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Finally
At 2:46 AM this morning I finished the second round of edits on Deep Water, wrote up the synopsis, and sent it off to Evernight. This was after a MAJOR restructuring of Act II that made the book much better but required one hell of a lot of cutting/pasting/tweaking/patching/rewriting/etc that took up a goodish chunk of last week.
See, for me writing is actually the easy part. I turn off my internal editor and just splash words on the page. It’s the editing stage where I actually have to make those words make, you know, sense, that things get hairy and my housekeeping falls by the wayside while I try to figure out how to fit this 98K word puzzle together in a way so that you actually see the story.
But it’s done and off. And yes, this is going to be an MMF story with MM, FF, and MF scenes in it. I never claimed to color inside the lines. Hopefully I’ll hear from Evernight sometime in the next few weeks or so; in the meantime I still have to finish the short story for their Alpha Shifter antho, finish and polish Iron Cross for RT2015 next week (I have an appointment with an editor and an agent and need to have a completed manuscript waiting at home in case they say, “Why, yes, this sounds fantastic, send it to us right now”), then finish the Trickster sequel, then start plotting Olympic Cove Book Four (working title Cross Current).
Sleep? What means this word, sleep?
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Hello, darlings! This will be the last teaser from Book Three of my Olympic Cove series, Deep Water, so I decided to go out on a high note with a scorching three-way between Poseidon, Amphitrite and Griffin. No, don’t thank me — I live to serve. đ
Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!
Late afternoon found the three of them naked and in bed, languidly kissing and touching. When Poseidon nudged Amphitriteâs thighs apart and slid between them she was more than ready, sighing happily as she worked to take all of him in. He started a slow, deliberate stroke, making minute adjustments each time until he found the angle that made her gasp in pleasure.
Griffin stretched out beside her, kissing and nibbling her neck while he played with Poseidonâs flexing ass. âChrist, I love watching you two,â he said, brown eyes glowing with desire.
âI know,â she gasped, abruptly breathless after a deep thrust. Griffinâs cock pressed against her hip and she slid her hand down between their bodies, just managing to wrap her fingers around him and stroke the tip. âI want you next.â
Poseidon chuckled, pausing in mid-stroke to kiss her chin. âNot if I wear you out first, beloved.â
She grinned up at her husband, flexing her inner muscles and wringing a moan out of him. âThatâs the lovely thing about being female,â she said. âIâm multi-orgasmic. Youâre going to have to make an effort to wear me out.â
Poseidon gave Griffin one of those amused male looks. âI do believe weâve been challenged,â he said.
âChallenge accepted,â Griffin said, gleeful.
To Amphitrite’s delight they proceeded to do wonderfully wicked things to every erogenous zone on her body that they could find, and a few new ones that she didnât even know she had. She had two orgasms before Poseidon finally came with a lovely groan. He switched places with Griffin, who was currently teasing her with a slow, shallow stroke while Poseidon used his mouth to map every inch of her torso.
âWait, Iâve got an idea.â Griffin pulled out and shifted until he was sitting back on his heels. Sliding his hands under her thighs, he pulled her up into his lap until her head and shoulders were the only parts still resting on the mattress. He slid back inside her, hands splayed over her hipbones as he started the same shallow thrust. In this position, however, it rubbed directly against that lovely spot behind her pubic bone. âHowâs that, love?â
Pleasure burned through her, sharp and pure. âDonât stop.â
âWasnât planning on it.â
âMm, perfect.â Poseidon turned, getting on his knees and kissing his way down her stomach. The soft prickle of his beard added an additional layer of teasing sensation. She felt him kiss the curls on her pubic mound, and then his tongue lapped at the junction where Griffin entered her, finding her clit and going to work on it with ravenous eagerness. She wasnât sure what turned her on more, that her formerly staid husband was eating her out with such abandon or that he was tasting both Griffin and her while he did it.
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Hello, 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.
