Here is another excerpt from one of my newest releases Gods and Goblins, oh my! This is actually a release and I am so happy it is out again!
If a gorgeous, naked god appeared in your bed, what would you do?
Every spell Kalli casts explodes in her face. Going to bed disgusted, she awakes to find a gorgeous, naked man in her bed. Ensnared, the witch discovers that her naked burglar is a god named Lugh. Kalliope's yearns to be touched by him, but before that can happen, another prowler comes into her life. Cromm, a death god, comes to collect on a promise made before she was born.While trying to escape him, she finds herself spirited away into a realm of gods and goblins. There Lugh's ex-lover captures Kalli, keeping her prisoner in an oak tree. While imprisoned, Kalliope meets a goddess who gives her three magickal apples. From the first bite, her world changes forever. The witch is now the newest magickal being on the block. Who will win Kalliope? Only time will tell, and she doesn't have much of that left, oh my!
Something tickled the side of her face. It drew her into half-wakefulness, but not enough to force her to leave her dream about the naked man she had met in the woods. He really had made an impression. He was in the middle of giving her a massage that was leading to other things.
The sound came from her dream man's lips. She smiled at the way his mouth formed the syllables of her name. It made her quiver inside. His hands were firm on her shoulders, easing the tension out of the deepest muscles. He sat on top of her, digging his fingers into her back. His hot member was hard and poking against her rear. The faint smell of pine lingered around him. God, he knew what he was doing.
"Harder," she whispered.
She heard him chuckle. His fingers dug into the lines of her neck, relaxing the spaces between her vertebrae. His breath hot against her cheek, her dream man smelled so good, a combination of fresh rain and musk. The touch of his fingers stirred her passions. The massage he was giving her was amazing, but she wanted more.
She endured a few more strokes of his palms and then turned over, staring into his eyes. Rising up, Kalliope locked her lips to his. He stiffened, seeming surprised she had kissed him. She had wondered if he was ever going to, but hey, this was her dream, so she could do whatever she wanted.
Her hands entwined in his hair until he finally responded to her lips. His hands cupped her butt, getting a firm hold. He was hard and warm against her inner thigh. All she had to do was move a little and he would be buried inside of her. His fingers tickled along her back and his lips traced the line of her jaw. Meanwhile, she pressed herself into him, feeling the lines of his stomach. Her breasts fit perfectly against his pecks. Everything on him was defined muscle. Kalliope had never had anyone like him.
Her dream man's hands played with her hair and his lips nipped the hollow of her throat.
"Kalliope." This time, when he whispered her name, she realized she was more awake than she'd thought. The caresses she felt were not just from her dream.
Her eyes snapped open. Comprehension brought her to consciousness. A jolt of fear, anxiety, and surprise ran through her. Oak leaf green eyes stared down at her. The heat from his body warmed the sheets and radiated onto her, making her very aware of him. When she realized he was really there and not in her mind, whatever sleep clung to her addled brain evaporated. She scrambled out from underneath the covers and out of bed.
A man in my bed! Oh my goddess! How did he get in here?
"You! What are you doing in my bed?" The witch gasped, noticing he was propped up on one arm.
The sheet was draped over half of his chest, covering his lower anatomy. She could see his tanned skin in the low light of her nightlight. It looked shiny. She wondered if he'd been oiled up. His face was firm, with a rounded jaw, defined nose, and perfect teeth. His dark brown tousled hair had highlights of red and gold woven through it and curled around his ears, touching the top of his shoulders. For a long moment, Kalliope stared at him. He didn't blink, and he studied her just as she did him. She recalled her dream and felt her cheeks redden. The aroma of pine and fresh air filled the room. For a split second, all her fear and doubt melted away. Calmness and serenity washed over her. His smile widened, and he patted the place on the bed she had leapt from.
"Come here," he whispered.
Unable to focus, Kalliope stepped forward, feeling the places igniting where his hands and lips had touched her in her dreams. He looked gorgeous, and his eyes promised many delicious things. She could have a field day. Just before she fell under his spell, her foot came down on something sharp, which stabbed her big toe.
"Ouch." She jumped. The sudden pain snapped her mind back to reality. It didn't matter that he was naked and in her bed or that her dream was the hottest she had had in months. "Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?" She realized her state of dress and grabbed for the sheet, but found her phone instead. She brandished it like a weapon. Kalliope swallowed. Her heart thundered in her throat. Her eyes caught the curtain blowing in the light breeze. She hadn't opened the window. He must have climbed up the fire escape.
"Kalliope." His face lost the smile. He slid out of the bed, not bothering to cover his nakedness.
Kalliope was horrified, but her eyes strayed to his well-endowed manhood. Evil thoughts passed through her mind. Her cast-off dream resurfaced. She saw herself surrounded by flowers, in a bed of moss, with his fingers exploring parts of her that hadn't been caressed in years. His hard anatomy rested against her lower back. She licked her lips. His kisses had been sweet and light. She had wanted him in her dreams and part of her still did.
The intruder took a step forward and that jumpstarted her brain. A jolt of terror moved her to run into the bathroom. Kalliope realized her hands were shaking. She pushed the lock on the knob and stared at the phone. The knob shook back and forth. She waited for the intruder to break down the door and rape her. Fear gripped her every thought. She kept backing up.
"Kalliope," her assailant called through the door.
"Go away," she said, trying to sound brave.
Suddenly, her heel collided with the tub, and she lost her balance. Kalliope grabbed onto the shower curtain. Her weight caught the drape. The thick plastic ripped from the metal hooks, leaving some spinning on the rod. Her backside landed on the green shower mat and her feet went over her head. Her head hit the neon orange tile walls.
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