 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "suddenly”. We’re jumping ahead in the second book of The Gods of DC Series, Love and War. Athena and Mack will be hitting the virtual shelves on Christmas Day! Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  It was then that Athena told Mack about their lunch date with the king and queen of the gods. Mack’s warm, tender embrace turned hard and cold in an instant. It grew even more frigid when she suggested he wear a suit.
Of course he didn’t own one. She glanced at them as they reached the cement staircase that led to the front door. She just hoped the magic she cast to make him one held out. It was real fabric but that didn’t mean that it wouldn’t suddenly disappear. Her wits weren’t exactly about her when she conjured it into existence. Artemis ducked around the two of them then pressed a knuckle to the doorbell. Despite how dressed up Mack and Athena were, Artemis chose to wear her usual black outfit. And she bitched the entire time they got prepared about going in the first place. “Little eager, are we?” Athena teased. “The faster we get in there, the faster we get this over with,” Artemis muttered. “I agree with her,” Mack added as he pointed to the goddess of the hunt. Athena rolled her eyes as the large front door opened. A butler scanned each of them with a critical eye before he gave a huge sigh. “Senator and Missus Lynch are in the dining room waiting for you. Don’t dawdle.” The three of them scuttled away across the foyer away from the ancient servant. Artemis tossed a dirty look over her shoulder. “Dawdle? Does that son of a bitch understand who he’s talking to?” “He does,” Athena chided. “He’s been tending to Dad since we were on Olympus. And he’s not wrong. When it comes to Zeus and Hera, we’re known to try to avoid the inevitable.” The three of them came to a stop when they reached the dining room doors. Zeus stood at his place at the head of the table, the large paned glass window leading to the garden illuminating the room behind him. Hera sat at his left, a wine glass already to her lips. The bottle it came from was half empty beside her plate. “It’s good for you to join us,” Zeus greeted, the hint of frost in his voice. Athena and Mack took to the right side of the table while Artemis sauntered to the left. She plopped into a seat leaving an empty chair between her and Hera. Hera glowered at her before taking another sip of wine. Mack held out a hand past Athena and offered it to Zeus. “Mack Bradshaw.” Zeus stared at it for a long moment before he shook it. “Alastair Lynch. This is my wife, Elizabeth.” “Dad,” Athena interrupted. “He knows who you both are. You don’t need to put up pretenses.” Zeus snarled. “And why does he know that?” “Because the demon he’s about to fight revealed it,” Athena replied as she fought the cringe building up inside her.
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "tragic”. We’re jumping ahead in the second book of The Gods of DC Series, Love and War. Athena and Mack will be hitting the virtual shelves on Christmas Day! Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Her head raised as they approached, her eyes narrowing as she took in Mack. She rose to her feet, her glare piercing the werewolf.
Mack let go of Athena then crossed his arms over his chest to return her stare. The tension in the air was thick. “Hey, Sis,” Athena greeted. Artemis pointed the blade at Mack. “You will leave my animals alone. Got it? I find out you feasted on any of them, I will gut you like fish. I don’t care if you’re sleeping with my sister. I’m fact, that gives me even more incentive to kill you.” Mack shrugged. “All I want to do is change. Your animals don’t even appeal to me.” Artemis scowled at him. Then she waved her hand, the knife glinting in the sun. “There is a black bear out there. Bastard poachers tagged him. He’s suffering, I can sense it but I can’t find him so I can end his pain. If you find him, he’s yours. Actually, you’d be doing me a favor.” Mack nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.” He turned from the goddesses and strode towards the woods. Athena glanced at her sister then jogged after him. Mack frowned at her as she caught up to him. He shook his head. “Go back.” “I want to go with you,” she protested. “Athena, go back with your sister. It isn’t safe. If the craze takes me over and I attack, it could be tragic.” She grabbed his forearm and stopped, forcing him to stop with her. She caressed his face with her other hand. “I want to stay with you until you change. I’ll ghost if you try to hurt me.” He stared at her for a long moment. Then he turned his face into her hand to press a kiss into her palm. “Alright. I’m holding you to it.” She slipped her hand into his and followed as he led her into the forest. They wove through the trees until the branches nearly blocked out the sun. Mack slowed his pace then let her go. He grinned at her as he tugged his shirt off then handed to her. He took his time to unfasten his belt then unzip his jeans. It was sheer torture for Athena to watch him slowly shimmy from the denim then kick the pants off. