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Thursday, March 21, 2013

Getting shocked Friday: Touch of the Gods: The Wager

Yeah, I know it's usually "Getting Freaky Friday" but this post is a snippet of my best seller,  Touch of the Gods: The Wager and it's shocking! At least for the characters involved ;)








She took it in frail looking hands, sipping it gingerly. 

I sat across from her and watched. Being so close, I could smell her sweet scent and had to adjust the robe belt to allow room for my reawakening pain in the groin. Distracted, it took me a moment to realize Vanessa had started speaking. 

Her words were jumbled and coming out in a fast blur, tears streaking down her ashen face glittering like diamonds in the sand.

I reached out a finger, catching one before it could drop upon the table and palmed it for later. “Don't cry, Vanessa. It‟ll all be okay.” 

“You don't understand! I feel like I'm losing my mind. My sister is pissed at me, hell my parents are too! I vaguely remember what happened the other day, but it's like a broken film reel in my mind.” 

Fidgeting, I wished I could ease her mind and tell her that it was a spell from Ares the God of War. That it only happened because of the curse I placed on her first. But her mind was still in a bad place, and any part of the truth might trigger a nervous breakdown. So, I did what my father taught me to do several centuries ago, when it came to upset women. I said nothing and just listened, holding her hand for support.

“And don't get me started on the dreams I've had of you. They‟re so real I could swear that you were with me. That's why I thought you were in my shower with me today.” 

“Um, dreams? About me?”

“I know, it's horrible. You barely know me. I mean, what happened in the back yard that was crazy, right? I've never felt such an instant attraction that way with any man. Even now as I sit here with you, I want you to just hold me—Forever.” 

It was becoming more difficult to keep from blurting out everything and being honest with her. Not to mention, the steel hardness of my cock going from painful to excruciating. Swallowing hard past the lump in my throat, I nodded, keeping my eyes fixed on her face and not her heaving breasts.

“I'm doing things that aren't like me. I don't know if he told you, but I'm dating your brother—I think. But it's purely sexual.”

“You can leave him you know.” 

“I want to, but just the thought of it gives me hives. When I'm with him, I feel like I'm ready to fight and fuck. That's it.” Vanessa‟s eyes flashed with red as she spoke of Ares. “He's gone for now and it's stupid to even bother you with this. It's so wrong, but I feel like you're the only one I really want to see. As much as I crave him, I'm drawn to you alone.” 

The desperation and hopelessness in her voice stabbed at me and my chest felt constricted. 

“It's like I'm being pulled in two directions and yet, I am with the one I have nothing in common with. Heph, I feel like a puppet, a pawn in a cruel joke and I don't know how to make it end. Please, what's happening to me? I know something is wrong.” 

Her pleading was enough to break the last wall of intelligence that was keeping me from giving her the truth. Her glistening, sad eyes stared at me with trust and need and all I could think about making it right. Granted, there were the easy ways of fixing the pain I started, such as going back and changing the past, but then I would be without her and call me selfish, but I wasn't going to do that.

It was time to try and get Vanessa back and the only way was to tell her everything. Eros did say that true love was all about having faith. Well, I was about to take a plunge that was only second to when I fell from Olympus. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, taking her cold hands into my warm ones. “Vanessa, you aren't wrong in your feelings. I have been with you and I was in your shower.”

She stared me, trying to read through the lie and when she saw none written on my face, her hands pulled from my grasp. Not a good start.

“Don't be scared, I could never hurt you. I mean, not intentionally. I don't even know where to begin, how to explain.”

“Just do it. What is going on, Heph?”

“Vanessa, my only love, you know how my full name is Hephaestus?”

“Yes.” She was still sitting, but had moved back a fraction more and I knew the pieces of the puzzle were coming together.

“Have you heard this name anywhere else in your life, perhaps in school or books?”

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, while she wrung her hands nervously. When she started shaking her head, preparing to stand and possibly run, I knew she'd figured it out, but didn't want to believe it. “It's impossible. Those are myths, nothing more. You think I'm going to sit here and have you make me believe you are a fictional character? A God? Next, you'll say your brother, Ares, is the real God of War!”

I said nothing, only nodded and watched the emotions play on her face.

They went from bewildered to confused and then to disturbed in seconds. She stood up, frowning at me and opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it, turning to leave instead.

Damn if her ass didn't look sexy as she stormed away. I shook my head to clear those kinds of thoughts. I had to stop her, convince her and with a snap of my finger, I appeared in front of the door before she reached it, which caused her to scream. The sound was so piercing, I was sure my eardrums would be ringing for hours. Trying to pop them, I narrowly missed my lamp she tossed at me, as it came crashing next to my head and splintered against my door. Yeah, this was not going well at all. Thanks, Eros!

Vanessa had picked up a ceramic vase and held it up, preparing to launch it, so I did the only thing I could think when dealing with a hysterical human. I made it disappear in her hand, and then pinned her down on my couch. I'm sure other gods have had to do this in times of panic. Finally, bound and unable to maim me anymore than I already was, I knelt before her, resting my hands on her thighs. “Vanessa, please don't be afraid. I told you I'd never hurt you.”

“Says the God man who has me frozen to his couch!”

“Well, I would let you up, if you promise not to throw things at me. That vase was a gift from my niece Psyche. I would hate to lose it.”

The sound of disbelief that came out of her was so odd that I laughed, I couldn't help it. Of course, she growled at me, but mumbled her promise to leave my head attached to my body and I released the invisible restraints. She remained sitting and didn't move away when I took a place beside her. Okay, good!

“My brain is fuzzy still, but are you for real?”

“Yes, about all of it. I'm sorry, Vanessa. I should have told you sooner, but I was ashamed about the curse I had put on you, and then Ares stepped in---”

“Wait! What curse? You put a spell on me?”

Oops.

Amazon ebook link: http://www.amazon.com/The-Wager-TOUCH-GODS-ebook/dp/B0080S7PS4/ref=pd_rhf_se_p_t_1_6KGZ

Amazon UK ebook link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Wager-TOUCH-GODS-ebook/dp/B0080S7PS4/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1363914213&sr=8-2-fkmr0

Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/The-Wager-Touch-Gods-Volume/dp/1482068311/ref=tmm_pap_title_1

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