âDoes he have to get that close?â he asked Amphitrite. âCanât he kill them from a distance?â
âYes, but that takes more effort on his part, and its messy,â she said, her hands clenched around around the chariotâs reins. âThis way, the deaths are quick and clean. He doesnât want them to suffer.â Her tone made it clear that sheâd be willing to live with more suffering if it improved Poseidonâs safety. Griffin agreed wholeheartedly with her.
Grimacing, Amphitrite clucked at the seahorses. âCome on, we have a job to do.â
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. âLooks like some massive displacement there.â
âYes. That whale was definitely not alone. So where are the others?â With a flick of the reins she guided the seahorses lower towards the ocean floor. âThere should beââ
Something massive slammed into the bottom of the chariot, shoving them upwards. Cursing, Griffin clung to the chariotâs 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. Thatâs impossible.
There was no choice. He had to get a closer look. âCan you get around to its side?â he yelled to Amphitrite. âI need to look at its flippers.â
The Nereid gave him an âAre you shitting me?â 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 creatureâs midline to where its flippers should have been. Fuck. I was right.
âGet us out of here!â he yelled.
âIâm trying to!â 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 Amphitriteâs 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. âHang on!â
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 hadnât 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 whaleâs snout pulling back from a hole it had broken in the coral. âCan it get in here?â
âWith enough time, yes,â Amphitrite said, handing him the reins. âHere.â
âWhat are you doing?â
She plucked her trident from its holder, glaring at the tines. They collapsed inward, forming a single vicious-looking barbed blade. âIâm going to kill it.â
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So, about Deep Water
These are quite possibly the most beautiful words in the English language:
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 RamĂłn 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.
Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MWTease #MidWeekTease
Hello, 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. âGriffin?â
âOh.â A look of almost comical surprise crossed Griffinâs face, before it was blown away by a huge grin. âFuck. Iâm getting hard. Iâm actually getting hard!â
âOh, beloved, thatâs wonderful!â Amphitrite said happily. She reached across to stroke their mortal mateâs arm, giving Poseidon a look that could only be called saucy. âWe should celebrate this, shouldnât we, husband?â
âIndeed we should, wife.â 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. âAnd if I remember correctly I believe I promised you something, Griffin, for when you regained this particular function.â
Their mortal mate blinked at him. âYouâre serious?â
âIndeed. I think it would be an excellent way to celebrate our union.â
Amphitrite propped her chin on Poseidonâs chest, studying them both. âWhat are you two talking about?â
Griffin hesitated, and Poseidon chuckled. âWe 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.â
Amphitriteâs eyebrows rose almost to her hairline. âYouâre going to let Griffin top you?â she said in obvious disbelief.
âYes. Iâm rather looking forward to it.â He gave her a seductive smile. âAnd 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.â
Griffinâs cock twitched against his ass. âYouâre not the only one,â Griffin said, half groaning. âChrist, just thinking about it makes me want to come.â
Poseidon ground back against his mortal, earning another groan. âAmmie?â
Amphitriteâs expression was that of a child who had just been given a key to a candy store. âOh, yes,â she said her voice dropping into the throaty tone that he still remembered. âI’d enjoy that very much. But Griffin will have to prepare you first. Am I allowed to watch?â
âI would certainly hope so.â Poseidon ran a thumb down Griffinâs shoulder. âWhat do you say, beloved? Should we give our lady a show?â
âFuck, yes.â His mate scrambled up to kiss him. Poseidon gave himself over to the hunger in Griffinâs 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 Griffinâs 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.
âIâm going to need some lube, love,â he murmured against Poseidon’s mouth.
The god reached out and fetched some of his favorite unguent from Olympus, handing it over. âHere.â
Griffin stared at the small cut-glass jar and its creamy contents. âIs that what you were using on me?â
âYes. Why?â
The mortal made a face. âIt explains a few things.â
âOh, dear,â Amphitrite said, sniggering.
Poseidon flushed. âWhy are you giggling?â he complained.
