Love's Immortal Pantheon Anthologies

Tied Up For Love by Tilly Greene is OUT!

2011-04-15T00:43:00.003-04:00

Tied Up For Love by Tilly Greene
Paranormal Erotic Romance w/Bondage
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Five Flames

Filla is a nymph used to the raucous ways of a Dionysian festival and allows a handsome newcomer, Marsyas, to strip her down for a passionate interlude while tied to a tree. After time spent alone, she knows little about him beyond the physical. However, her feelings for him are growing until he brings her back for the next festival, and suddenly she's not sure of anything.

Love is found in the most unlikely places, but will it last?

Excerpt

Ecstatic madness swirled around the clearing as Dionysus, god of wine and theater, skipped and danced through revelers with his mighty thyrsus in hand. Honey rained from the fennel stick and pine cone top onto random attendees, encouraging their passions to the surface, and ultimately to mate with whomever or whatever was closest. He whipped them further into a frenzied mindset and pushed them deeper into satisfying their lust for flesh. There were only two ways the frantic celebrants could shake loose the need infiltrating their minds and bodies, either through sex or violence.

Filla was a nymph, devotee of the god’s. Thankfully she’d never experienced the desire to tear another living being apart. She hadn’t been a follower for as many years as some, she wasn’t that old, but had been around long enough to discover a few of the secrets surrounding Dionysus and how he was worshipped. The disciples who were comfortable focusing on the wine and theater aspects saw little else, not the bad side of their favored divinity, and not his strong links to both life and death. Powerful and well supported, he was an immortal that shouldn’t ever be crossed.

As far as she was concerned devotion to the patron deity of agriculture and all the good he freely offered the community she chose to live within didn’t mean she had to compromise the standards she chose to live by. To both celebrate the final step in bringing the collective wine to fruition and to make it through an event in one piece, mentally and physically, would only be accomplished if she kept her distance from the people she knew to be unstable. The negative aspects of honoring the god weren’t enough to deny the sexual cravings that held her captive when it was festival time. Previous encounters had been gratifying, even fulfilling, but she’d had a taste of something better. Someone that made her happy and dreams appear possible, and he was at her side.

Marsyas.

They walked through the clearing, past a group of wild maenads eager for the sacrifice to start. She had her arm around his sleek warm waist and smiled feeling his around her shoulders, holding her close. They’d physically connected at the previous event and hadn’t spent a moment apart since. A Dionysian festival was not the place to find love, but their time since, spent at his place overlooking the sea had been filled with her feelings for him growing deeper, more complex. She wouldn’t label them love, there were too many unknowns to be discovered, too many questions to be answered, barriers in both of them to be knocked down, although her heart remained open for him to fill.

She’d always considered herself an adventurous woman when it came to embracing what life offered, but he’d shown her how much she’d been missing by giving her mind, body and soul over to the devotion of another. The past few months had been enlightening and full of pleasure, and she hadn’t wanted it to end. Happiness had wiped all thought of attending the big spring festival from her mind. She’d been caught off guard when he mentioned bringing her back to the temple in time for the celebration. The move left her with questions, doubts really.

Had he lost interest in her? In them and where they might have been headed? The attentive care he continued to treat her with didn’t support the concern, but sometimes actions hid the truth. Filla knew she should ask him what was going on, but they were headed toward their special place, at least she thought it was special, and didn’t want to break the mood.

A startlingly loud yell broke into her thoughts and she looked around to see where the sound had come from. There were plenty of people shouting their fun, groaning their pleasure, but the cry had sounded like one of terror, and then she found the source.

Not too far from the tree where they’d culminated their relationship was a man stretched across a long stone who held his ass cheeks open for a centaur who stood between his legs. While she watched, he was slowly fed a long thin cock, and the yell turned into a moan. The man appeared to be enthralled by the others possession of his backside and she felt her body react to that discovery.

“You’re remembering when I first took your delicate sweet ass, aren’t you honey.”

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Bellona's War Ribbon / Diana DeRicci

2010-04-15T07:50:00.000-04:00

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Love's Immortal Panthoen 3: Bellona's War Ribbon

By: Diana DeRicci | Other books by Diana DeRicci
Published By: Tease Publishing LLC
ISBN # 978-1-60767-102-2

Word Count: 24,900
Heat Index

Categories: Paranormal/Horror Time-travel Erotica
Available in: Adobe Acrobat
Price: $1.99

A persistent obsession with a goddess could jeopardize one man's sanity, or could give him eternal love.

An Ancient Civilizations Professor has hungered for one woman for over twenty years. The only problem--she
hasn't existed in millenia. When he is swept from modern times to the birth of the Roman Empire, he thinks his
sanity has finally snapped.

All he wants is to have one chance to love her.

If he can win the heart of the Goddess of War, he might find more than any obsession could ever promise.

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Excerpt:

Curran’s head ached and his mouth was dry. His room smelled dry and stuffy. He needed to air out his condo again. Rolling over, he tossed an arm upward to capture his free range pillow. Thunder filled the morning. Great. It was Saturday, maybe he’d just stay in bed.

Only…that wasn’t his pillow under his hand. Heavy wool scratched his back and hips as he shifted to find a comfortable position. When had his mattress ever felt so flat? Flexing his fingers, he stroked something hard…hard and stone. Stone?

Blinking, he jerked up on stiff arms and froze.

Shit! We’re not in Kansas anymore. Focusing, he examined his space. Stone walls soared all around him. Flat masonry with dedicated religious carvings, and a single slit window well overhead. He was in some kind of sleeping quarters. Listening, that wasn’t thunder either, but the sound of marching. Thousands marching.

Swallowing with uncertainty, he sat on the edge of his bed, a single layer ticked cot. He was naked. He shook himself. His mind was only playing with him again. Though, like Bellona speaking the night before, this was far more real, well beyond anything he’d dreamed up over the years. “Easy,” he whispered cautiously.

Only… Fuck!

He wasn’t speaking in English anymore!

Lifting his hands, he scrubbed his face. Callouses surprised him. Shudders rocked his shoulders. Faint sounds reached him through the plank wood door. Apparently the only way in or out of his…space? Cell? God if he knew. He knew in a few minutes it would disappear, or he’d wake up, in his own room. He had to. None of this was real. It never had been. Now was no different.

He believed that for about another fifteen seconds.

Standing he stretched and felt his heart pound again. Now this was too much! That was not his cock! Hell, this isn’t my body! Long and lean at thirty-three, the frame of his body now was anything but the tell-tale make-up of a bland college professor. Holding out his hands and arms, ropes of muscle climbed his arms to broad shoulders. A thick chest and lean waist was held up by muscular thighs, and dark, fine hair coated his skin, from his pecs to his navel.

Trembling, he sank to the edge of the bed where he’d awakened.

Dark hair? But I’m a blonde! Curran whimpered helplessly inside. Closing his eyes, he breathed at a measured pace for several minutes, surprised and grateful when his lungs and chest eased and the fear clenching his heart died away.