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs then shoved them down also. He gathered his briefs and jeans from the forest floor then offered them to Athena. She gaped at him as she took in his nakedness in the dim light of the setting sun. She had never seen anything as beautiful as this man in her entire existence. She wanted to wind herself around him and never let go. He tucked his clothes in her arms. “Like what you see?” “It’s amazing,” she answered, her voice just a breath. “It is every time I see you, clothes or no clothes.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week is a picture prompt. We’re jumping ahead with Athena and Mack in the second book of The Gods of DC Series, Love and War. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Athena strode down the sidewalk, her dress flats clicking on the pavement. She glanced up to the sky to watch the pure white light pierce through the white fluffy clouds. She was surprised she got out of the Pentagon before the sun set. She expected to be there well after dark.
But at the first break in the paperwork she grabbed her purse and headed out with the rest of the office. Some strange pull deep in her core begged her to go home. It was an urge she just couldn’t fight. She pulled her cell from her bag and tapped on the news app. The war was proceeding as planned. She’d kick up her feet and have a glass of wine as soon as she got home. Then she’d figure out how to quench the need she had for Mack out of her system before it drove her insane. She crossed the street with those around her then picked up her pace. It was not a couple more blocks. Her breaths escaped in ragged gasps. It wasn’t from exhaustion. Whatever lust held her in its grasp was growing not dying. She wasn’t going to make it home. She stopped short of her door with as gasp. Mack sat on the stoop watching traffic pass. His head swiveled in her direction like a predator eyeing it’s prey. A voice in her head demanded to know why he was there. He took off without a word. Instead she sprinted the last few steps until she was in his arms, his mouth hot and wet on hers. She clung to him as his hand palmed her ass to press her tighter to him. Right there on the sidewalk in front of her neighbors and who knows who else.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "green". We’re jumping ahead in the second book of The Gods of DC Series, Love and War. Athena and Mack will be hitting the virtual shelves on Christmas Day! Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  “So, a goddess, huh?” his deep, rich voice questioned still full of sleep.
She sucked in a breath. “Yep.” “It’s a little hard to believe.” She lifted her head to look at him, a scowl on her face. “What’s so hard to believe? You’re a werewolf. It’s not like that’s easy to believe.” “Yeah. But during a full moon I turn into a terrifying beast. Can’t refute that. But it’s not like you can sweep me off to heaven to prove…” Athena snarled. That was enough. She glared at him as she concentrated. There were several pieces that had to fall into place. Before he could finish his sentence, they were standing in Olympus. Mack’s eyes widened as he took in the lush green gardens, marble pillars, the ancient artifacts. He glanced down at his body now clad in just blue jeans. He stared at her then continued to study everything around him. Athena smoothed her chiton then tucked a blonde curl that slipped from the gold band wrapped around her head. “You were saying?” “Umm...yeah. I get it. Way to show and tell.” She smirked at him. “Fantastic.” He shook himself to his senses then strode across the thick grass to her. He gripped her hips and pulled her tight to him. Her breath shuddered as she felt his erection pressed tight against her belly. “Athena.” “That’s my name, yes.” His voice dropped low. It was sex incarnate. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?” She trembled in his arms. “Until you, I was a virgin. So, no.” “Hmm. Sounds like we need to fix that.” Mack’s mouth descended on hers, stealing her breath. He arched his hips against her. She felt the all familiar heat he brought her fill every pore of her. She didn’t know who might show up on Olympus to find them in a compromising position. The gods had a bad habit of hopping in and out randomly to get a taste of home. At the moment she didn’t care. She could feel the all consuming madness taking her over again. Athena. She bolted out of her haze, tearing her lips from Mack’s. Her eyes grew wide as she focused on the voice that filled her head. Athena, where the fuck are you? She pulled out of Mack’s grasp and took his hand. “We have to go.” Mack frowned at her then growled. “What the fuck?” “My brother is in my townhouse looking for me. He ghosts all over the fucking place. And trust me, Ares is not the one we want finding you and me in the middle of sex. Eternity is too long to keep getting crap from him about it.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "debut". We’re jumping ahead in the second book of The Gods of DC Series, Love and War. Athena and Mack will be hitting the virtual shelves on Christmas Day! Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Artemis motioned to the door. “I do need to go, though. The sun is about to set and you know how testy Apollo is when I’m late.”
