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"We are masters of the
unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out."
~ Winston Churchill
Predictable, January 2008
Genre: Paranormal Romance
What does a girl do when she’s
surrounded by Greek God wanabe’s and someone’s out for her
blood? Find herself a hunky Greek God and have great sex…err
fall in love of course.
Cassandra Troy comes from a long line of fortune tellers
and her mother is no
exception. But having sworn off the business when her mother
goes missing she’s not impressed and has to track her down
before the family business drives her round the twist. But
with strange accidents, an inability to tell a lie, a hunky
hotel manager named Hermes and a host of family members who
swear they’re Greek Gods of mythology the task might be
harder than she thought. Its time for a girl to lay down the
Can Cassandra stop a vengeful lover, save her well meaning
mother and her sexy god Hermes in time?
A funny and
sexually charged take of the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus
like you've never seen before. This short story is funny and
sexy and the plot is irresistible. Cassandra might be only
5' in height but she's 10 feet tall when it comes to
standing up for herself and not allowing anyone, not even a
great God, to run her over.
~ Simply Romance Reviews, A+
Hermes Olympus stared down at the small, wild
woman resting against the desk in front of him. He wasn’t
normally turned on by an abusive guest, but this woman had him
harder than the rocks in the Parthenon. His cock twitched and
hardened even more, operating on its own agenda. Fighting the
insane urge to beat his chest and drag her to his cave, he let
his gaze drift over her.
Her long black hair lay tangled against her back and elicited
thoughts about how she’d look after a night of loving. The sweet
innocent message in her huge brown eyes contradicted the lush
sensuality of her full, pouty lips. Lips that evoked an image of
a sultry old time movie goddess. Lips that made him want to
spend a full day exploring.
Plump breasts hid under her thin shirt. Her rigid nipples stood
to attention the same way his cock did. His hands shook with the
urge to shape, caress every curve on her body. His mouth
watered, needing to take her nipples in, shirt and all, and
lathe them until she screamed. Desire shot through his veins,
and his heart revved like a well-tuned racing car. The race to
pull her against him, strip her of those jeans, nearly ground
down his control. Common sense dictated a lobby wasn’t the best
place for the loving he had in mind, but this unknown five foot
two woman wielded a lush attraction that had him wanting to
worship at the altar of her body no matter the risk.
Electricity arced between them, but her signals yelled “not
yet!” She obviously wasn’t here to indulge in any orgasmic play—Ahh,
what a word—but she certainly had a problem he might be able to
“My name is Hermes Olympus, and I’m the manager here. Can I be
of assistance to you?” He suppressed the urge to lick his lips
at the help he had in mind for her.
“I need a room and I’m looking for Cassandra Troy.”
“I’m sorry.” Genuinely. He’d do anything to satisfy this woman,
but guest privacy was paramount.
“Unfortunately, guests come here to relax in anonymity. Without
prior consent, there’s nothing I can do for you.”
“There’s a problem at home, and my mother needs to do some
explaining. I’ve had a shitty day. A cop gave me a ticket, and a
storm cloud creamed my car. How about giving me a break?”
Speaking of creamed. He knew what he’d like to see creamed. It
involved her, naked, legs spread wide, and his face buried in
paradise. To give himself a chance to calm down, Hermes glanced
outside the lobby at the destroyed car still smoking in the
driveway. Taking a deep breath, he looked straight at her and
hoped his fantasy thoughts and rock-hard-erection didn’t show.
Hmm, mother? And she asked for Cassandra Troy? He grinned. There
was only one person she could be. “Why didn’t you say so? You
must be little Cassandra. Your mother is here, staying with the
rest of the family for the reunion. She’s around somewhere.
Let’s get you a room.” He moved briskly to the desk, spoke to
the receptionist, and returned to Cassandra with a key.
“No, that’s not right.” She frowned. “We don’t have family in
America. In fact, I don’t think we have any family anywhere. Mom
has never mentioned it.”
Baffled, Hermes looked down at the card key in his hand.
Obviously, her mother hadn’t told Cassandra junior about her
family connections. He decided not to delve into a family
mystery. This was something she really needed to find out from
“Here’s the key to your suite. It’s on the house. Why don’t I
show you to your room, and you can puzzle this out later?”
“Ah, thanks. But I don’t really need a suite. I just need to
find my mother.”
“It’s no problem. Anything for family.” Anything at all. Hermes
bit his comment back. He didn’t want to scare Cassandra off. In
fact, he’d like to see more of the woman in front of him. A
whole lot more.
Copyright© 2007 Kelly Ethan
All rights reserved — a Freya's Bower publication