Looking over his shoulder, he spotted a wooden table with a wash basin and pottery pitcher. Striding over, he poured clear water into the bowl then splashed his face. A few drops hit his chest and he flicked them off, shaking his hands after dousing himself. Bracing his hands on the wooden edge, he counted. Yet when he opened his eyes, the room was exactly as he’d seen when he’d first awakened. Definitely not home.

“You are so screwed,” he muttered. In Latin. His brain wanted to curl up in a corner and quiver. He clearly remembered dragging his sorry ass to bed last night after his meltdown. Clean sheets and a queen bed. What was he missing? Sweeping the interior space there were no answers, but one definite. This was not his room.

Orion's Star by Selena Illyria is Out Now!

2010-04-08T20:29:00.000-04:00

Once every ten years Orion is let down from the heavens to explore the mortal world below. On his last sojourn he encountered a woman unlike any he has ever known. Despite their passion and growing emotional connection he had to let her go. Now the time has come for another trip to the mortal plane and this time he wants to be with his woman, the gods be damned.

The question is after ten years and an abrupt good-bye will she still want him?

Excerpt:
Coffee. I need coffee. Starla shuffled into the kitchen and looked around the shiny silver countertops for anything to combat her caffeine craving.

“You know you're late?” Her roommate and best friend, Tillie said as she brushed past her, mug filled with hot chocolate in hand.

“Yeah, yeah, Ba'al can bite me.” Starla paused. “Don't tell him I said that. He actually might do it.”

Tillie laughed long and loud. “The coffee is ready. You know one day I'm going to catch you cuddling up to Mr. Coffee and I have to ask, what would your dream man think of that?”

Starla groaned. “Don't remind me, please. Those dreams started again. I haven't had a good night's sleep in a week and a half and it shows. Ba'al thinks I've turned into a klutz. I'm scared he might actually fire me.”

Tillie snorted. “Doubt it. If you just explain-”

Starla held up a hand as she picked up the coffee pot. “No, no, no. Then he'll think I've over imbibed on Morpheus' Special punch.”

“Star-”

Starla shook her head and poured herself a mug of coffee. “I'll deal. It will go away like it does every year.”

“Yeah, but you're not hearing what I do at night. You actually screamed. I was jealous. All I get are dreams about lost socks. You have a full blown dreamgasm. I think we should switch.” Tillie chuckled and took a sip of hot chocolate.

“You have a boyfriend so stop complaining. How the hell do you drink that stuff? I had one sip and damn near blew out my esophagus.”

Tillie chuckled. “You just haven't got a taste for it. Besides I could say the same thing for you. All that caffeine.” She shuddered.

“Don't knock it, till you've tried it. Ahhh, French Press, you love me so much.”

“Seriously if I get an invite to your wedding and find out you're marrying Mr. Coffee and I'm going to commit you.”

“You're just jealous that I have a great relationship with the coffee maker and you don't. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to grab my crap and get going before Ba'al, sets the hounds of hell on my cute ass.”

“Don't stop by Starbucks, they've just released a new flavored mocha.”

“Thanks for the tip. Later.” Starla downed the rest of her coffee, grabbed her coat and purse and headed out the door. As she drove to The Cave, her thoughts turned to her dreams. Her grip on the wheel of her Toyota Prius tightened as she tried to suppress the shiver of arousal that traced its way down her spine. Her nerve endings came alive as her pussy clenched. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together to stave off the hunger that burned in the pit of her stomach. A fog of desire wove patterns throughout her mind reminding her of his hands, his lips, his body pressed against hers, the feel of his cock as it pressed against her dripping entrance before he sunk into her wet heat.

Starla groaned and shook her head. “Snap out of it. You're driving moron.”

She slowed the car and came to a full stop at a red light before reaching over and blasting some music. Much to her annoyance Enter the Sandman began to blare from the speakers. She quickly shut off the radio and resumed driving, with a stop at Starbucks, of course. Coffee cup in hand she strolled into the private adult club, The Cave, owned and operated by the god Ba'al, who judging by the way he was barking out orders was not in a good mood. Starla was about to creep by him and pretend that she had just come in from running errands when he growled out her name. “Starla.”

She didn't bother trying to tip toe past him. Coffee cup in hand she strode up to him, heels clicking on the flagstone floor. She came to a stop next him and waited for the verbal reaming that she expected. Instead, he surprised her.

His voice was a soft, rough whisper when he spoke to her, “Next time you're going to be late, call. Damn near had a heart attack when I walked into the club area to find twenty sets of buck antlers. I have no clue what the hell Bacchus, wants with them and don't want to ask so you'll have to deal with him on this. Damn Bacchanal is going to kill me. Addison's, already pissed I'm not home much.”

He shook his head. “But that's beside the point. We have a new bartender. I need you to show him around. I can't deal with him at the moment. His name is Orion Anso.”

Her heart skipped before it started to beat at regular pace. She shook her head. It couldn't be. He's not… She whirled around, looking everywhere for him. “Where is he?”

“By the bar. What the fuck, no, no, no that St. Andrew's cross doesn't go there. Jesus, what the hell are you doing?” Ba'al marched off to deal with some of the decorators.

Starla scanned the bar area and spotted him. His back was to her. Long platinum blond hair streaked with strands so bright they looked white fell over his shoulders. Wide shoulders were covered in a worn black leather motorcycle jacket that fell at the waist. Dark rinse denim cupped and molded around his muscular ass and athletic thighs. She saw a hint of the black heels of boots but that was about it. As if sensing her scrutiny, he turned around. She forgot how to breathe. Everything stopped around her as the world melted away. Her grip loosened on the coffee cup. It fell to the floor forming one big puddle.

Orion. Dear God, it is him.

Blue-grey eyes bore into her with an intensity that heated her right to her soul. His square jaw and sharp cheekbones dusted with pale blond hair. His sensual mouth quirked into a smile. She licked her suddenly dry lips and tried to re-learn how to breathe. Her breath came out in soft puffs as her body heated and tightened. Her pussy tingled with awareness. A sob came out that she couldn't take back. Goddess he hadn't changed, not one bit. Her gaze caressed his thick white-blond eyebrows. His long, pale lashes made his eyes seem brighter. She remembered past times when she would trace a finger down his nose, giggle when her finger ran over the bump.

He'd told her that his brother had broken it on a hunting trip where he'd bagged a stag. She swallowed. Can't be him, can't be the same man. He'd disappeared, left me. The beginning of tears formed in her eyes as she remained rooted to the spot staring at him. The man she'd loved in the bloom of her youth gazed back at her, a smile on his lips, his arms open and welcoming. Before she could stop herself she went to him, needing to feel his warmth around her once more, wanting to make sure he was indeed real.