Athena cracked a grin at her. “Because you always are.” Artemis laughed as she wrapped Athena in a hug. “Take care and get this fixed before I have to do it for you. Okay?” Athena squeezed her back. “Got it. Thanks.” “No problem.” Athena watched as Artemis strolled to her motorcycle. She didn’t shut the door until the goddess was speeding down the road. She shuffled to the couch and sunk into it as her thoughts immediately fled to Mack. She should be infuriated and she was in a sense. But her need to see him again, to feel his lips against hers, to touch him overwhelmed any anger she held towards him. She remembered the contract she saw lying on his end table. She slipped her cell out of her purse and swiped it open. She chose Ares from her contacts then quickly tapped out a text. When is your next fight? She waited for a few moments. For all she knew he was in bed with Juliet. He sure as hell wasn’t working. There was a skirmish in the Middle East he was supposed to flame up so she could take over. That was four days ago before he reconciled with Juliet. Sometimes her brother was just useless. She jumped up, startled, as the cell vibrated out a reply. When the hell have you cared about my fighting career? It’s not my debut, sis. Her fingers flew across the screen. Can’t I support my brother? Ares’s answer came quicker this time. You haven’t before. I fight in seven weeks. Athena sighed as her heart weighed heavy in her chest. She couldn’t wait that long to be with Mack. She could try to drive to Georgia to find him but it would be a needle in the haystack kind of situation. Hell, she could just ghost there but it would be the safe effect. She glanced down at the phone as it shuddered again. But I have faceoff with the son of a bitch I have to fight tomorrow night at one of the bars downtown. She smiled even though she wanted to punch him for calling Mack a son of a bitch. You do? The answer popped up almost immediately. The promoter wants photos for marketing and I guess making us pose in front of a crowd will get a rise enough for him to sell tickets. Athena’s fingertips struck the cell. Can I come? Sure. You can keep Juliet company. Starts at 7. We’ll pick you up. Okay. Athena set her phone in her lap as she grinned. She only had one more night of agony while she craved her mystery man in the swamp. Tomorrow night at the bar she wasn’t going to let him go.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week is a picture prompt. We’re jumping ahead with Athena and Mack in the second book of The Gods of DC Series, Love and War. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  She glanced at the sitting room across the hall when she heard a fit of giggles. All she saw was a foot dangling over the back of the couch with a flip flop dangling precariously off a baby pink manicured big toe.
Demeter scurried back with a tray and placed it in the middle of the table between the two women. A carafe and a decadent chocolate cake topped with strawberries sat in the middle surrounded by two mugs, plates, forks, a bowl of sugar and a small pitcher of cream. Athena took a mug and filled it with the dark, hot liquid. She doctored it with a little cream then took a sip. She watched as Demeter cut each of them a slice of cake then scooped it onto the plates. She pointed to the sitting area. “Seems Persephone is busy on her phone. Is she texting friends?” Demeter took a sip of her own brew with a snarl. “No. She’s texting her husband. The old coot finally gave up his flip phone for a smartphone.” Athena bit back a laugh. “Dad finally talked Hades into bracing modern technology?” “Persephone did so they could message each other all the time. Granted, I think he did it out of revenge also.” Athena frowned at her confused. “How so?” Demeter gave her a sly smile behind her cup. “I have a tendency to have five hour mother/daughter chats with Persephone during the winter. Every day. I guess Hades gets a little irritated with that.” Athena chuckled. “Can’t imagine why.” Demeter took a sip of coffee then set her mug on the table to pass Athena a piece of cake. “So what was it that you wanted me to take a look at?”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word Prompt is “mad” We’re back with Athena (Anna) and Mack in the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Athena knew she should have slapped the condescending bastard. She nudged the bedroom door behind her as she growled. Treating her like she was a child? That was way out of line. It made her so fucking mad. She was a goddess. She lived thousands of lifetimes more than he did.