Amphitrite’s eyes twinkled. âItâs just that for someone whoâs incredibly up to date when it comes to technology, youâre somewhat old school when it comes to sex,” she said merrily.
âI havenât had sex with anyone in centuries until recently,” Poseidon said, aware that he sounded a bit huffy. âItâs not my fault if Iâm somewhat behind on the cutting edge of lubricants.â
âNever mind,â Griffin said, sitting up and shifting until he was sitting between Poseidonâs legs. âI did a bit of reading up on the topic. Why donât we try something thatâs made for the activity?â
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. âIs this it?â
âYeah, perfect.â Griffin uncapped it and pumped a thick, clear glob onto his fingers. Tossing the tube onto the bed, he urged Poseidonâs legs up until they were bent at the knee. âAmmie, could you keep his mouth occupied while Iâm working here?â
His consort made a sort of purring noise that sent even more blood rushing to Poseidonâs cock. âI believe I could do that.â
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Hello, 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?
Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!
Griffin felt it first. He opened his eyes, blinking against the darkness. Someoneâs 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.
âOh, my God,â Griffin breathed in relief. âYouâre back.â
Amphitrite slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes. âGriffin?â she mumbled, before noticing her husband at the foot of the bed. With a soft gasp, she tugged the blanket to her chest. âPoseidon.”
The god gave them both a pained smile. âI see the two of you have met already,” he said. “That’s good. I wonât have to worry about introductions, then.â
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. âYes, we’ve met,â she said softly, giving her husband a brief nod. âAnd thank you for saving him. Griffinâs told me what youâve done.â
Poseidon nodded back, fidgeting with a fold of his sodden chiton. It was painful to watch. âI did what I had to do,” he said, his smile clashing horribly with the sorrow in his eyes. âYou have my apologies for intruding. I just wanted to make sure Griffin was all right. Iâll leave the two of you now.â
âWhat? No!â Griffin blurted, appalled. “You can’t just leave.”
Poseidon paused, resignation clear on his face. âItâs all right, Griffin. The two of you belong together. I knew this would happen.â His mustache twitched as he pressed his lips together. âI wanted this to happen. I wish you both all the happiness you were denied because of me.â He gave Amphitrite a brief glance, but Griffin could sense the yearning beneath it. âIf he begins to weaken, let me know and I will come and help. Otherwise, I wonât touch him. I promise.â
âWha — oh, bugger this.â Griffin threw off the covers and stood up, realizing too late that heâd gone to sleep naked. âListen to me, you great oik. Youâre my agapetos, too,â he snapped, glaring at his mate. âI want you in my bed, and not just because of your magical joy juice. I love you, and Iâll be damned if Iâm letting you wander off and play the martyr now.â
âHe’s right, Poseidon,â Amphitrite said, her voice quiet but firm. âGriffin is your agapetos just as much as he is mine. He loves you, and he deserves to be in your arms.â
The god had gone still, hands clenched at his sides. âI want him in my arms,â Poseidon said hoarsely. âI wantâŚI 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 heâs forgiven me. But youâve had to live all these centuries without him, because of what I did.â He struck himself on his chest, and Griffin winced at the solid thud of the impact. âI donât deserve his forgiveness, and I know I canât hope to earn yours. Please, let me do this one thing to make it up to you. Take Griffin, and be happy with him.â
âI am happy with him,â Amphitrite said, her eyes shimmering now with tears. âBut I cannot be completely happy as long as you hold yourself apart from us, even for the best and most selfless of reasons.â Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the edge of the blanket and lifted it in an unmistakable gesture. âFor the love of Gaia, husband, come to bed.â
Poseidon stared at her with longing, but didnât move.
Right. If the pillock needs a push, Iâll 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. âShe means youâre forgiven, mate,â he said. âNow get in here. If nothing else, youâve got over seven thousand years of makeup orgasms to get started on.â
Amphitrite gulped and laughed at that, wiping at a stray tear that had trickled down her cheek. âCome to bed,â she repeated, smiling now. âYou great oik.â
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 Amphitriteâs 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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Hello, 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. đ
Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!