She threw her arms around him and inhaled the soft, sensual scent of leather, underneath that was the same musky male scent that she sometimes smelled in the air for the briefest second before it disappeared. For a moment she just melted into him and allowed old memories to run through her. Those two weeks they made love, laughed, cuddled and held each other. Tears blurred her vision and she buried her head deeper into his shoulder. White hot anger bubbled up dowsing the moment with bitterness.

Starla stepped out of his arms, wiped away the tears before she curled her right hand into a fist and punched him square in the jaw. Before anyone could say or do anything she ran to one of the club's theme rooms and slammed the door behind her.

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Cyra's Cyclopes by Tilly Greene is OUT!

2010-04-06T15:51:00.000-04:00

Love is complicated and can happen in the most unlikely places.

Cyclopes are giants, mean and set in their ways. Agres, Steropes and Brontes are no exception. They have existed forever and see no reason to change. They're comfortable working with the immortals and keeping the pesky mortals at a distance through fear. One night, they meet the stunning Cyra and everything as they know it has been altered. They flounder for solid footing and eventually find level ground where the brothers are content having a lover in their lives. All is going well until they discover their lover is going to leave them for the deity of agriculture she is devoted to serving. Working through the rare feelings of fear, they finally grasp what they never thought would happen to them, actually happened. They are in love, deeply and wholeheartedly, with Cyra. Desperate not to lose her, the normally self-assured trio bands together and are ready to fight for her love.

Having spent most of her life dedicated to a god in grateful servitude, Cyra is surprised when love blooms in her heart for another. Not just for one man, but three brothers, an unheard of scenario even on the sexually permissive Mount Olympus. They were Cyclopes, one of the most feared beings to exist, except they were perfect, handsome, one eyed men who were gentle giants when with her. The love she felt for them grew until she thought her heart would explode and while their bodies told her they cared, the brothers never said a word about how they felt for her. The spring festival brought the point in time when she had to choose between the men who held her heart and the one she served. While it wasn’t going to be easy, all that was left for her to do was decide in which direction was best for her to go.

So, can a one eyed giant be a sexy and caring lover? Absolutely! Can three? Phrew, it's a red hot yes! Pick up a copy of "Cyra's Cyclopes" and enjoy the trio finding their way through new territory.

Mythological Messes Redux Series
Hephaestus Lays Down the Law
Together Again?
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Cyra's Cyclopes - NEW!

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LOVE'S IMMORTAL PANTHEON VOL. II NOW in PRINT

2009-09-07T19:26:00.004-04:00

Join the authors of Tease Publishing once again as they take you on a erotic journey into the lives of some naughty and sexy gods. Five stories. Five gods. Five wicked ways to fall in love with stories by Cara North, Cat Johnson, Dagmar Avery, Selena Illyria and Katrina Strauss. To love is still divine.

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PANTHEON AUTHORS AFTER DARK

2009-07-22T07:20:00.000-04:00

Save the date! October 23-25, 2009 - The Authors After Dark Paranormal Weekend is filling up fast! Sign up by August 1^st to get the lowest membership rate of $160 for the weekend. (After August 1^st, the membership goes to $175.)

The event is being held at the Suffern, NY Holiday Inn, located conveniently about 1 hour from New York City and most of the area’s major airports. Guest include:

Jacquelyn Frank

Sunny

Joey W. Hill

Stella and Audra Price

Bianca D'Arc

Rosemary Laurey

Jennifer Armintrout

Madeline Oh

Georgia Evans

Mechele Armstrong

Samantha Sommersby

Cat Johnson

Cathy Clamp

Eliza Gayle

Diana Castilleja

Leigh Ellwood

Tilly Greene

Selena Illyria

Adra Steia

Stephanie Julian

Judi Fennell

Kayleigh Jamison

Donna Grant

Robin T. Popp

Linda Mooney

Mima

Area attractions include the phenomenal shopping at Woodbury Common (http://www.premiumoutlets.com/outlets/outlet.asp?id=7) and the Forest of Fear (http://www.theforestoffear.com/home.php), held on the site of the New York State Renaissance Faire at Sterling Forest.

The convention is limited to 200 attendees so your “face time” with your favorite authors is maximized. We’re having loads of panel discussions, parties and a fantabulous dealer’s room. We’ll also be holding a massive charity raffle to benefit the CAN and Pets Alive – a local no kill animal shelter.

Sign up now for the best rates! The conference registration is only $160 until August 1^st ($175 after August 1^st) and the hotel is $99 per night, double occupancy. Lots to do in the area will make this a weekend you will never forget!

LOVE'S IMMORTAL PANTHEON: THE SAGA OF THE GODS CONTINUES

2009-07-15T03:00:00.002-04:00

Love's Immortal Pantheon:

BACCHANAL
by Cat Johnson

The very wine that brings Dionysus his true love, also takes her from him. Will he interfere in the affairs of mortals to get Ariadne back, or will Theseus, his rival for her affections, betray the woman who saved him? Sometimes love is a labyrinth all its own.

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Join us for a signing tomorrow!

2009-05-15T14:02:00.002-04:00

Where: Middletown NY, Borders, Crystal Run Mall
Time: 2-6pm
Who: Pantheon Authors Dagmar Avery (Stella Price), Cat Johnson, Tilly Greene along with NYTBS Jacquelyn Frank, Bianca D'Arc, Allie Boniface and Philippa Grey-Gerou
What: Signing the Pantheon and other books, giving away goodies and sweet treats!

See you there!

Love's Immortal Pantheon reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed!

2009-05-08T08:56:00.002-04:00

Love’s Immortal Pantheon by Dagmar Avery, Selena Illyria, Tilly Green, Cat Johnson, Eliza Gayle, Diana DeRicci and Kayleigh Jamison

Tease Publishing

Paranormal

Reviewed by Jo, Joyfully Reviewed

“Becoming Persephone” by Dagmar Avery

Drea is visiting Greece while mourning a woman who was like a mother to her. While there, she is invited to a party and decides to go. However, this is an odd party as she meets someone who thinks he is Hades and that is just the beginning of her night. Drea thinks that Hades is one hot and sexy man, even if she doesn’t believe he really is the god. Hades is pretty sure that Drea can be his next Persephone. Will a game of hide and seek that rambles though the party show Drea that maybe the gods do play on earth and that maybe the sexy man she wants just might be a god in more than looks?

Ms. Avery takes a fun and kinky look at just how the gods might decide on who to develop a new relationship with. Drea knows that she will be sleeping with the man who calls himself Hades, but why make it easy for him? Hades believes that Drea was meant to be his next consort, that is, Persephone. I enjoyed watching Hades and Drea play their games while the party was going on. “Becoming Persephone” is a great start to the anthology.

“Erato” by Cat Johnson

Erato agrees to help out Aphrodite on a project. The only thing is he doesn’t know exactly what the project is or anything else except he is to make someone love him. The next thing he knows, Erato wakes up outside a restaurant with no memory of how he got there or why. Acantha is the owner and head cook of the restaurant that Erato shows up at. Acantha is instantly drawn to him and one thing leads to another that night. When they wake up, Acantha knows that she has fallen for Erato with no idea who he is and anything about him. But falling in love may be just the beginning of just what the gods and goddesses on Olympus have planned.