She glanced at the sparse decorations that lined the walls. There was a broken mirror hanging from one wall and cheap poster of an autumn garden complete with a wood rail fence and orange fallen leaves on the other. The poster was kept in a smoked plastic frame probably from the same discount store and was too peaceful to belong in this place. She stepped around the large unmade bed and the random piece of discarded clothing as she made her way to the bathroom. She sighed as she glanced at the photo once more then took in the room. She could just ghost from the place as Ares always called it. Hell, she could reassemble the burning jet sinking in the swamp, including repair the overheating wire so no other pilot crashed when they flew it. With a snap of her fingers she could disappear from this hellhole and reappear in a hot bath with a glass of her favorite wine in her hand. Her gaze landed on the bed, the pillows dented where Mack’s head must have laid. Something deep in soul tremored. She could ghost out of the swamp. But a part of her wanted to find out what it would feel like to be beneath him in that bed. She wanted it so much it made her ache to her core. It was a feeling she never experienced this strong before. She was one of the three maiden goddesses. After thousands of years she was still a virgin.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word Prompt is “bridge” We’re back with Athena (Anna) and Mack in the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  She rubbed at the bridge of her nose. “I’m a slave to modern technology. I don’t have his number memorized.”
“There’s a phone book beside it,” Mack offered. “The number I need wouldn’t be in the phone book. Where am I, anyway?” Mack grinned. “Well, Miss, you are in the great state of Georgia, somewhere in the god forsaken part of the Okefenokee Swamp.” “It’s not god forsaken anymore,” she muttered as her face grew paler than it already was. “Excuse me?” “Nothing.” She shook her head. “I just, I have no one to call. The only person I know to call I wouldn’t right now.” “And who might that be? I don’t want you to wilt here in the muck without your technology.” He could hear this woman named Anna growl. “Trust me. I’m far from fragile. The only person I know with a connection to the state of Georgia is my father. He’s from Athens.” Mack’s eyes grew to slits. “That’s where I recognize you from. You’re Senator Alastair Lynch’s kid. I’ve seen you in the newspaper ads posing with your ridiculous family.” “Excuse me?” Her voice pitched three octaves higher as her fists flew to her hips. She was even sexier when she was downright pissed. Mack bit back a guttural moan. He needed to get rid of this woman. “Don’t you have a boyfriend or fiancé or something to call? Probably a stockbroker or something?” “Nope, sorry. Kind of married to my job.” “Then call your dad.” “My dad is going to be very pissed that I took off with a billion dollar prototype and crashed it in the swamp, okay?” The words slipped out before Mack could stop them, his voice catching a bit from the lust building in him. “Daddy’s girl.” Her face screwed up with a scowl as she stumbled to her feet. “You know what? I’ll walk to the nearest town. Thanks for saving my life but I don’t need to take anymore of your shit.” She stalked to the door. This was the answer to all of Mack’s prayers. The little spitfire was about to be out of his life. Except some unknown force took control of his legs and sprinted him to the door, slamming him against it before she could reach the knob. She looked up and glared at him, her lips less than an inch from his. Her warm breath on his mouth nearly snapped his already weak resolve. “You’ll be dead by the time you reach the end of the lane. If the swamp doesn’t get you, the gators will,” he told her, his voice a low rumble. “Why don’t you be a good girl and go take a shower. The bathroom is off my bedroom. I’ll find you some clothes.” “Stop being condescending to me,” she warned. She leveled him one more furious look before she lifted herself on her toes enough to touch her lips to his. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a tease.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word Prompt is “funny”. We’re back with Athena in the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  His gaze flickered from the woman on his couch to the clock as time ticked away. One automated system kicked him to another. His finger couldn’t spin the dial fast enough before he was sent somewhere else. Not once did a human answer the phone.
