Events of her past led Suria to give up on the notion of love. Her clientele had their desires sated with the stroke of a whip rather than any sexual interaction with the scarred beauty.
Eros, the son of Aphrodite had bedded the wrong woman one too many times. His latest conquest was the granddaughter of Hades. To appease Hades and save his neck, Eros agrees to be stripped of his immortality and banished from Olympus. He is charged with having a non-believer fall in love with him as well as he with her.
Will Eros succeed in winning the love and trust of the cynical beauty, or will he wind up in servitude to Hades for the remainder of eternity?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Usually, he was the one dodging the amorous attentions of the females. What did she have that others did not? Why was he so drawn to her?
From the very first time he'd seen her, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. A light came on in the upstairs bedroom and Eros's mouth went dry when her silhouette appeared against the thin blinds. Stepping deeper into the shadows, he watched through half-lidded eyes as she reached up to move her waterfall of hair away from her neck. Amelia's hands appeared to work the fastenings of Suria’s dress. Jealousy, an emotion Eros had never experienced, slammed into him with the force of a tornado. He wanted to loosen the material clinging to her curvaceous figure and let his hands slide around to cup her full breasts. Would she be wearing anything underneath?
Mesmerized, he groaned when the dress slipped from her shoulders and slid slowly down her arms. She turned just as the satin slipped free to reveal her breasts blessing Eros with an erotic glimpse of her profile. Her pert nipples were clearly evident against the window shade causing his cock to spring to full attention and strain the fabric of his Armani tuxedo trousers. His mouth went dry. He wanted to suckle those peaks and hear her moan. Eros tried to gain control of his wicked thoughts but lost all hope of that when she released her hair, letting it flow down her back. He ached to feel the feather soft kiss of it spread over his chest and abs.
About the Authors:
After a lifetime of reading and at the suggestion of friends, I finally put fingers to keys and started writing my own stories. It's been a wildly amazing ride full of tears, exhilaration and plain old hard work. Thankfully, my three beautiful children support my craziness and encourage me to continue something I love.
While we both have solo work, Venus and I thrive on the work we do together. What a small world it is indeed Mr. Disney when a small town girl from Alabama can find and write with a big city girl from England. What a ride it has been and continues to be!
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Aspiring writer and mother of two, I enjoy nothing more than losing myself to the rather mad cap workings of my imagination. Blessed with some of the dearest friends, I have to admit that it’s through their guidance and perseverance that I am able to write what I feel and enjoy.
An avid book reader and a lover of long dark winter nights tucked up with a rather fruity glass of red and my partner in crime J T Cheyanne, we aspire to conquer the world with our love of Vampire's, angel's and wolves alike. As well as some mighty fine Gods and a deluge of hot Gay romance.
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