“Erato” is a look into some of the lesser beings that live on Olympus and how they can be affected by the larger gods and goddesses. I thought that both Erato and Acantha didn’t really factor into the games that Aphrodite and others were playing even though they were directly affected by it. I was truly happy when Erato and Acantha found a way to belong together no matter the how or why.

“Hephaestus Lays Down the Law” by Tilly Greene

Hephaestus might know how to heat his metal but somehow he hasn’t found the way to keep his wife happy and loyal. Aphrodite is always playing—actually sleeping—with someone and he has to hear about it. Hephaestus has had it and this will be the last time. Now to figure out a plan to show his wife just what is going to happen from now on. Plans are made and ready to enact, this is going to be one hot night and it has nothing to do with his forge.

Ms. Greene knows how to turn on the heat full blast and “Hephaestus Lays Down the Law” is no exception. I was cheering for Hephaestus when he decided that it was time to show Aphrodite just how things were going to be. I was also surprised to learn what was behind Aphrodite’s actions. Communication is a major factor in relationships and I see that is no different on Olympus. One hot and erotic night brought not one understanding but a couple of them.

“Pluto's Offering” by Selena Illyria

Iriana makes sure that a bride’s day goes off without a hitch. Mind you, odd things can still happen, but Iriana will take care of them and make the wedding as great as possible. Car trouble leads Iriana to the wrong shop and from there her day goes really wrong. Served up as a sacrifice, Iriana is scared witless only to be rescued by one sexy man called Pluto. Pluto just wants to be left alone, but he goes to get the next person sent to him. However, he is not expecting the vivacious Iriana. Pluto might be a god of the underworld, but he knows a great thing when it is served up to him and Iriana is it. Will a month be enough for both of them so that when they have to part it will be without broken hearts?

“Pluto’s Offering” is a look at a future when the old gods have been brought back into prominence. Pluto likes being left to his readings alone, but once a month he goes to rescue whoever is sent as the offering. Iriana was in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up being this months’ offering. But being sent to Pluto might not be a bad thing. I found Pluto and Iriana to have sparks right away and I was not surprised at all on how it ended—very happy, but not surprised.

“Seduction in Moonlight” by Diana DeRicci

Selena is tired of not having someone special in her life. Living in the night as she does, most of the time she just gazes down on earth and watches the mortals. But for three special nights, Selena is going to have what the other gods have—someone special to love her. Edmon is a warrior who loves the moon and whenever he can, he watches it and wonders what wonders it hides. Edmon is surprised when Selena appears before him and asks for nothing more than three special nights. However, when it is clear that three nights just won’t do, what solution can Edmond and Selena find for a mortal and a goddess?

Ms. DeRicci brings to life a love story of one of the goddesses that isn’t as well known. Selena and Edmon just want to explore what has come between them. But when you are dealing with Olympus’ rules, wishes don’t always come true. Selena comes up with a solution, but I was not surprised when Edmon made a major change with it. Gods and goddesses have rules to follow, but love has its own rules and sometimes those are much more important. “Seduction in Moonlight” shows just that.

“Dark Bond” by Eliza Gayle

Ezra and Draken are an unusual couple but one that are in love nonetheless. The main difference is that Ezra is human and Draken is a vampire—not that Ezra knows that. When Ezra is mortally wounded in a fight, Draken does the only thing possible—he calls Nyx, the goddess of all things dark and asks that she help him change Ezra over. Nyx agrees but for a price. Draken agrees thinking he knows what she wants. Imagine his surprise when he is wrong. Nyx wants both of them. Explaining things to Ezra might be more difficult with this, but Draken soon discovers that things are not what he thought and he is the one due the explanation. Can this very unusual threesome find a way to let the past rest and live their long lives together?

“Dark Bond” brings together a very usual threesome in a way that might end their relationship before it gets a chance to live. I could feel the love between Ezra and Draken even while they were fighting for their lives. When Nyx came in to save Ezra and then claimed her prize, I was unsure if any of them would be left together. When Draken, Ezra and Nyx finally laid all the cards on the table, I enjoyed just how things turned out.

“The Spoils of War” by Kayleigh Jamison

Ares has helped a general win his war and now wants his promised prize. For Ares this prize can only be a woman, and for him it has to be a virgin. The general, when apprised of this, reluctantly agrees and takes Ares to a London social party. Ares immediately sees the woman who will be is next consort—Lady Serena Tolson. It has been rumored that Lady Tolson was compromised and that she is untouchable. Really? Rumors are started for various reasons and they are not going to stop Ares. Serena, once she is alone with Ares, doesn’t see any reason not to make the rumor true. After all, he is a sexy god and one that makes her insides very happy.

“The Spoils of War” brings the god of war together with one very intelligent lady of old London. Ares and Serena seemed to have been meant for each other, for once they actually talked the sparks were zinging all over the place and it took very little time to discover that sparks can lead to a love that can transits time. Ms. Jamison’s look at the London society during regency times showed just how fast a god can fall.

Love’s Immortal Pantheon takes a look at some of the known and not so known gods and goddess and just what they are getting up to. I truly enjoyed the majority of the stories written by some good authors. Placing the entire anthology around the gods and goddesses of the Pantheons was a great starting point. My only complaint is that as the stories went on they because shorter and shorter and not as fulfilling. But I know this happens sometimes when so many authors are placed in one anthology. Love’s Immortal Pantheon gives a look at how the residents of Olympus find a great love to last the ages.

RT Book Reviews gives Love's Immortal Pantheon 4 stars!

2009-04-18T15:24:00.006-04:00

Mythology is the inspiration for this collection, which resonates with lust, love and liaisons. These seven tales offer fresh takes on the gods, portraying them as flawed individuals with the same desires as the mortals they hunger for. Their randy love-play, include menages and orgies, makes for a titillating read.

Summary: Drea is afraid of "Becoming Persephone" when she hooks up with Hades in Dagmar Avery's story. Aphrodite sends "Erato" on a special mission where he finds love. in a story by Cat Johnson. In "Hephaestus Lays Down the Law,' by Tilly Greene, the god of the forge teaches his unfaithful wife, Aphrodite, a lesson. Iriana becomes "Pluto's Offering" when she's accused of being a witch in Selena Illyria's tale.

Can Edmond and the goddess Selena find a future together in "Seduction in Moonlight," by Diana DeRicci? The vampire Drakon and his human lover, Esra, forge a "Dark Bond" with the goddess Nyx in a tale by Eliza Gayle. And "The Spoils of War" entitle Ares to a beautiful young virgine in Kayleigh Jamison's story.

