It's been a minute, I know. Life seems to keep getting in the way, and I'd rather be writing. But I'm back—at least for now— and thought I'd let ya all know about the newest little morsel, Eros Fell.
Want some background? Well, whether you do or not, you're here so I'm gonna tell you. (OMG, seriously, it's like 2am as I'm prepping this and my dog's going batshit! What the...? Sorry, tangent...)
Background about this story—I had no intention of writing this, but as always seems to be the case, I was working on another Valentine's Day story (Saint Heartbreak, coming soon) and it sooo needed this background info and I decided, this story had to be in a book by its onesies. So, there, that's how Eros Fell came about.
Now, the deets you're really interested in, and a little lick. Read on!
Title: Eros Fell
Publisher: Fresh Whet INK
Word Count: 13205 (this is a short, and if I read a review about how you didn't know the length, there will be pudding! *snerk*)
Price: $1.99 (Makes a great V-day gift! Better than a stuffed teddy bear, IMO)
Blurb: Eros, god of love, has always been depicted as pure; the innocent, chubby-faced cherub slapped on today's Valentine's Day cards. Ever wonder how he got that way? Well, I'll tell you—he fell.
And he wasn't alone.
Warning: 18+ Only! This story is an
untold myth you never heard in high school, and includes graphic language, sex,
and all that fun stuff between two Immortals.
Excerpt:
Eros soared over the treetops, seeking out that flash of sanguine cloth,
when he set eyes on the woman donning it.
The drape of her hair could never be forgotten, nor could the dark color
of her skin. He remembered the
last time their lips met and, spurred on by their softness, he increased his
pace. The heavy gown bustled in
her hands made escape on foot more difficult, and he landed before her
easily. She paused in her retreat,
a small smile playing on full lips.
“Aneris?” The delight in his velvety voice was mired with confused. “Why do you flee?”
A delirious laugh escaped her
throat.
“Are we playing a game?” he asked in
a curious tone. He couldn’t
believe she was here, but now that he’d seen her, he was glad she was. “Come, my sweet. Let me hold you.”
He folded her in his arms, but
immediately noticed something had changed. She was cool, no, cold,
as though no heart beat in her breast.
And she did not smell as he remembered, though the scent was
intoxicating all the same. Desire
stirred in his groin and, as never before, he was overcome with a primal urge
to lay with the goddess of harmony.
She pushed from his hold and eyed
him seductively. The woman looked
like Aneris, true enough, with the same heart-shaped face and obsidian eyes,
but they trembled almost imperceptibly, an erratic little shiver. Her plump
mouth, ripe and red as pomegranate seeds, parted to allow a slip of pink tongue
to drag slowly across her upper lip, wetting it deliciously.
He took a step back to loose himself
of her mesmeric gaze, for Harmony this was not. “Who are you?”
“I’m your sweet, aren’t I, Eros?” she said in a lyrical voice. “Your beloved Aneris, returned to you
at last.”
He shook his head. “Aneris
is with Kadmos in Elysium. I saw
them on the Isle of the Blest with my own eyes many centuries ago. Are you sent by Dolus? This is a low trick, to be sure, even
for him.” Convinced she was a mere
vision, he reached out and touched her hair as though he had not just held her
close or heard her speak. She felt solid enough.
“Poor Love. Gullible as
ever,” she said, exasperated. “I
am no trick of Dolus, no shifted shape.
I appear before you as I truly am.”
“But you wear the face of another.
How is this so?”
She made a tut-tut sound. “If I told you now there’d be no fun
had. And there is plenty of fun to be had, fair Eros.”
He narrowed his eyes, determined to
find out who this goddess was that had aroused such desires in him. “Tell me why you disrupt the humans
with your mischief.”
She shrugged her shoulders, the move pressing the rounded tops of her
breasts together in the scandalously low cut of the corset of her dress. She did not continued until he lifted
his gaze from the sight. “It is my
nature, Eros. As it is yours to go
about binding them with your,”—dark eyes rolled with disgust—“love. Sticky sweet like nectar of the trees on the Mount.”
The ache in his groin had not
yielded; her scent making his heart race.
“Tell me your name, goddess, or you will have the wrath of Zeus to face,
and Aphrodite, besides.”
“Threats of Zeus?” she gasped and pressed her hand to her breast, “I
shudder. I’ll make you a deal,
Eros. A game, if you will.”
Curious, he nodded for her to
continue.
“You wish me to cease my meddling with these useless peasants, yes?” She
didn’t wait for his response. “I
am perfectly willing to do so, will surrender my powers to the great and mighty Zeus himself so that I may never make mischief for you
again, permitted you excel in my challenge. And as a bonus, I will gift you my name.”
He eyed her suspiciously, crossed his arms over his chest. “What are the conditions?”
A corner of her mouth ticked up.
“For one-twelfth’s time of Apollo’s travels with the Sun, you must
prevent my apples from hitting their marks.” She held out her dainty palm, and a golden orb materialized
there. She handed the solid fruit to
Eros, who studied it a moment before she plucked it back. She tossed it in the air, caught it in
her hand. “You already know how to
defeat them. Pierce them with your arrows and no catastrophe will befall a
single mortal. Ha!” she laughed,
“I even tell you how to ensure your victory. An easy enough task, yes?”
Easy? Of course it would be easy.
He was Eros, god of love, gifted with both speed and accuracy when
stringing his darts and connecting with his targets. He would effortlessly shoot her every sphere from the sky
for one human hour.
“And when I win,” he clarified, voice deep and earnest, “I earn both your
name and your promise to never cause the mortals ill again?”
She nodded, a sibylline grin on her mouth.
“And your oath is binding?”
“Binding. Yes.”
“And what would you require should you win?”
A shoulder lifted nonchalantly.
“A simple thing, really.
Nothing you will miss.”
“Out with it, goddess.”
“A kiss. One little kiss,
Eros.”
He eyed her warily. “And
that’s all?”
“From the god of love? More
than enough. Just remember, no other soul but me may touch the apples. Have we a deal? ”
A warning blared in his head like
trumpets heralding the arrival of Dawn, yet he could not resist the tempt of
her lure. Love would overcome this
challenge as he conquered all else, and have her name when he was through.
The length of a human heartbeat passed and he’d changed from the mortal
garb into lighter attire, white wings spread wide against red robes. “When do we begin?”
The goddess morphed before him, no longer donning the heavy brocade and
petticoats of the era but instead the shimmering silk gowns denoting her an
eternal being. Her wings expanded;
two raven-black appendages with a span not quite as broad as his unfurled from
her back. Her hair twisted into a
long, thick braid and then looped itself around her head like a crown. Eyes
turned skyward, she marked the time.
“Now.”
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So there you have it. Eros Fell! Get your copy NOW! And don't forget to tell a friend. Happy Valentine's Day, peeps! And thanks for #LickingMyINK
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