud of himself for not slurring as he stepped back. “What a pleasure to bump into you. Heh.”

The stunning goddess frowned at him. “Poseidon,” she said, eyes narrowing in the light of the torches of Zeus’s courtyard. “You reek of the vintner’s.”

He waved a hand in the general direction of the hall. “My brother has been most generous with his wine tonight. But what could bring a lovely creature such as yourself out at this time of night? Surely you should be tucked up snugly in bed?” He grinned, weaving just a bit. “Or is Ares off overseeing some tedious mortal combat?”

The goddess’s eyes flashed at that. It was no secret that Hera, upon seeing Aphrodite after her emergence from the waves off Cythera, had sought to forestall her husband’s lust for the beautiful new goddess. As the Goddess of Marriage, she suggested that Aphrodite’s loveliness would be the spur to a new War of the Gods and recommended that she be married to their son Hephaestus, the lame god of the forge, thus short-circuiting any divine battle over Aphrodite’s favors.

Zeus, having seen the warning glint in his consort’s eye, reluctantly gave his approval and Aphrodite was married that afternoon to Hephaestus. Aphrodite had recoiled at the sight of her new husband and refused his bed. Soon afterwards she chose Ares, the God of War, as her lover, and the two had been on-and-off romantic partners for centuries.

That being said, their relationship was tactfully never mentioned, and certainly never in such bawdy terms. “You have had far too much to drink, Sea Lord,” she said, tossing her head. “I have no idea where Lord Ares is, nor would I have any reason to know this.”

“Hush, lass.” He patted her kindly on the shoulder, making her stagger a bit. “Who you warm your bed with is your own business. I mean nothing by it.” There was a pleasant stirring under his chiton at the thought of bed, and he hoped that Amphitrite had returned from her travels and was lying in their own at the moment. “In fact, I’m of a mood to do some warming myself if my consort is home, so if you don’t mind—”

The goddess’s offended expression hardened for a moment, then eased into a sweet smile. “Amphitrite?” she said. “I know for a fact that she is not at your hall, Sea Lord. She’s with your agapetos.”

Some of the alcoholic haze left Poseidon’s brain, but only some of it. “My—what?”

“Your agapetos? Didn’t she tell you?” Aphrodite said, blue eyes wide and innocent. “You have a second mate, and she’s quite the young beauty. Her name is Medusa, if memory serves me right, and she is a handmaiden at Athena’s temple.”

Poseidon blinked at that. Both he and Amphitrite had agreed that there was another mate out there somewhere waiting for them. Hadn’t he spent decades winnowing through the loveliest nymphs, demigoddesses, and maidens he could find searching for her? And there she was, practically under his nose.

A wisp of common sense poked through his inebriation. Yes, there she was, in Athena’s temple. And that grey-eyed battleaxe isn’t likely to hand her over, agapetos or not.

He straightened, barely weaving. “Thank you for your information, Lady Aphrodite,” he announced. “It is much appreciated.”

An odd, self-satisfied look sleeked over the goddess’s face. “May you receive what you so richly deserve, Lord Poseidon,” she said sweetly, turning and heading off to her own palace.

It didn’t occur to him until it was far too late that Aphrodite’s parting words weren’t a blessing.


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Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MWTease #MidWeekTease

MWTease15Hello, darlings! Let’s get over Hump Day with a teaser from Book Three of my Olympic Cove series, Deep Water. After almost 50K, Poseidon and Griffin FINALLY had sex. I was starting to wonder if I should force feed these two Viagra and lock them in a room together. Sheesh.

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

Poseidon swung his feet onto the bed and stretched out, looking at him with that same faint smile. “Shall we pick up where we left off last night?” he said cheerfully. “I believe we were making out like teenagers?”

Griffin laughed gently at the god’s deliberate attempt to lighten the mood. “Come here, you gob.”

Poseidon rolled into his arms and started kissing him. It was just as good, if not better, than the previous night, and Griffin luxuriated in the feeling of the god’s body against his own.

As it turned out, underwater foreplay sans breathing equipment lent some very interesting physical properties to the process. Every time they turned or shifted it would lift them up a bit, causing them to float just over the surface of the bed before settling back down to it.
It was, in a word, insanely fun, and Griffin found himself giggling when Poseidon deliberately spun him along the long axis of his body to get access to the nape of his neck. “That tickles!” he chortled.

“It won’t in a minute,” the god mumbled, nibbling at his skin with delicate little bites. One arm slithered around Griffin’s waist, pulling him flush against Poseidon’s body. His arse came in contact with something long and warm. Feeling evil and remembering what his first wife used to do in the same position, he deliberately wriggled against it.

Poseidon moaned against his skin. “Wretch.”

“That’s me.” Griffin ground back against Poseidon’s groin again experimentally. It was more than a little weird to feel another stiff cock prodding him, especially knowing where it would eventually go, but he was surprised to find it was also kind of hot. He’d always enjoyed getting his partners excited. Just because his partner was now male didn’t change that, apparently.

Poseidon draped his arm around Griffin’s waist. A warm hand came to rest over his groin, gently stroking covered flesh that was, unfortunately, quite flaccid.

Griffin sighed. “It’s not you. It’s the chemo.”

“I know. Does it hurt when I touch you?”

“No. Feels nice. I just can’t get hard.”

The god nodded. “May I try something?”

“If you mean oral, that doesn’t work, either.” Griffin winced at the memory of the pretty escort he’d hired once the docs had cleared him for sex, and her diligent attempts to wake up his limp cock. She had been kind but relieved when he finally told her to stop, which was almost worse than the impotence.

“I didn’t, although I do plan on doing it later.” Poseidon’s breath was a warm brush against the back of his neck and Griffin shivered at it. “I have something else in mind.”

“Like what?”

In response the god’s hand went to the waist band of his bathing trunks and slid underneath. Griffin groaned softly as Poseidon’s hand closed around him. Just once, please, let me get hard again.

His body didn’t listen, but he forgot about that as a gentle tingle played along the surface of his cock. It spread out from Poseidon’s fingers, teasing the soft skin and pouring down in a trickle over Griffin’s balls. He tilted his head back against Poseidon’s shoulder, pushing into the warm, vibrating grip. “Oh, that’s good. Don’t stop,” he breathed.

“I won’t.” Poseidon continued playing with Griffin’s cock and balls and coating them with that wonderful tingling sensation. His hips kept thrusting into the god’s hand as the tingle grew, trying to scratch an itch that wasn’t an itch but a delicious hum.

Then Poseidon started kissing his ear, nibbling at the lobe and licking along the upper shell before taking that section into his mouth and sucking gently. Griffin’s eyes squeezed closed as the familiar rising note built in his aching balls, threatening to overflow. But it couldn’t, he knew it couldn’t, and he tried to wriggle away to get breathing room.

Poseidon immediately stopped. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just, you’re getting me hot and I can’t come.” He heard the little whine in his voice and hated it. “Sorry. Just give me a little space, yeah?”

Poseidon’s hand slowed down, but didn’t stop. “Do you trust me?” he asked quietly.

Griffin writhed against him. “I’m trying to, I swear.”

Then let me bring you pleasure, beloved. Let go and trust me.”

God, he wanted to come so badly. “Do it. Please.”

Poseidon started caressing him again and the tingling sped up, turning into a vibration that sank through his flesh into his bones. He cried out, twisting in the god’s arms as the vibration rose, higher, higher, so close—


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