* * * *, Reviewed by Gail Pruszkowski, June 2009, RT Book Reviews

PANTHEON'S NAUGHTY GODS GET 5 BLUE RIBBONS FROM RJ

2009-04-17T14:00:00.000-04:00

The first review is here for the Love's Immortal Pantheon anthology. Here's a bit of it. The full review is posted at Amazon.com on the book page at

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"LOVE'S IMMORTAL PANTHEON consists of seven stories revolving around the Roman gods and the various other entities who inhabit Mt. Olympus. Each author brings these gods and goddesses to life and portrays them as flawed individuals with hopes, dreams and desires. The stories of this anthology are endearing, fast paced, humorous, memorable and incorporate everything I've always found so intriguing about the ancient gods and how flawed they really were. If you're looking for a fun read that encompasses several different genres while still involving Greek gods and goddesses then this is the book for you."

Rated 5 Blue Ribbons by Chrissy Dionne of Romance Junkies

SPRING SIGNING TOUR

2009-03-14T06:57:00.002-04:00

Today kicks off the Spring Book Tour for the Pantheon authors. Here's the lineup for March ...

Saturday March 14th, Borders Books, Viewmont Mall, Dickson City (Scranton) PA 1-4 PM

Saturday March 21, Chicklit Books, Princeton, NJ

Saturday March 28, Spotty Dog Ale & Books, Hudson, NY

Hope to see you there!

ANOTHER EXCERPT from "ERATO" by CAT JOHNSON

2009-02-28T08:54:00.003-05:00

Welcome to Mt. Olympus, where erotic pleasures reign supreme and the ancient Greek gods engage in games that have no rules. When the lowly muse Erato is unwittingly used as a pawn in Aphrodite and Eros’ vengeful quest against Apollo, can he emerge the winner of their battle? More importantly, will he lose his heart to the unsuspecting nymph Acantha in the process?

EXCERPT (PG)
Erato’s gaze roamed the rapidly filling hall, biding his time until this would be over and he could request an audience with Aphrodite, when his eyes stopped on one particular female. “Eros. Who is that nymph? She seems familiar.”

“Who? Her?”

Erato followed Eros’ line of sight, then glanced down at his friend and noted the strange look on Eros’ face. “Yes, her. Who is she?”

Eros visibly swallowed. “Acantha.”

Erato frowned, trying to bring forth a memory that hovered at the edge of his mind. “Acantha. Ah, yes. Now I remember.”

“You do?” Eros squeaked out the question and Erato once again looked at him more closely over this strange behavior.

“Yes, of course I do. Sister of Acanthus. She’s the nymph that Apollo was in love with for a while, isn’t she? She’s hasn’t been around. Whatever happened to her?”

Eros’ continence changed once again, looking almost relieved. “Yes, of course you’d remember her. It was quite the scandal back then. She rebuffed his advances and in the process, left a scratch on his precious face...”

If Erato remembered correctly, it was more like attempted rape than an advance, but he let Eros continue uninterrupted.

“…and as punishment, she was banished by that vain bastard Apollo,” Eros finished with a scowl.

Erato nodded. He remembered Acantha’s fate now. He’d threatened to turn her into a tree but instead doomed her to live in the mortal realm but never be loved. There was no love lost between Eros and Apollo, either. Not since Apollo had insulted Eros’ skill as an archer, and Eros retaliated by making Apollo fall in love with Daphne while at the same time making sure Daphne feared and hated Apollo in return. That had been a mess.

Erato found his eyes inexplicably drawn back to Acantha, who gazed serenely around the assembled group until her eyes met his, and then it was as if a lightning bolt sent a blast of ions straight through him. It had been a long time since a female, even a nymph, had that effect upon him. “Hmm.”

“Hmm, what?” Eros was back to looking at him oddly again.

“Hmm, I think I’ll make time to find Acantha later. To welcome her back.” Perhaps while she was on her back, he added, suddenly feeling amorous.

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The Spoils of War

2009-02-27T12:35:00.002-05:00

Love's Immortal Pantheon: The Spoils of War
By: Kayleigh Jamison
Published By: Tease Publishing LLC
ISBN # 978-1-60767-028-5

Word Count: 6,000

Categories: Paranormal/Horror Historical Regency Short Stories

Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Epub
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Victory always comes with a price.

The Duke of Wellington, hailed as one of the greatest military generals in English history, defeated Napoleon and brought peace back to Europe. But what if he had help? And what if that help was the god of war and manliness? What would a bored immortal ask for in return?

Excerpt:

The Duke of Wellington was not pleased to be roused in the middle of the night by a visit to his bedchamber. Clad only in his dressing gown and heavy red velvet robe, he sat in the large overstuffed chair by the fireplace, a tumbler of brandy in one hand and a smoking cheroot in the other. Irritation sketched across the hard, battle-weary lines of his face as he regarded his guest. "I wondered when you would come," he grumbled. The visit was not unexpected, nor was the hour. The first time he'd entertained the Greek god of war had been at a similar uncouth time five years before, though then he'd been in his tent, and not sleeping, too consumed with worry over the possibility of defeat at the hands of Napoleon. Of course, then he'd had a pistol and sword nearby; he wished he had them now, though he knew they'd have little effect upon a god. Prior experience had taught him that, as well.
"I've given you time to rest now that you're home," Ares replied calmly. His accent was subtle, unidentifiable, but distinct. "I upheld my end of our bargain. The little Frenchman is defeated, you have your victory, and your glory. Now I want my prize."
"You must, at long last, tell me what it is you desire," the general countered. Victory for you, the spoils of war for me, Ares had proposed. You won't tell me precisely what you want, Wellington had countered, because you think I'm too desperate to care. The god had smiled and simply replied, yes. And he'd been correct.
Ares shrugged his well-muscled shoulders. He was dressed oddly, as he'd been in that first meeting, a linen tunic barely visible beneath a silver and gold breastplate, with large black horses decorating the sculpted pectorals, flame and smoke curling from their nostrils. A cast brass and silver belt circled his waist, and thick leather pteruges hung from waist to knee. The ensemble was topped with a blood red cape, fastened around his shoulders with a gold, jewel-encrusted pendant the size of a fist. On his feet were sandals with straps that wrapped around his feet and ankles, leather styled with more gold. The outfit of a Roman warrior, one who preferred his Greek name.
"A simple thing, given your influence and status. I want a woman."

Dark Bond by Eliza Gayle

2009-02-26T23:13:00.000-05:00

When tragedy strikes and Darken is faced with the death of his lover, Ezra, he does the one thing he swore he never would to save him.

Summon the Goddess of Night to turn him...

But her service always comes with a price. A bargain that is set on her terms...her desires.

How far will Darken go to save the one he loves now from the one he loved then?

This book includes flaming hot m/m/f scenes that may leave you wishing you had some vampires of the night all for yourself.

Excerpt:

“I know what you are and you deserve to die once and for all!” A hooded man screamed at him as
Ezra stood transfixed next to him. Darken reached for his lover and pushed him far enough out of the
way.

“Go and get some help. Call 911!” The vicious tone of his voice chilled his own blood. When Ezra
didn’t move, he yelled again. “Go now!”

