Category Archives: Deep Water

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.

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

“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.

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to view this Linky Tools list…

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—

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to view this Linky Tools list…

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. Still more suspense than sex, but the sexy times will be coming up next week!

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

Poseidon followed Griffin back to the inlet, surreptitiously making sure that the mortal didn’t stumble. As he’d feared, the water had receded down the sandy cut, exposing far more of the Seabird’s bow than he liked.

Griffin grimaced at the grounded boat. “Shit. Well, maybe if we both pushed…”

He could hear the weariness in the mortal’s voice. “I can get us back in the water. Get on board.”


“Get on board, Griffin.”

Griffin stared at him, and Poseidon realized he’d let some of his power slip. “All right,” the man mumbled in a daze, climbing clumsily back into the boat and taking his position at the tiller.

Tossing his knapsack into the boat, Poseidon positioned himself at the sailboat’s bow and put his shoulder to it. Water, rise to my call, heed me.

There was a susurrating noise as seawater bucked the tide and rushed back up the inlet. The boat lifted off the sand and he gave a gentle push. True to its name, the Seabird moved gracefully back out into the deeper part of the channel. Satisfied, he waded into the water and jumped into the boat, noting that Griffin was still sitting in a daze at the tiller.

Another gentle push of divine power, and the mortal shook his head.

“I — what?” His head whipped from side to side as he stared at the purling water around the boat. “You got us loose already?”

“The sandbar was softer than it looked,” Poseidon lied, grabbing the boathook and poling them free of the inlet. The boat rocked gently as the now-normal tide took it. “It just took one good shove.”

“Oh.” Griffin looked abashed. “Sorry I didn’t help—”

The boat rocked again, much harder this time, and a greenish-grey clawed hand hooked over the stern gunwale.


Griffin grabbed for the gunwale as the boat rocked. He touched something cold and rubbery, and turned to see a nightmare grinning up at him from the water. It champed shark teeth at him, black eyes rolling and utterly insane.

Before he even had a chance to recoil Dunn was at his side, driving the boathook into the thing’s open maw with an enraged shout. There was a wet crunch, and the thing dissolved into foul-smelling black chunks that pattered back onto the water.

The yell that had been locked in his throat erupted now. “What the fuck!”

He was bodily lifted from his spot and deposited on the sailboat’s center seat. “Stay there!” Dunn barked, hefting the boathook. Somehow he looked larger than before, muscles bulging as he glared at the water around the boat.

A stiff breeze sprang up abruptly. Griffin watched, boggled, as his friend jumped for the sheets and unfurled the sails. The canvas snapped, filling with wind, and the little boat surged forward.

Dunn twisted and thumped down onto the stern seat, grabbing the tiller. “Are you all right?” he called.

It took Griffin a moment to find his voice. “Yeah. What the buggering fuck was that?”

Dunn’s already grim expression turned darker. “I don’t know.”

Suddenly Griffin knew he was lying. “You killed it. Jesus, Dunn.”

Furious blue eyes lifted to him, but Dunn didn’t reply. Griffin gripped the seat, trying to work out what had just happened. The day had been weird enough, what with Dunn almost kissing him on the island (and he’d wanted it, wanted to feel Dunn’s mouth on his, and where the hell was that coming from?), then that weird greying out bit when he found himself on the boat instead of helping to push it free.

And now, something that looked like a cross between a zombie and a shark had come out of the water after them. It had human hands. Even with the claws, I’d swear they were human.

And Dunn had killed it with a single strike.

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list…

Wherein I have a question for you all

The Breaker Zone blog tour is going quite well and it’s racking up some nice reviews so that’s all good, and I currently have Deep Water (Olympic Cove 3) and a Trickster sequel on the writing deck, plus there’s the MMF Victorian steampunk series yet to be written as well as some OC novellas, the sequels to A Boon by Moonlight and Two to Tango, and various other things that are slipping into my WIP list when I’m not looking. So yeah, lots of Cameron-style paranormal/fantasy erotic romance coming down the pike here.

