Good morning and Happy Valentine's Day! Welcome to our Blog Hop! MA Church and I will be your hosts for this event, and we're happy to see you here! We hope this will be just the first of a lot of blog hops, and we've invited some of our fellow authors to help us celebrate the event! You can find the links to their blog at the end of my post. There will be fun for all, and there will be giveaways!
As the hostesses of the hop, MA and I are
doing something together—a joint giveaway between our blogs. You can find MA here. (US only, sorry)
1. Two First place winners will receive one handmade Be My Alien pillow
and Valentine's candy. (Colors of the pillow will vary)
2. Two Second place winner will receive one handmade Be My Alien pillow
and Valentine's candy.
3. Two Third place winners will win an ebook copy of Be My Alien.
Visit both blogs for a greater chance to
win.
In addition, I'm going to offer one winner their pick of anything from my backlist.
To win, leave a comment, along with your email address. Following our blogs would be nice, but not mandatory.
To win, leave a comment, along with your email address. Following our blogs would be nice, but not mandatory.
So today is Valentine's Day, traditionally a day of love and romance. At the risk of repeating myself, I'm going to run the flash that I wrote for the holiday last year, because I like it that much, and plan to expand it. I hope you like it too. It's a bit of a twist on giving your heart to someone. Enjoy!
This is going to be a series, one that I call Losing My Religion. The first book has no name yet.
Someone had the worst timing in the world.
And judging by the jangled sounds of a lyre that emanated
from his smartphone, it was his distant cousin and bandmate. When Sebastian
caught up with Orpheus, he was going to have to hurt him for interrupting his
pleasure.
“Who’s that, baby?” The man’s voice was muffled, its owner’s
face buried in the thick pillows of the hotel’s double bed. Sebastian couldn’t
remember his name. That was an inconsequential detail, nothing to clutter his
mind with. Whoever he was, he had a very delicious ass, one that Sebastian had
thoroughly enjoyed plowing. At least until the moment had been so rudely interrupted.
“Fuck me,” he muttered under his breath, before deigning to
reply. “Someone. I won’t be long. Just lie there.” He pulled out, irritably,
and slid off the other man, wrapping the sheet about him, ignoring the shiver
his action produced. He grabbed the phone and stalked into the bathroom, firmly
shutting the door behind him before answering.
“This better be damn good. I was busy—”
“I can only imagine.” A throaty chuckle from the other end
of the line.
“Why don’t you find Cupid and torture him if you’re bored?”
Sebastian searched his image in the mirror. The lighting was harsher than he
might like, but he still looked damn good. That was one of the benefits of
being a demigod. Maybe he hadn’t gotten the looks that some of them had,
particularly the bastard offspring of Aphrodite, his own father’s consort. But
Sebastian was certainly beautiful in his own right and he knew it.
He pushed back unruly locks of curly black hair that came
just to the nape of his neck. Twisting his head for a better view, he decided he
should let it grow out just a little more. The trace of sexy stubble that he
maintained above his full carmine lips and along his jaw was pleasing to
him—he’d keep that as it was. His cool
grey eyes were carefully lined in black. A perfect vision of loveliness. He
blew a kiss at his reflection and smiled.
“Stop admiring yourself.” Orpheus laughed again. Sebastian
scowled at the phone and turned from the mirror. “You know I can’t do that. The
man’s busy, or have you forgotten what today is?”
It wasn’t so much that Sebastian had forgotten, he simply
didn’t care. He found Cupid to be annoying, for the most part. Going on and on
about love all the damn time. Like it really existed. Like it really mattered.
As if it wasn’t anything more than hormonal urges that produced a vast mass
hysteria. A hypnosis that muddled the brain and threw it into a tailspin from
which it seldom recovered. It ruined lives, and made fools of normally
intelligent men. The only useful byproduct was that it was also responsible for
a great deal of violence, and had launched many a war.
Sebastian Laguerre loved no one but himself.
And thank the gods he was beyond Valentine’s Day.
“Go bother my
brothers, why don’t you? I’m busy,” Sebastian repeated. Okay, technically
Phobos and Deimos were half-brothers, but whatever.
“You’re the only one that likes to hang with them,” Orpheus
pointed out. “Normal people avoid them.”
“Are you saying I’m not normal?”
“You’re you and I love you for who you are, Sebby.”
“Zeus’s beard, don’t call me that. I’m going. Go fuck
yourself. Literally.” He clicked off the phone without waiting for the smart
reply he knew was imminent and exited the bathroom. He let the sheet fall away
as he wound his sinuous way back toward the bed; it trailed behind until he
stepped from it. Dropping onto all fours, he crawled across the bed in a
predatory manner.
“I’m back,” he purred in a sultry voice. The other man
shivered in anticipation, lifting his head at Sebastian’s return, although he
was well trained enough that he did not turn to look. “Miss me, love?”
“Mmm, yes, I did. Missed your cock up my ass. So much…”
“Of course you did.” Sebastian wore a very self-satisfied
smirk. “Roll over, pet.”
“Is it time, then?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
He had a nice body, Sebastian admitted. Darryl? David? Dan?
Something with a D, he was fairly sure. He was young, early twenties. Young and
eager to please. And so far, he’d done a decent job of it. But, alas, all good
things must come to an end. Sebastian wasn’t going to let that stop him from
enjoying himself thoroughly.
He positioned himself between the boy’s legs—Dirk?
Devin?—and took himself in hand, pumping his cock a few times. Orpheus’
ill-timed interruption had brought it down slightly, but a little well-applied
pressure restored its former tumescent state.
“Now where were we?”
“About to reach glory,” the innocent supplied.
“Ah yes, just so.” He thrust inside of that tight channel in
one hard stroke, producing a gasp of pure pleasure. Hot velvet surrounded his
cock, a sensation heightened by the tightness of this boy’s muscles that clung
so deliciously. “Touch yourself,” he instructed and the boy obeyed, grasping
his cock and pumping.
“Not too fast,” Sebastian cautioned. “And don’t close your
eyes. I want to see.”
The lids fluttered open again. Sebastian drove into him
again, over and over, watching for the right moment. He’d know it by the boy’s
responses. He’d see it in his eyes. He’d laid his instrument within reach; when
he was ready he picked it up, looped the silk necktie about the boy’s neck and
began to tighten it slowly, slowly…
Sebastian could see the play of emotions in the boy’s blue
eyes as he spun into euphoria, until his orgasm was inevitable, and Sebastian
had wrung out all that he could. As the boy came, he tightened the tie
completely, until all breathing ceased.
* * * *
The body was discovered in front of a café near the Eiffel
Tower, the heart in a small box beside it, along with a note—Happy Valentine’s
Day, Inspector.