If a live, breathing being did finally answer the phone he was going to have a bone to pick with them. A low moan tore Mack’s attention from his phone call. The blonde tossed and turned on his couch as she rubbed her face. She opened her eyes and glanced around his cabin. They were a beautiful sapphire blue and did nothing to calm the urges burning in Mack. If anything they made it worse. She glared at him at him. “Where am I? And who are you?” Mack set the handset back on the receiver and strode from the kitchen until he was hovering over her. He expected her to shrink away from him. He was an overbearing presence. Instead her gaze narrowed as she snarled. “My name is Mack Bradshaw. You’re in my cabin. You crashed your plane in my swamp. Trust me. I didn’t invite you,” he told her. “And who might you be?” His eyes fixated on the little spitfire’s mouth. Her tongue skimmed her lower lip. Her pale cheeks flushed pink as she scanned him from foot to head.He fought his instincts to kiss her until she was breathless. “My name is Anna Lynch and I work for the Pentagon,” she answered. “What happened to my jet?” Mack’s Brown creased in anger. The name Lynch pissed him off and it would until his fight. He huffed then sucked in a deep breath. He needed to keep his cool. Just because they had the same last name didn’t mean she was related to that son of a bitch Romeo Lynch even though she had to be from around DC. “Your plane is a flaming piece of shit. The fire trucks don’t get this far out into the swamp. Don’t know what to tell you, sweetheart.” Anna sighed as she searched the cabin around her again. She seem to be formulating some sort of plan. “I need to reach my supervisor. I just need to find my…” She patted her flight suit then rolled her eyes. “I left it in my purse at the hanger. That’s right. Fuck.” Mack gaped at her them chuckled to himself. An attitude and a foul mouth? This might be his kind of woman after all. Even a better reason to get her out of here before he threw her over his shoulder and hauled her to his bedroom to get rid of the lust about to erupt inside him. “You’re welcome to use my phone.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word Prompt is “funny”. We’re back with Athena in the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  He cringed as he crept closer to the blaze. As quick as he could manage, he reached for the wrist of the pale hand and tugged. His breath caught in his throat as a blonde woman dressed in a flight suit slid along the mud. He had a funny feeling it wasn’t from the smoke drifting over him. He didn’t get out much and it had been a very long time since he laid eyes on someone so beautiful.
He shook the thought out of his mind and scooped her over his shoulder. He stumbled his way through the muck to safety. He drooped her on the first downed tree he came too. There sure as hell wasn’t any reason to haul a dead body everywhere and he didn’t need the feds hunting him down if she were. He’d leave the corpse behind. He shivered as he touched her cheek. He could feel his boxers tent with his sudden erection. Then his heart leaped in his chest. “Fuck, she’s alive. How did she survive that?” he muttered to himself. He glanced back at the engulfed jet glowing in the distance. He knew his true nature. He was used to bizarre things. But this was one hundred percent impossible. He carefully lifted her in his arms and cradled her close to him. He took his porch steps two at a time then threw the door open with the bump of his hip. She moaned as he laid her on the couch. He stared at her as he rubbed his chin. Something primal and ancient burned deep in his soul. It demanded that he claim her, that he not let her free until she was bound to him for eternity. He growled then stormed to the kitchen. This unexplained urge was forcing him to do something he swore he would never do. He picked up the phone book and shuffled through the brittle pages until he reached the listings for the United States government. He picked up the handset of the rotary phone and dialed. It was time to get his woman out of his house and as far away from him as possible. |
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