That being said, I have a question and I would like some honest feedback on it. As you may know (Bob), I was a science fiction writer before I branched out into erotic romance, and I actually wrote two SF books that were never published that, after MUCH editing and revision, I would like to take a crack at putting on the market. My question is, would any of you be interested in reading a non-erotic romance novel by me? The first one is a straight-up time travel adventure where a British physicist and a Chicago cop have to travel to 1870 Oxford to find a thief who stole time travel technology and find themselves accidentally involved with Lewis Carroll, Alice Liddell, and Ukrainian art thieves. There would be romance-like elements to the book (the physicist is female and the cop is male, and there is MUCH bantering going on throughout), but no sex and it’s definitely more along the lines of Connie Willis than J.D. Robb.

So, yeah, let me know if something like that would interest you. Thanks!

Okay, back to work

getlitThis week is the first official work week of 2015, and I’m happy to report that I did 3,000 words on Deep Water today with a goal of turning it in this month to Evernight. Granted, I have no idea if anything I wrote today is useful, seeing as  the local flora are having enthusiastic sex despite the low temps and my eyes are actively trying to crawl out of my head and hide until all the pollen settles. But hey, that’s life in the clavicle of Texas. Achoo!

I also picked two winners for my Evernight Holiday Hangover Blog Hop Contest — Kaylyn D won an Amazon gift certificate and my Planet Alpha book Assassin, and Kev won my Dougal the merman doll (which works out very well as he’s quite the merman figurine collector). Thanks to everyone who participated in the hop, and best of luck with the grand prize!

As for me, I’m off to start an antihistamine IV. Whee…

Evernight’s Holiday Hangover Blog Hop!

EPHolidayHangoverHopHappy New Year from Evernight!

Now that the Christmas cookies are gone, gifts unwrapped, and your holiday visitors have left, you’ve earned some well-deserved TLC. Evernight authors not only have the cure for your holiday hangover, they have fantastic new books for your 2015 reading list, too!

Be sure to visit every stop on the hop and answer each question. The more you blogs you hop, the more chances to win the GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini sponsored by Evernight Publishing (one entry per blog). Plus, hop each blog for a host of other fabulous prizes.

So sink into your favorite chair and enjoy your holiday hangover!

Hey, folks, Nicola here, and it’s time to add my personal bit to this post. We were requested to use a New Year’s or hangover theme for our post, so I thought, “What would be more appropriate than three gods sitting around a kitchen table drinking wine and commiserating”

breakerzone_smYes, it’s the (unedited) opening scene to Book Three in my Olympic Cove series, Deep Water. And if you want to see how it all got started, please check out Storm Season (Book One) and the newly released Breaker Zone (Book Two). Enjoy!

Three gods sat in a tidy cottage kitchen, sharing a bottle of rather fine wine.

This wasn’t an unusual occurrence for that particular kitchen. With mid-afternoon sunlight playing on its rack of copper pots and aged wooden cabinets, the room radiated a certain cheerful homeliness that could make even a divine being feel welcome. And if pressed, Poseidon (Ruler of the Sea, Earth-Shaker, Lord of Horses, et al.) was willing to admit that he felt surprisingly comfortable in his sons’ oh-so-mortal dwelling.

He definitely appreciated the vintage he was about to receive. Admiring the play of sunlight on crystal and liquid as the level of wine rose in his glass, he nodded when it had reached an acceptable amount.

The male across from him stopped pouring, putting the wine bottle back on the table. Poseidon found the simple act somewhat startling. After millennia of being served by daimons, the invisible spirits of the air that tended the gods of Olympus, he wasn’t used to corporeal hands doing something as mundane as pouring him a glass of wine.

Especially when those hands belonged to Ian West, the new Atlantian God. And, by an incredible concatenation of events that even I find hard to believe, my son-in-law.

