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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. 😀

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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.

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“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.”


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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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.

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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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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.

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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?

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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.

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