Blog Winner #GLBT Romance Madness Hop
Thanks everyone for your wonderful comments about my paranormal transsexual romance, APHRODITE CALLING (GODS OF LOVE #2), and for stopping by during The Romance Reviews’ GLBT Madness Hop.
My blog winner, who receives a copy of MMF menage a trois romance, PLATINUM PASSION (GODS OF LOVE #1), and a gold-plated bookmark, is… Cornelia! Congratulations – I will be in touch shortly.
For those who missed the Hop, here is a short Adult-rated excerpt from each of my GODS OF LOVE novellas featuring the erotes (ancient Greek gods and aspects of Eros) in a modern-day world.
He was damn near ready to shoot his load right here on this beach as a new fantasy began to build in his head. A fantasy that involved Jeannie, and the man from the gym. Right here on the sand. Right now.
He shivered in need, reaching down to stroke himself through the silken material.
I want Jeannie.
His vision blurred and he shook his head to clear it, and then realized he was not alone on the beach after all.
Fuck! Impossible to hide this boner. His hand instantly shifted away from his cock.
He could see the silhouette of a man and a woman standing further up the curve of the coastline, hand in hand, ankle deep in water by the looks of things.
But then he frowned. Were they…surely they weren’t…naked? That would be too weird, given the nature of his latest fantasy. He took a hesitant step forward, then stopped, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Hell. They were. And the guy had a hard on even bigger than his own.
Clearly, they wouldn’t want anyone else raining on their privacy parade right about now. He turned to leave, but as he did so the couple held out their arms toward him, gesturing, and something about the woman, the way she stood, the way she flicked her hand in a come-to-me type gesture, the way she tilted her head just that little bit to the right…
No way. “Jeannie?”
His voice came out on a squeak of amazement and there was no chance she could have heard him, but he saw her nod and gesture again. Thank God this was a dream, or he’d be pretty damn shocked to see her standing naked like that with another man by her side. Ridiculous, he knew, given his recent train of thought, but still…
He took a faltering step toward them, then another, and then with a deep, shuddering breath he began to run toward the couple on the beach.
Toward his beautiful wife and the unfamiliar man with a hard on the size of a baseball bat.
Toward his ultimate sexual fantasy in the flesh.
“Who are you, Himeros, and why are you doing this? Helping me escape, I mean. Though,” she paused and looked at the numbers flashing past as they ascended in the elevator, “maybe I’m not escaping out of here, as such. Am I going from the frying pan into the fire?”
He shifted a little, and the confined space suddenly seemed a lot smaller than it had a few seconds ago. She had the impression of vibrating energy, reaching out to encompass her. If she hadn’t known better, she would have said his tanned skin held a strange shimmer that made him look as if he were lit from within. She blinked, but the light intensified.
“I am Himeros, god of sexual desire, and I am here to answer your call to Aphrodite,” he said. “You are most certainly heading into the fire, but this is one fire you won’t want to extinguish, once you’ve savored the heat of these flames.”
“My call to Aphrodite? What exactly do you mean by that?” It’s certainly getting hot in here, she thought. Why am I so aware of him? I’ve been around men before. Sexy men. But it’s never felt like my body is finally waking up…
“Gina.” When had he moved closer? Why was he now standing directly in front of her, his arms raised to press a hand against the elevator wall each side of her head? Had he answered her question? She couldn’t remember. Aphrodite…
“We will wake you up, together.”
Her breath caught. He was now leaning forward, almost touching her, his face so close to hers she could see the flecks of green in the blue of his irises. So close that if she raised her hand, she’d be able to brush the delicate end of his long eyelashes, or trace the angled shadows cast by those gorgeous cheekbones.
“We’re here.” His words whispered in a puff of warmth across her lips and she parted them involuntarily.
“Are we?” How she was managing to keep talking was beyond her. She wanted to close the few centimeters of distance between them and explore that mouth again, to feel the firmness of his body up against hers, to enjoy the heat of a hard cock that wasn’t her own pressing against the soft curve of her stomach.
“You have a choice, now, Gina,” he said. “Join me here, tonight, and I promise you will not regret your decision. But if you don’t want that, tell me now, before we step over the threshold…”
“Himeros,” she whispered, not sure what she was asking, and at the same time knowing what she needed to say. “I want to, so much, but there are things about me you don’t know.”
“I know everything, Gina. I told you, I heard your call and I am here to answer it, if you wish.”
She shook her head. “I’m afraid.” She closed her eyes to avoid seeing the revulsion and started when she felt the touch of his fingertips on her cheek. A touch that sent shockwaves right through her body—unfamiliar shockwaves in places that had been numb for too long. She’d been wrong. She wasn’t strong enough to handle everything. She wasn’t strong enough to handle this.
“Himeros.” She took a deep breath and pressed back as far as she could against the wall. “I’m not, well, I wasn’t…” Just say the damn words. Get it over with. “I wasn’t always like I am now. I used to be—”
“You were born with male genitalia, and you lived as a man for the first twenty-four years of your life. You were Gerry, and now you are Gina. I know, gorgeous woman. I told you, I already know. Open your eyes and see how much I want you right now.”