Nonplussed, he took a sip. The rich, earthy taste of an excellent Bordeaux rolled over his tongue, and he swallowed with relieved pleasure. “From your wine cellar, I take it?” he said.

The other occupant of the table, a lean redhead with grey eyes, nodded. “I thought it would help, considering what we’re here to discuss,” the sea demigod Bythos said.

“Mm. So you have new information about the cause of Thetis’s madness?”

“We believe so,” Bythos said. “Nick was able to analyze some of her venom while she had him at her lair. He said it contained some kind of nanotechnology. That’s—”

“I know what nanotechnology is,” Poseidon said crisply. “That does come as a surprise. But it explains how she’s been able to turn various creatures into monsters.” He studied his son, whose had been briefly poisoned by the Mad Nereid’s venom. It had required Ian’s new powers, guided by Gaia, to cleanse him of the infection. “Do you know how she obtained this nanotechnology?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Bythos said. “And Nick didn’t mention any identifying marks on it.”

Dr. Nick Gardiner, a friend of Ian, had arrived at the cove a week ago after fleeing a deadly lover. He’d become the Bearer of the Rod of Asclepius in the process, and had endured his own encounter with the Mad Nereid. “Nick had to do his original analysis through Pythia and the Rod,” Ian pointed out. “Plus he had Thetis breathing down his neck. If we can get him some new samples, he might be able to ID who created the nanotech. There can’t be a lot of companies to choose from.”

Poseidon leaned back in his chair, long fingers toying with the almost full wine glass. “Best we take samples from an ilkothella, then,” he said. “It won’t be as powerful as Thetis’s venom, but it should still carry this nanotechnology.”

“Yes, except that the ilkothella has to be captured alive,” Bythos said. “Remember, they turn to sludge when killed.”

Ian shuddered. “How are we going to get one?”

“Aphros and his tritons are more experienced with the creatures,” Poseidon said. “I’ll have him set a squad on capturing one. Where would Nick wish to study it?”

“The cove would be the best place,” Bythos said, “but the protective geas would kill an ilkothella as soon as it came in. I’ll see about setting up some kind of holding pen outside the cove entrance.”

Ian grimaced. “Do we need to keep it alive once we have the sample? I mean, what if it breaks loose?”

Belatedly, Poseidon remembered that a small human town lay close to the cove. During summer, its residents would undoubtedly be spending time in the warm waters of the Atlantic, providing a veritable buffet for an ilkothella. “Make sure it does not break loose,” he ordered. “I have no wish for humans to become panicked if some of their number disappear while swimming.”

Before he could add anything else, there was a knock at the back door. It opened, revealing a lovely brunette carrying a leather messenger bag. “Aphros, are you home? I—”

She stopped as she spotted Poseidon, her bright expression changing to a bland mask. “Oh. I’ll come back later—”

Poseidon jumped to his feet. “No, wait,” he said, the words leaving his mouth before he could call them back. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat. “Aphros isn’t here, but if you wish to speak to Bythos I can step out for a moment.” He tried to smile. It didn’t come out well at all.

His consort Amphitrite glanced at their son, her expression gentling. “No, that’s all right. I just wanted to ask Aph about a recipe,” she said. “Liam wants to try making something called cassoulet. Apparently it’s Nick’s favorite dish.”

Bythos stood, crossing to his mother and kissing her cheek in greeting. “Aph is having a tactical meeting with his tritons,” he said. “He should be back in a few hours.”

Her smile returned. “Then I’ll come back at that time. Gentlemen.” She nodded at Ian and Poseidon.

Poseidon nodded back stiffly, not knowing what else to say. He waited until Bythos had walked the goddess out before dropping back into his seat. What with Nick and his mers joining, it appeared that Olympic Cove was a charmed place for those searching for their soul mates.

I curse both of you for your betrayal. May you never find happiness together.

His hand clenched at the memory, the voice still so familiar after all these centuries.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He blinked, then glared at Ian. “I beg your pardon?”