Griffin wasnât quite sure how they got to the bedroom. He wouldnât have been surprised if Ammie had simply portaled them there, goddess that she was.
He didnât 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 sistersâ perfume.
When the kiss broke he felt her smile against his mouth. âI do believe that was worth waiting for, beloved,â 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. Letâs see what itâs 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. âLet me take off your clothes,â 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 Medusaâs day, however, was exactly what he wanted.
âYouâre beautiful,â he said. âMy beautiful goddess.â
She lifted her chin in acknowledgement, lips curving. âWould you worship me, then?â she said, her voice sweet and imperious at the same time. âPay homage to me in your bed?â
âOh, yes.â
âThen stand.â
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. âBelieve me, beloved, I find no fault in you,â she said. âI 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.â
He sighed. Yet another knot in his gut unraveled. âThank you, love. Iâm sorry for being so ridiculous about it, butââ
She put fingers across his lips. âHow 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.â
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Hello, 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.
Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!
Griffin sat on the cottageâs small deck, watching the dusk gather on the horizon and wondering where Poseidon was.
No, letâs be honest here. Youâre wondering if heâs all right.
Theyâd been just finishing up the curry when both Poseidon and Aphrosâs 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.
âWhat the hell?â 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. âWhatâs going on?â
Poseidon stared at the cove with a thunderous expression. âThetis.â
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, âIf you donât 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.â
âWhat? Why?â Even feeling better as he was, the idea of getting on another trans-atlantic flight was out of the question. âWhatâs going on?â
âIâll explain it to you later, beloved.â With a final kiss, the sea god turned and left the cottage, following the path of his son. As Griffin watched, Poseidonâs 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 himâ
His throat tightened. Heâs the bloody God of the Sea. Nothingâs 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.
Heâd 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 itâs Nick checking up on me. Iâm not in the mood for companyâ
He opened the back door, ready to tell his neighbor that he was fine and didnât 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. Poseidonâs consort, and his own long-lost agapetos. She was even wearing the same expression sheâd had in his dream.
âI was looking for Griffin,â she said slowly, then shook her head. âI mean, I was looking for my ⌠husband.â She continued to stare at him. He had the distinct impression that she wasnât just looking at him, the outside surface. She was seeing right down to his soul.
He forced himself to swallow, to smile. âHello, Amphitrite.â
The simple pendant around her neck trembled with her sharp breath. âHow do you know my name?â
âI know a lot about you.â One side of his mouth twitched. âWell, I think I do, anyway. I donât know how much of it is still valid, considering how I learned it. But yeah, I know who you are.â He stepped back, gesturing her inside. âPlease, come in.â
She moved past him without hesitation, still gazing at him. âYou are Griffin, yes? Griffin Moore?â
âYeah, thatâs me.â And then he remembered the cooling kettle in the kitchen. âUh, can I get you something to drink? I was just making tea.â
âTea? Oh. Yes, thank you.â 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. âYou said youâre looking for Poseidon?â he asked over his shoulder.
When he turned, he realized she only been surprised before. This was the proper gobsmacked expression of the Nereid. âYou know his real name?â she said, stunned.
âYes. And I know youâre his wife. And I know your boys Aphros and Bythos are sea centaurs, Ianâs a storm god, and thereâs something bad going on out there that Poseidon has to deal with. Thatâs where he and Aphros are right now, I think.â
She put a hand to her temple and went still. âOf course,â she finally said, half to herself. âDammit.â
Griffin’s fingers closed hard around his tea mug. âIs he in danger?â
âPoseidon? A month ago I would have said absolutely not. NowâŚâ Her gaze cleared and she focused on him again. âHeâs very strong, though, and dangerous in his own right. I donât think Thetis can overpower him, at least not yet.â
That name again. âThetis is a Nereid, isnât she?â Griffin asked. Heâd used the time after Poseidonâs departure to do some research on his smart phone. âAnd your sister, according to Google.â
Amphitrite hesitated, then nodded. âYes. 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.â
The electric kettle clicked, catching his attention. âLet me get this tea made, and then Iâd really like to hear the whole story, if you donât mind.â
He busied himself with the tea things, feeling Amphitriteâs 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 Amphitriteâs expression, he wasn’t the only one, either.