From the corner of his eye he saw an arm with something gripped in the hand swing and arc down
toward his chest. He tore his gaze from his lover and blocked the blow but not before the sharpened
tip of the stake tore through his shirt and scraped at the skin of his chest.

Darken managed to jump up on a ledge giving him enough time to recoup his wits and check on
Ezra, who was no longer sitting where he’d been pushed to the ground. Thank God he listened to me
for once.

He and Ezra had been minding their own business and this prick had attacked them from
nowhere, now he was pissed.

He flew down from his perch, his black coat billowing out behind him. Despite knowing what he
was, the man showed no fear as he again made the first move and boldly attacked with reckless
abandon; the kind of thing you saw when you watched someone being driven by vengeance or alcohol.
Darken drove his foot into the man’s gut, sending him flying at least thirty feet. Not wanting to
lose his momentum he ran after the man and pulled him up by the collar of his shirt.

“Who sent you?” He peeled his lips back in rage, baring his razor sharp fangs that he would
happily use to rip out the man’s throat, if he didn’t stink so bad that is.

“I’m not telling you shit you piece of filth.”

He smirked at the man. “Are you kidding me? Have you smelled yourself lately? If you’re going to
try and kill someone for no good reason the least you could do is take a shower and not suffocate me
with the aroma cloaked around you.” He crinkled his nose in distaste and slammed the man’s head
down onto the concrete hard enough to concuss him but not kill him.

Darken let go of the grimy clothing and stepped back, anxious to get away from here and the bad
feeling he harbored in his gut. Something about this didn’t feel right. He made his way back to where
he’d tossed Ezra and pulled out his cell phone to call him when an ear splitting human scream split
the night air.

He twisted around to his worst nightmare. The attacker had not only regained his equilibrium
but he had grabbed a returning Ezra who he had tackled to the ground. But even more disturbing was
the sight of the wooden stake driven into his chest.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the killer laughed at him and turned tail and ran,
disappearing into the fog. Naturally Darken wanted to lay chase and rip the man’s head from his body
but he ran to where Ezra lay dying on the ground. Eyeing the wound, his heart shattered into pieces.
No doubt the stake had pierced the heart in two, something no mortal or immortal for that matter
could return from.

Darken looked down into the face he cradled in his hands. Blood trickled from his mouth and his
eyes were glassed over. Ezra had been his mortal lover for three years and now he would die thanks to
Darken’s own curse. Some called it a gift, but most days it didn’t feel that way. Especially when an
attack on his life had just resulted in the death of his best friend. A man he didn’t want to live
without.

Love's Immortal Pantheon: Becoming Persephone

2009-02-24T20:30:00.004-05:00

Loves Immortal Pantheon: Becoming Persephone
Becoming Persephone
by Dagmar Avery
ISBN # 978-1-60767-020-9
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Story one in the Fated mistresses trilogy.

Invited to the Eros Festival, Drea encounters many people calming to be gods, including Hades, a man that makes her body burn. Hades pursues her, but it isn't as easy as a normal hunt and chase. There are obstacles in the way, sexy, horny obstacles that want to keep them apart... and Drea has to decide... a night of meaningless pleasure at the hands of the gods, or a lifetime beside one, and only one, as Persephone.

Excerpt:

Drea felt his body before she heard his voice. The solid mass of him behind her, the smooth lines of his powerful thighs pressed against the backs of her legs, her ass, and the thick arousal riding high on the small of her back. His voice, of deep timbre, smoky and rich like her favorite claret, vibrated through her body.

"Beautiful night, is it not?"

She smirked and turned, looking him over with no small amount of amusement. Sexy? More so than should be possible, but when you’re dealing with the ‘gods’, it was often so. And along with the sexy came the arrogance, something you couldn't get around when dealing with them either. He stood there in black leather pants, his straight black hair cut short in the back, choppy and long in the front, laying over the right side of his face, partially hiding one if his brilliant blue eyes. His skin, a glowing, stunning alabaster, seemed to soak up the moonlight on the terrace where they stood. No shirt to mar his beauty, though he was not without adornment.

His nipples were pierced through with a sooty mat black ring, and he had a tattoo, seemingly burned into the left side of his torso, a swirling mass of what seemed like undulating shadow.
Was this to be her lover tonight? This stunning vision of a man, who looked at her as if she were a snack? She allowed herself to indulge in the thought of what could possibly come to be by morning. The thoughts were more than agreeable. She licked her lips and cocked her head. While he wasn’t the first she had met this evening, he was by far the most attractive. Zeus was pretty, but not her style, Hermes was sexy but blond, and Drea didn’t care for blondes, and Hypnos, while dark and stunning, went sniffing after Tansy before she could even return his greeting to her. No, this one was perfect, exactly her type, and what was better, he seemed quite interested.
"It is. And who might you be?"

The man in front of her smirked and nodded. "Hades."

Hades? Well tales about his uber yumminess were true, if that was who he really was. "I’m Drea."

"Yes I know, the most stunning of the possible concubines."

Concubines? Well that was new.

Drea was there for a party, her and two other friends, Pander and Tansy. They had been invited while out walking around Athens, a young boy bringing them an invitation addressed to the three of them to attend an evening mixer in praise of Eros. They had laughed, and figured why not, after all who could say no to a party in praise of the love god, especially when they were in Greece for an anything goes kind of vacation?

Alone in the world except for each other, they had come to Greece to mourn the death of the only woman who had ever cared for them. Amalia was the closest thing they would ever have to a mother, and her death had jarred them all severely. Her will stated that there was provisions for the girls to go to Greece, celebrate life in her name, and enjoy the month they would be there. The will also provided a small amount of money for each, which stipulated that they spend it on luxuries and clothes as to prepare themselves for their adventure abroad. It was to be a grand adventure, and no expense spared. Drea, Tansy and Pander all went into it warily, as everything they had ever had was worked for, and hard, but when they received the money, and a letter each from Amalia, stating that their destinies would be realized in Greece, they collectively took the chance, and threw caution to the wind.

When they had arrived at the party by way of gondola, bringing them across a large glistening pond just on the outskirts of Athens, a woman dressed in a super sheer sheath informed them of the kind of party they were at, one where the males were all gods, and were looking for new companions. They were told that they had been invited because they possessed individually and collectively much of what each of the gods was looking for. Now, how they knew this was beyond any of them, but if these revelers wanted to roll play something this ornate, and include them in the decadence, who where they to say no?

“I suppose so, though why you think so is anyone’s guess.”

Hades looked her over with no amount of undisguised lust. His eyes traveled up her legs, and frowned as he met her mid thigh, where the tops of her thigh highs were peeking, the black lace with the blue ribbons weaved through. The look quickly fled as his gaze traveled up her body further, past the black satin pleated skirt, and the blue satin shirt, lingering at the upper breast that peeked out of the satin then resting on the pulse in her neck for a moment. When he reached her eyes, for he did look her dead on, he had a very satisfied smirk on his face, as if he had indeed bought something perfect for him.