The storm god sighed. “Look, it’s obvious you two have some long-standing problems. You’re free to tell me to fuck off, but if you want to talk about it, I’ll listen.”

For a fraction of a second Poseidon considered the offer. Then he realized how his sons’ mate was likely to respond to the revealing of his greatest failing. The very thought of it made him want to destroy something, preferably a continent.

“I … thank you,” he finally said through stiff lips. “But there is nothing on earth that can help.”

Ian’s eyes narrowed at that, but before he could say anything else Bythos came back into the kitchen. “Father, there’s a triton in the cove,” the demigod said, frowning. “He has a message for you from the Oracle.”

The Oracle of the Waters was one of the last surviving seers, the mouthpiece of the Fates themselves. “Why didn’t you bring him in?” Poseidon asked.

“There are humans on the beach launching a boat,” Bythos said, hooking a thumb over his shoulder. “It would be rather noticeable if an armored man suddenly walked out of the water. I told the triton to stay in the cove and wait for you.”

“A boat?” Ian went to the kitchen window, peering out at the beach. “That can’t be Nick’s. He doesn’t know how to sail.”

Bythos gave his mate a wry smile. “I suspect Ms. Kuttner has finally managed to rent out one of the other cottages,” he said. “It was bound to happen at some time. We’ll need to be more cautious moving in and out of the water. Speaking of that–”

He reached into thin air and pulled out a dusty bottle, handing it to Poseidon. “For the Oracle,” he said. “He does appreciate his tribute.”

Poseidon noted the bottle’s vintage, eyebrows rising in appreciation. “He does at that. Thank you, my son. This is … unexpected.”

A faint smile played over Bythos’s lips. “Let’s just say I’m hoping for good news.”

Poseidon nodded in silent agreement, then concentrated. The air molecules around his body shifted, rendering him invisible. Exiting the cottage, he spotted the crew of mortal laborers Bythos had described easing a sailboat into the calm water.

Poseidon tamped down a flicker of irritation. Passing undetected among mortals was simple enough to do, but he’d enjoyed the relative freedom of Olympic Cove and being able to move about without disguising himself. Oh, well. All good things must come to an end, I suppose.

He stepped into the warm water, moving swiftly into the depths and letting them close over him. He automatically checked the condition of the cove; the water was clean, the creatures in it healthy and thriving, and the protective geas laid on it by Bytho still held. No evil would enter the cove to threaten his sons and their mate, or their friends.

At least, not yet.

Okay, fine, I hear you say, but how do I get a chance at winning Evernight’s GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini and your blog prize, a saucy little plush merman doll named Dougal?

Dougal01 Dougal02 Dougal03

Simplement, mon ami! Just answer this question in the comments (be sure to include your email address to be eligible to win): What was your most memorable New Year’s Eve?

And now, let’s continue with your Holiday Hangover hop!

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list…

Whereupon I find myself on the horns of a dilemma

And damn, that’s uncomfortable.

As you know (Bob), Breaker Zone released earlier this week and is selling briskly (oddly enough vis-a-vis Amazon it’s selling much better in Germany and the UK than in the US — go figure). I’ve already started Book Three, Deep Water, and hope to have that finished and turned in to Evernight by the end of January.

Thing is, there is going to be one major difference in Deep Water — I’m adding a female to the main romantic mix. It’s going to be MMF so there will be my usual man-on-man action, but there are going to be some MF and MMF scenes as well (and to be honest, one rather important FF scene). I actually have the series story arc worked out in my head so I’m not randomly adding characters to the mix — all of the romantic action happens for a reason.

But I know I have readers who simply don’t enjoy MF or MMF stories, and I suspect I may wind up losing them for this book, which is kind of a shame because Deep Water 1) is going to be extremely funny in places and 2) will explain why Poseidon has such a huge stick up his ass. And yeah, the fiscally conscious part of my brain is worried about the potential hit to sales — I have five cats I have to keep in kibble, after all.