He grabbed his tea and sat on the stool next to hers. âYou felt that, didnât you? That spark?â
âYes.â Her reply was awed. âDo you know what it means?â
âYeah.â He swallowed once. âI’m your agapetos. And I know this is going to be hard to believe, but apparently Iâm also the reincarnation of Medusa.â
Amphitrite took in another ragged breath. âI know.â
That surprised him. âYou do?â
âYes. 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.â Her eyes sheened with unshed tears. âAnd then you touched me, and I knew for sure.â
Griffin felt a sudden, almost overwhelming urge to take her in his arms and kiss her. With an effort, he restrained himself. âIs that going to be all right? I mean, I know Iâm not the girl you knew,â he said, trying for a wry tone to cover his self-consciousness. “And God knows Iâm not exactly a GQ modelââ
âStop, please,” Amphitrite begged. Her hand darted out, grabbing his as if to keep him from escaping. âIf I want you? Beloved, I have wanted you for millennia. I donât care what you look like. I will want you when you are old and grey, until the end of time.â She started crying and smiling at the same time, a thunderstorm of joy that melted his heart. âYouâre the missing part of my soul. How could I not want you?”
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Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MWTease #MidWeekTease
Hello, 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 realizedâŚyou need to fuck me again, donât you?â
Poseidon considered him thoughtfully. âIf your tumor is as aggressive as it seems to be, you should have daily doses of my seed, yes.â
âYeah, thatâs what I thought. But right now my arse feels like someone drove a lorry through it, and I donât think Iâm going to be up for rum, buggery, and the lash today.â
âAh.â The god dropped down to his side. âI see. Yes, youâll need a day or so to recover.â
âBut I also need your seed. So if you canât bugger meâŚâ Griffin swallowed, then realized what he was doing and grimaced. âI suppose I’ll have to blow you.”
Poseidonâs expression contorted in an odd way. After a moment, Griffin realized the god was trying not to smile. âWhat?”
“You neednât make it sound like Iâm asking you to slaughter innocents,â Poseidon said mildly.
Griffin flushed. âFuck. Sorry. I just never did anything like that with a bloke. At least, not when I was the giving party.â
âIt would be easier if you could get hard,â Poseidon agreed. âThat 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?â
Griffin made a face at the thought of adding Poseidonâs semen to a bowl of already glutinous oatmeal. The protein shake had some merit, however. âI 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. âTell me, love, have you ever pleasured a woman with your mouth?â
It was one of his favorite forms of foreplay. âYeah, lots of times. I love it.â
âWhy?â
That was a good question. âHonestly? It was a power trip. I liked knowing that I could make her scream and beg with just my tongue,â he said after some thought.
Poseidon raised an eyebrow, giving him a knowing smile. âHow would you like to make a powerful, immortal god scream and beg?â
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. âI see what you mean,â he said. âOkay. Iâll try it. But I reserve the right to use protein shakes if I just canât swallow.â
âAgreed.â 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 godâs trouser catch and slid the zipper down, careful to avoid the rigid shaft underneath. He reached in and eased out Poseidonâs 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 wasnât 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 Poseidonâs 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 Poseidonâs thigh muscles tighten.
He smacked his lips. âHuh. Tastes like skin. Well, it wouldnât, wouldnât it?â
âI certainly hope so,â 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. Poseidonâs 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.
Letâs 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. âPlease, Griffin,â Poseidon ground out.
Yeah, I could get used to this. âPlease, what?â Griffin teased.
The god audibly gulped. âSuck it. Please.â
âWell, since you asked so nicely.â
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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 RamĂłn 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!