“On the contrary, your attentions will be in demand tonight. I’m lucky to have them now. Let’s hope the situation keeps.” He offered his hand. “A dance I think?” he asked and smiled at her, making her body tighten in low places.

“Why not.” She took his hand, letting the warmth of it seep into her pores and walked with him towards another room, one resonating with sound and darkness.

The music surrounded them, as her companion pulled her to him, placing his hands on her hips. They swayed, his body hard in front of her, hers yielding. The music took over and she soon turned and grinded her ass into his groin and bent over, coming up slowly, her dark raven hair around her head like a cloud as she arched.

His hands went to her hips again to steady her and then his right went to her hair and pulled her back, not violently, but enough to exert dominance over the situation. She whimpered, and heat pooled in the recesses of her body.

Hades tsked in her ear, and the sound made her shiver almost as much as his voice.
“Now pet, you’re just teasing, and I don’t do well with teasing. If you’re serious, we should move to a more comfortable spot.” He nibbled her neck. “I can’t wait to get inside you.”

Drea moaned at his attentions, and at the feel of his erection pressed against her once again. “Umm, and what makes you think you’re going to?” she said and rolled her hips. “What makes you better than the rest around here tonight?”

“Come with me and find out.”

Oh Lord did she want to come with him. Several times over the course of the evening if at all possible. Hades seemed like the kind of guy that could fulfill that fantasy ten times over, but she wasn’t easy, and as much as her body was screaming for it, she would have to make him work for it. No matter what her vacation goals were, a hot guy hung like a Clydesdale wasn’t going to get a piece of her after a five minute dance.

She rolled her hips once more, as if to prove her point, and then pulled away from him. He let go of her hair and she turned, smirking at him and walked further into the smoky room, intent on getting a game of chase out of it.

Dagmar Avery
~Sex, Blood and Rock and Roll~

Love's Immortal Pantheon: Seduction in Moonlight

2009-02-06T14:21:00.001-05:00

By: Diana DeRicci | Other books by Diana DeRicci
Published By: Tease Publishing LLC
ISBN # 978-1-60767-026-1

Word Count: 9,500
Heat Index (4)

Categories: Paranormal/Horror Erotica Short Stories

Available in: Adobe Acrobat
Price: $1.99

Blurb:

When Selene is brought to earth by a mortal man, the passion she finds is one she cannot leave, yet she only has three nights of the Flower Moon to experience this wonder. When confronted by Zeus, she risks everything to stay with the man who has stolen her heart.

This is a twisted retelling of the Selene and Endymion story.

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…wrapped from the first paragraph …

Sarah Pershon

Excerpt:

Edmon returned to the calm lake the following night. He had awakened from the most glorious dream that morning beside the lake where it looked as though he had fallen asleep. He had rested well, which was unusual. It had been a dream of a beautiful woman, a goddess that had bedazzled him. He had not drunk himself into a stupor that night, but could not think of one reason he would be dreaming of such a woman when his head should have been filled with battle strategies, wars lost and won. The occasional relief he found with a faceless, nameless woman seemed distant in his memory. This dream had felt so real, far too detailed. The color of her hair, the jewels that had been wound throughout, the scent of her skin. One that could make him ache with just the memory. He lifted a hand and stroked a finger across his lips, as though he had just shared her kiss. He swore he still tasted the sweet touch of her lips on his own.

He walked the edge of the lake far from the road, studying it in the darkness, taut with an ache that he could not release. Not even by his own hand, and he had considered it. Training in the fields until he was ready to collapse, had taken the worst of the boiling desire from his thoughts, but not now. Not in the place he had envisioned the woman of silvery light and beauty unlike any woman he had ever known.

He tipped back and looked at the luminous globe in the sky, hanging like a silver dusky disk still low in the horizon, her rise just beginning. A glowing jeweled nimbus created by the wisp of traveling clouds between the earth and the moon gave the sight a mythical and magical touch. Then he cursed at the cold beauty of it, craving what he should not.

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Love's Immortal Pantheon: Pluto's Offering

2009-02-05T21:08:00.006-05:00

Blurb:
Iriana is thrust into the future where she is branded as a witch and offered up as a sacrifice to the Roman, God, Pluto. She doesn’t expect to lust after him.

Pluto leads a lonely existence. When Iriana comes into his world his life changes. He finds himself wanting to experience the outside world he shunned and try new things. The only problem, he knows he must send her back to her own time.

Is he be willing to say good-bye to the woman that has touched his heart?

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Excerpt:

Pluto tried to ignore the way his body was reacting to his latest sacrifice or captive as he preferred to call them. His heart was hammering against his chest, he felt light headed, his balls ached and his cock was pressing against his breeches demanding its freedom. He absently adjusted himself as he walked toward his palace. He almost stumbled twice when his thoughts drifted back to the sacrifice.

She is lovely, her lips are quite tempting and despite her soaked appearance she is attractive. I just wish I could get her out of her clothes. He came to a sudden stop and cursed at himself. I am not going to sleep with her. She is obviously not of this time. I will send her back and wait for them to send me someone else. Someone who actually wants to be here. He continued walking. Keeping his senses open just in case she needed help walking over the rocky shore. A soft squeak caused him to turn around and find her on her butt, knees together, shins apart. Starting back to help her, he stopped when she pushed herself up and got to her feet, reaching behind to dust her bottom off.

She made her way carefully over the stones until she reached him. “So let me get this straight, you are Pluto, Roman God of the dead?”

“That is what I said.”

She blinked. “And this is all real?”

“Yes.”

“Uh huh, do you have another name? You know maybe Hades?”

“That is my cousin.”

“Okay, so no other name. Can I call you P? Pluto reminds me of the dog, you know from . . .”

He held up a hand, “I understand, yes, you can call me P as you put it.”

Trying to hold back a chuckle, he turned and began walking. He could feel her behind him, carefully picking her way over the rocky terrain. Stopping again he turned, “Do you want me to help you?”

“Nope, nope, I got it P. I don’t mean to be rude but did your parents hate you?”
“Excuse me?”

“Did they hate you? I mean come on; you’ve got a planet named after you that was demoted and a dog from a cartoon. I can’t take you seriously with a name like Pluto.” She looked up at him and he couldn’t hold back the laugh. He laughed long and loud. The sound echoed off the walls and ceiling of the cavern back to him. When he finally stopped, he was wiping away tears. When his vision cleared he found her standing before him, her lips twitching as if she was trying to resist smiling.

“My parents did not hate me, perhaps they are disappointed with me but they don’t hate me. Come, I’m sure you’re hungry and need a change of clothes.” He nodded his head toward the palace and began to move.

“You really need to look into paving, walking this shore or whatever the hell it is, is a bitch.”

He chuckled in response. Pluto was quite thankful that she wasn’t peering closer at the stones she would have found she was walking on skulls and bones mixed in with rock. When they finally reached the steps of the palace she looked tired. He felt bad for her so without asking, he stooped down and scooped her up in his arms. “Hey, put me down, I can walk thank you very much.”