Ultimately, however, I have to be true to the story in my head, and Deep Water‘s plot is all about Poseidon, his consort Amphitrite, and the agapetos they lost millennia ago. So to the non-MMF fans out there, all I can do is beg your indulgence and ask you to give the story a chance when it finally goes to print. I promise, I’ll do my best not to cock it up.

Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MidWeekTease #MWTease

MidWeekTeaseHappy 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.

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list…

Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MidWeekTease #MWTease

MidWeekTeaseHappy Hump Day! Let’s celebrate it with another wonderful Mid Week Tease, courtesy of the lovely and talented Sandra Bunino. Here’s another unedited scene from Deep Water, where Poseidon has taken Griffin to a local barrier island for an impromptu picnic, and is desperately trying to remember how to seduce a man.

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…

Poseidon accepted another beer and settled back into the shade of the loblollies. It had been so long since he’d seduced anyone, man or woman, that he suspected he’d forgotten how to do it. Simply appearing in his divine guise was more likely to send Griffin into convulsions than ardor. Should I send a nice array of weapons? Compliment him on his manliness and strength?

He glanced across at the pale form. No, he’d take that as an insult. Gaia, why does this have to be so difficult?

A vague recollection of something called a women’s magazine flickered through his memory. It had recommended that women talk to men and ask them about their interests in order to tempt them into relationships.

He cleared his throat. “So, er, what are your interests?”

The look Griffin gave him was memorable. “You mean, apart from getting through the next two weeks without collapsing, pissing on someone’s living room floor, or dying?” he said drily.

The words were meant to be humorous, but they scored the god’s heart. “Why do you keep joking about that?” Poseidon said harshly.

Griffin suddenly looked abashed. “Probably because there’s nothing I can do about it, and I’d rather laugh than cry. Actually, I’d rather not talk about it at all, but it’s the bloody elephant in the room, isn’t it?”

Poseidon flushed. He had no right to rebuke Griffin, especially on a subject that he would never personally face. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I just wanted to know more about you.”

“Why?” Griffin seemed genuinely puzzled. “I’m dying, Dunn. That doesn’t make me interesting.”

You have no idea how wrong you are, love. He cleared his throat. “I suspect we have some common interests. Oceanography, for one. And then there’s the Sea Shepherds. I did see your shirt the night of the cookout.”

“Oh, yeah?” The mortal brightened. “Yeah, I think the Shepherds are fantastic. I’ve actually gotten to work with them on a couple of projects. I know some people think they’re confrontational, but you can’t be afraid to kick arse now and then when it’s necessary, you know?”

To Poseidon’s relief that led into a spirited discussion about favorite conservation projects. Griffin admitted that he was especially fond of octopuses and squid, and had Poseidon laughing with a story about an octopus Griffin had nicknamed Phil. The cephalopod had learned how to break out of his locked tank, wandering across a hallway to another tank full of shrimp and helping himself to the occupants. “All I had to do was fit him with some sort of reverse scuba gear, and we could’ve knocked over any jewelry store in the country,” Griffin said.

“I could’ve told you that,” Poseidon said, chuckling. “They’re wonderful creatures, but never turn your back on an octopus or they’ll pick you clean.”

“Too right, mate.” Griffin lifted a bottle in salute, and Poseidon joined him. “To octopuses — the best sneak thieves I’d ever seen.”

A breeze rattled overhead through the limbs of the loblollies, and Poseidon realized with a start how long they’d been on the island. He reached out to the tide and noted its position. “Tide’s going out,” he said. “We’d better get back to the ship if we don’t want to be stranded here overnight.”

“Yeah, not really up for camping.” Groaning, Griffin got into a crouch, then stopped, wobbling slightly. “Bugger. Dunn, a bit of help?” he said through gritted teeth.

Poseidon stepped over. “What’s wrong?”

