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365 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 16, 2019
From death, new life. It’s fitting that the new flower was named after Eros, the son of Aphrodite and Ares. The goddess of love and the god of war. Beautiful petals. Vicious thorns. That was Eros. Beautiful and lovely. And very, very dangerous.
“Lia,” her father said. “Where have you been all evening?”
“I was kidnapped and forced to have a threesome with Greek soldiers.”
“Hope you had a nice time,” her mother said.
He caressed the lines on her palm again. She didn’t realize how sensual that could feel, how intimate, like he was caressing her whole life with one fingertip...
Perseus stood before her, hands on either side of her body. Sweat and seawater drenched his hair, and there was blood on his tunic. His skin was flushed and his eyes wild with victory. She had never seen a more beautiful man.
She knew well of Achilles. They said he was the greatest warrior who ever lived. They said he was a favorite of the gods. They said he was immortal. They said he was merciless. They said he was loyal to no one but his own honor and his shield-bearer, Patroclus.
They said many things about the great Achilles.
They’d never said he was handsome
His cries filled the room to the rafters and she imagined that the whole world could hear the sounds of their lovemaking in the far distance. What would it sound like to them? The cry of a hawk swooping down on a dove? A coming rainstorm? An army marching to war?
Or would they hear and know the truth — that Eros had at last been felled by her own arrow and this was the sound of Love Itself falling in love?
He left the shade of the tree and walked toward her. He walked slowly, no hurry in his steps at all. He had a fine male form, she couldn’t help but notice. The muscle of Hermes in his thighs, the beauty of Apollo in his bearing and the seductive smile of Zeus on his lips.
Another drop fell from the ceiling. Then another and another. They landed on the bed all around Lia. Drop. Drop. Drop. Like pennies from heaven. The drops kept coming and coming, and as they fell, they found each other and formed puddles of gold, shining gold, glimmering gold...
“I’m dying to hear what you dream about in that deep dark little corner of your mind, the one with all the locks on the door and Cerberus guarding it with all three of his vicious heads…”
“Why’s it so important to you?”
“I want you to believe in magic,” August said. “I want you to believe…”
“In what? The gods?”
“In Eros,”
“There is no shame in wanting to live inside your favorite stories.”
“I know you don’t want to believe the kylix actually belongs to a real god, but I believe it. And the toys of the gods tend to pick their owners.”
“If you’re going to get swept up in one of your own erotic fantasies and nearly die doing it, you might as well enjoy some top-notch cock first.”
4★★★★Stars
❝ We are most ourselves in our fantasies,'..There is no shame in wanting to live inside your favorite stories.❞
❝ She knew it was him the moment she met his eyes...Even if he didn't know himself, she knew him.❞
❝ If you drink from this cup you will have extraordinarily heightened sexual experiences.❞
🌹 . . . This was a (F)BR With CC & War . . . 🌹
Lia watched her father, Spencer, the fifteenth Earl of Godwick, chatting with Augustine Bowman, no doubt talking of important manly things like football, old Scotch and how very grand it was to go through life with a penis.
"Can't you please let me complete my walk of shame in peace, Mother?"
"Walk of fame, darling. Walk of fame. We do not buy into those sexist and outdated notions that girls aren't allowed to have as much fun as boys are."
"I am not going to show him my tapestry," Lia said. "Or anything else."
"Sex really is very fun, darling."
"My kingdom for a normal mother."