“Yes, but you shouldn’t have to. You made it this far, let me carry you. You must be tired.”

She didn’t look at him when she muttered, “I have legs and I know how to use them.”

“Yes, but you’re tired. Let me carry you. Please, it’s the least I can do.”

Iriana finally turned her head to look at him, weariness in her eyes, “You’re going to eat me aren’t you?”

His cock twitched in response. “Not unless you want me to.”

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LOVE'S IMMORTAL PANTHEON: ERATO by Cat Johnson

2009-02-04T08:01:00.002-05:00

Excerpt (PG)

“So, as I was saying my lovely Erato, your familiarity with the mortals is what makes you perfect for this assignment, and though I am loathe to part with you for even a short time, I must, for you are the best suited for the task at hand.”

Erato cleared the frog from his throat and steeled his nerves. “If I may, my perfect goddess, what is this task of which you speak?”

Aphrodite ran one nail down Eros’ sculpted arm. “Tell him, my golden one.”

Eros shot Erato another grin full of mischief. “It’s simple, my friend. You go down below, locate one particular female, and let her fall in love with you.”

Erato frowned. It sounded simple enough, deceptively so. Mortals were extremely susceptible to those who resided on Mt. Olympus, which was one reason why once a mortal entered the palace of the gods, they never willingly left.

One look into his eyes and the female would be his. One night in his bed and she would never want to part with him. But still, why him? “And why have I been chosen…specifically?”

Aphrodite looked proud of herself as she explained. “It may be required that you live among the mortals for some time. Mortal time, of course, is nothing for one of us, but still, any of the others would stand out among the commoners. You, however, with your strange preoccupation with those living below, will know how to blend in.”

Aphrodite thought he and he alone could blend in with the commoners? Erato wasn’t sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. So he collected mortal literature. He was the Muse of Poetry, for Zeus’ sake. It was his job to be familiar with mortal writers.

Compliment or not, Erato said, “Thank you, goddess. And will Eros assist me with one of his arrows and his ever true aim to make the female fall in love with me?”

Now Eros’ involvement in the plan made more sense, since love was the goal. All that needed to be done was for Eros to shoot the female with one of his golden tipped arrows and she would be irretrievably in love with whomever she saw next.

“My arrow will not be necessary, my friend. She will fall in love with you as certainly as the sun rises and sets. What female could ever resist you? But I will be nearby. Do not fear.” Eros treated Erato to his cherubic smirk once more.

Erato nodded, not sure he was relieved by Eros’ assurance. “All right. When am I to leave?”
Aphrodite smiled. “Immediately, but treat me to one last kiss, Erato, before I lose you to the mortals.”

Erato rose at Aphrodite’s command, in more ways than one, and touched his lips to hers. Her mouth tasted of the sea and the familiar tang caused a tide of memories of all they’d shared to flood his mind. A moan of pure desire rose from Erato’s chest and he had to stop himself from pressing his body against hers, a presumption that would surely earn him more pain than pleasure.

The chamber around him began to swirl into an indecipherable tangle of sensations. Erato still smelled the scent of rosemary oil lingering in the room, his body still ached with wanting what pleasures it knew the goddess could provide, he still tasted the salty sea in her mouth, but things were no longer clear…

Dizzy and barely able to think, Erato heard Eros giggle and then everything went blank.

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Hephaestus Lays Down the Law by Tilly Greene

2009-01-30T11:43:00.004-05:00

Being one of the powerful twelve Olympians, God of the Forge and Master of Fire, meant his life was pretty good, but Hephaestus knew it could be better.

Work was going well, unfortunately his wife was cheating on him, and he can't take it any longer. Known as an even tempered god didn't mean he couldn't start a war.

This particular skirmish is personal, between he and wife. If he wins, then he keeps everything, including his heart intact, but if he loses, then he'll walk away from Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love and Beauty, for good.

Could he really walk away from the most beautiful woman to ever exist?

Scorching Excerpt

“A surprise? For me? Really? How exciting!” Aphrodite clapped her hands and started dancing with excitement.

“Of course it’s for you. I enjoy making things that make you smile.” While it was easy to turn his wife’s head with baubles and pretty trinkets, the one he was leading her to was going to be pleasurable for both of them. Hopefully it would eventually lead to her proclaiming her heart in his favor. He may be an eternal optimist, but didn’t care if there was a chance it was true.

“You’re so creative. Everything you’ve made for me is simply divine.”

“Thank you. That’s very thoughtful of you to say, especially since you can’t stand to sit near me after I’ve spent a great deal of time crafting your gift with my own hands.”

“Yes, well…”

“It’s all right, darling. I know I’m not pretty or perfect to look at, but don’t make the mistake of misjudging me. I can still bring you multiple orgasms and make you scream out with passion. Not bad for a lame beast.”

“Stop it! I hate it when you put yourself down or let others go unpunished for doing it. I happen to think you’re sweet, creative, and very handsome.”

“Really?” The conviction behind her claim surprised him. Of course he knew she found him appealing, or at least enough to have sex with him, but he still had to wonder if it was his appearance that caused her to turn to others.

“Yes, really. One of the reasons I married you was your ability to turn me inside out with a single look from those golden eyes.”

“Then why, if I turn you on, do you go to others for sex?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter anyway, because I always come back to you.” Her answer was flippant and didn’t answer the question. Hephaestus knew it couldn’t have been settled that quickly, so continued.

“But it matters to me, Phria.” They walked into their private quarters and Hephaestus turned to watch her face as she found an elaborate and fussy throne he’d made just for her. Of course he’d added a few special things just for him, but that was for later.

“Ooo, Heph, it is incredible!” He was entranced by her delicate hands stroking over various shells, pieces of coral, and other treasures from the sea he’d used to decorate the chair. He could almost believe it was his body she was touching.

“Have a seat, check it out firsthand, and see how it suits you.” Aphrodite settled her delightful backside onto the blue cushion. She squirmed around a bit, as if she couldn’t find any comfort.

“Everything all right?”

“Not quite.”

“Well that isn’t good. Maybe your toga is getting bunched up. Why don’t you take it off and try the throne naked.” The silky sheer sheath, gathered at one shoulder, floated to the ground, and with a flick from her fingers pooled around her feet. His next breath stuck in his throat, she was simply stunning.

Her beautiful curves tempted him to run his hands over them all and treasure their sensuous feel. Plump pink lips tempted his own to kiss them, full breasts with hard red tips made his fingers twitch with a need to touch them, and the pussy she kept bare taunted him to fill it with his hard cock. However, before he did that, there were words of love and devotion he needed to hear first.

“Is that better?” Walking over to the bar, he poured them both a cup of ambrosia. They’d both need the energy it offered immortals.

“This throne is divine. Do I look good sitting in it?”

Copyright © 2009 Tilly Greene

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