“Legs went to sleep. Too much time on my arse. Give me a hand up.”

Cautiously, he took the outstretched hands and hauled the mortal to his feet. He expected the sudden barrage of memory now, but it still stunned him with its intensity. Lips and thighs and long hair that smelled like green growing things and huge brown eyes—

With a start, he realized his agapetos’s eyes were still the same. Lit with sunlight, they were the color of whiskey and utterly entrancing. Spellbound, he leaned forward, watching them widen at his approach. Just a kiss. Please, my love, it’s been so long.


“What?” The spell was broken.

“Tide,” Griffin repeated, eyes still wide. “We have to go, remember?”

“Oh.” Cursing his lack of control, Poseidon stepped back. “Yes, sorry. Let me just get my knapsack.”

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list…

Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MidWeekTease #MWTease

MidWeekTeaseHappy Hump Day! Let’s celebrate it with another wonderful Mid Week Tease, courtesy of the lovely and talented Sandra Bunino. We have another scene from my NaNoWriMo novel, Book Three of the Olympic Cove series Deep Water. In this scene Poseidon has received an unexpected summons from the Oracle of the Waters. However, once he finds out that the Fates are expecting him to reconcile with his estranged consort Amphitrite, things get a little…difficult. Yeah, that’s  good word for it.

Next week I’ll have something tasty for you, but right now there just hasn’t been a lot of sex. Yet. 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…

The Oracle of the Waters resided in a remote grotto just off the Orkney Islands. Skylla and Sthenios headed unerringly to the hidden entrance, neatly skirting a loaded tanker trundling its liquid cargo from the oil rigs in the North Sea. Poseidon briefly extended his godsense, reading the humans who crewed the tanker. Nothing struck him as out of the ordinary; there were the usual amounts of grudges, violent thoughts, and plans of vengeance, but those existed wherever mortals gathered. He absently bestowed a blessing on them as his chariot landed neatly on the rock-strewn sea floor.

His steeds started cropping seaweed as he stepped out onto the sea floor, holding up his trident. The three-tined head began to glow, illuminating his approach to the craggy rock face that, far above, would become the seaward side of an island. What appeared to be a dark streak in the rocks turned out to be a rough entrance, and he pushed through it.

Inside the narrow cave the footing was rugged and climbed steeply. Soon he emerged from a glassy cave pool, noting the familiar glass globes hung suspended from the dark walls. Each globe contained  a liquid that gave off a soft white glow, reflecting on the water’s surface with a ghostly shimmer.

Drying himself with a thought, he headed deeper into the cave, cradling the bottle of wine in the crook of his arm. About thirty feet from the water the cave narrowed abruptly, slabs of rock forming a roughly rectangular doorway. A tall, white-haired man in an old-fashioned linen shirt and homespun breeches appeared in it now, pale blue eyes gleaming.

“Welcome, old friend,” the Oracle said, his voice low but still retaining a faint Irish lilt. “I see you got my message.”

“I did.” Poseidon raised the bottle. “And I bring tribute. From my son’s private wine cellar.”

The Oracle’s eyes brightened. “Bythos? Aye, that lad always had a knack for picking vintages. Come in, then, and be welcome.”

Poseidon followed him into the back part of the cave. The anteroom was where the Oracle met those who traveled to his cave to learn the will of the Fates. From there, he accepted tribute before giving them their pronouncements. Behind the doorway, however, was the Oracle’s private chambers.

The light dimmed a bit, but the sea god could still clearly see the amazing hodgepodge of items collected by his friend over the centuries. Gold and jewels poured out of numerous wooden chests, some of them rotting with age and the ever-present moisture. Salvaged planks and driftwood sat piled in neat stacks, and various pieces of statuary were dotted here and there. In one corner, a peeling but still beautiful figurehead in the shape of a topless mermaid smiled at him in welcome.

The room was comfortably furnished with rare old pieces of carved furniture, rescued from the deep and carefully cleaned for their new owner’s use. Two chairs were arranged now around an elegantly chased brazier that filled the room with welcome warmth. He was waved to one seat, and the Oracle took the chair across from him.

“I’m glad you got here quickly,” the old man said, taking the bottle and deftly pulling out the cork. “I had the feeling that there was some urgency behind the Fates’ words.”

Poseidon accepted a filled golden cup. “Does this have something to do with the events of the past few months?”

The Oracle shrugged. “I’m simply the messenger. Only you can put meaning to the words.”

“Which are?”

Pale eyes focused on him, as if seeing into his soul. Poseidon repressed his discomfort. Once a mortal man named Donald, the Oracle’s association with the Fates have given him a gravitas that would give even Zeus pause.

“The wheel turns, and in its turning presents a gift,” he intoned. “To earn this gift, you must heal old wounds and regain the trust of those you betrayed. If you fail, you will never defeat the Maddened One.”

Poseidon waited until he was sure there was nothing more. “I assume the Maddened One is Thetis.”

The old man sighed, settling back in his chair. “Can you think of another crazed creature who needs to be defeated?” he said. “Do you know what the rest of it means?”

It was Poseidon’s turn to shrug. Healing old wounds could apply to any of the beings he’d quarreled with over the centuries. Gaia knew there were enough of them; he had a difficult, argumentative nature, and had made more than enough enemies in his long life. But he could see the point of having powerful beings on their side in the fight against Thetis. Have Bythos make a list of those who may be useful. The corner of his mouth twitched. Even the ones who currently loathe me.

As for a wheel that presented gifts, that would require some thought. The betrayed trust, however, could only refer to one thing. “It seems the Fates have decided to move into the field of marital counseling,” he muttered, taking a deep gulp of his wine.

“Ah.” Donald nodded over his own cup. “The lovely Lady Amphitrite. I take it you still haven’t reconciled with her.”

“I don’t care to discuss it.

Donald waved it off. “As you wish. But if the Fates say that you’ll need Amphitrite at your side to defeat her sister, then you might want to pick out some nice posies and work on your groveling.” He saluted Poseidon with a golden cup. “Just a suggestion.”

The sea god grunted at that. “Groveling didn’t work. Neither did flowers,” he muttered, taking another sip. And then another. “My head on a pike — that might do the trick.”

Donald made a deep, throaty sound that could have been agreement or censure. “Aye, and there’s some that say the lass deserves just that. But you can’t be lopping your head off now, friend. It needs to stay on your shoulders, where it’ll do the most good against Thetis.”

“Oh, will it? I can’t stop Thetis, you know. I tried.” The admission pained him, and he waved his cup, grimacing. “After her minion poisoned Bythos, I tried to hunt her down. I couldn’t find her. I’m the bloody God of the Sea and she’s a Nereid, part of my demesnes. I should have been able to find her.” He shook his head. “But now she’s…something I’ve never seen before. She’s been removed from my control, somehow. And that disturbs me greatly.”

The Oracle’s eyes narrowed. “How could she have moved beyond your control?”

Poseidon grimaced. “You know very well how. And if that’s the case, then this entire planet is in the gravest of dangers.”

“Have you talked to Gaia about this?”

“I tried. She’s not speaking to me, either.”

“Hm.” Donald fell silent, and Poseidon could hear the sound of dripping water and the ancient stone around them murmuring to itself. He’d always assumed that the position of Oracle must be a lonely one, but dwelling here in the living bedrock, his friend might have far more company than he’d ever assumed. “Well, then you must rely on your own counsel, and fight Thetis as best you can with the allies at hand. And from what the Fates say, that includes Amphitrite. I would suggest you go find her and tell her what I’ve told you. It might help.”

Poseidon drained his cup, placing it on the floor. “You’ve set me a difficult task, my friend. Almost Herculean, if you’ll pardon the phrase.”

The old mortal chuckled. “Better you than me, lord.”

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list…