 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “bug”. Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The beach was far busier in the afternoon than when he was here at night. Families flocked to islands of beach towels on the scorching sand. A team of girls wearing hardly anything bounced on either side of a volleyball net as they passed the ball to each other. The deep blue water ahead was speckled with dots of color as swimmers bobbed up and down.
Apollo watched the scene before him as he clenched his surfboard to his side. He would have to move down coast to an area with fewer bodies. He didn’t want to heal some poor mortal he took out with his board. The deep scent of salt water broke his heart a little. It had been three days since he woke up next to Khalil. The jinn disappeared from his life. He still kicked himself for not calling that old coot Helios to take over the sun duties for the day so he could spend the day in bed with his new lover. Each day seemed to drag on longer and longer. It had been a while since the god had fallen so hard. The ache was almost unbearable. If Khalil were mortal, Apollo could track him down. Since he was a jinn instead, he pretty much disappeared off the face of the planet. When the offer came up to get away from the daily grind and go surfing, Apollo jumped at the chance. He irritated Helios until the old dude couldn’t take it anymore. One of the only Titans not banished to Tartarus, he was less than thrilled when Zeus issued the edict to abandon Olympus for the mortal world. Now the old hermit lived in a remote cabin in the Rockies surrounded by wild animals and bugs of all shapes and sizes. He hoped it would ward off nosy humans. However, it didn’t keep away young, persistent gods who needed a day off right now. Helios spat out a few choice curse words about Apollo and his sports car before he sped off into the sky. A small grin cracked Apollo’s face at the sight of the red haired surfer navigating the sand in his direction. Freddy wielded his board around a gang of toddlers ambling past him then jogged the rest of the way. “You snuck out,” Apollo greeted. “I got kicked out, you mean,” Freddy replied as he staked the board into the dune in front of him. Every muscle on the lean leprechaun-turned-demigod rippled as he stretched. His physique screamed Greek god over the tiny mythological lucky creature. Apollo frowned. “What do you mean kicked out? Is everything okay?”
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “bite”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  It was hard to wake up. Places were sore that Apollo hadn’t felt for a long time. The soft mattress beneath his belly provided some consolation as did the comforter across his back. He could just stay in bed. There were ways to get the sun across the sky without him.
But then he would have to answer to his father and twin sister, Artemis. She was bad enough. And Zeus wouldn’t condone skipping work over a one night stand even though the king of the gods had thousands of them. Or millions. Had the old man gotten to millions yet? He shook his head as he tried to scatter his muddled thoughts. A moment later he felt the bed shift beside him. He was certain he would wake up alone. He knew nothing about his lover from the night before. He sure as hell knew nearly everything about Apollo. Two kisses were pressed to the back of his shoulder followed by a gentle bite. Apollo opened an eye and peeked out from the fluff of his pillow. Khalil grinned at him from his own. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” “Good morning.” Apollo returned the smile. “I could wake up like that every morning. But I’m thankful you’re not a vampire or that would have hurt.” “Who says I’m not?” Apollo lifted his head from the pillow as his eyes widened. Did Khalil break skin? What happened if he did? What in hades was going on? His voice broke as he spoke. “Are you a vampire?” Khalil laughed then leaned over to press a playful kiss to Apollo’s nose. “No, silly god. I’m a Jinn. Your less than favorite people, the Romans, called me a djinn. I’m now known as a…” “You’re a genie,” Apollo finished. “I prefer jinn, thanks,” Khalil retorted. “So, where’s your lamp? Do you grant three wishes like in the cartoons?” Khalil scowled. “No. Stop with the stereotypes. Fuck, I just told you that I’m a jinn. That doesn’t freak you out in the least?” Apollo rolled to his side then sat up. He lifted a hand into his air then bounced his finger as if he were trying to keep track. “Nope. I have a half sister-in-law who is a vampire and a half brother-in-law who is a werewolf. Oh, then there is my new uncle who is a leprechaun. I’m used to the whole paranormal world now.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “sunny”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Apollo struggled against the attraction he had for this guy, but he had to get away. Somewhere along the way someone in his family fucked up and he was about to pay for it in a big way. “Listen, Bud. It’s nice meeting you but I got to go..”
Khalil’s eyes dropped to his own hand. Apollo’s followed out of plain curiosity. Cupped only Khalil’s palm, where no other bar patron could see, a tiny iridescent flame danced. Freddy’s words from the night before pounded in Apollo’s brain. He sucked in a hard breath. His voice was ragged when he spoke. “Maybe we should go someplace more private.” “Sounds like a plan.” Apollo tossed a few bills on the bar for the drinks then stood to leave. He glanced towards the back of the bar again, his gaze meeting the redheaded beauty he was watching earlier. Something deep inside him tugged him towards her until Khalil touched her arm. “Ready to go?” Khalil urged. “Yep, this way.” Apollo motioned towards the door then followed Khalil to it. He held the door open for his mystery surfer then jogged to catch up with him. The walk to the beach house was silent. More than once, Apollo wanted to reach out and take Khalil’s hand in his. But it was apparent that they didn’t know each other that well. At least he didn’t know Khalil. It seemed that the surfer knew far more about him than he should. As far as Apollo knew, his new friend was plotting to kill him. Not that he could die. He was a god. But then again, his half sister almost did so it wasn’t a defense he could hold tight to anymore. These were certainly some strange times. The god glanced back at his guest as he jammed the key in the lock and twisted the knob. He motioned Khalil in before him then stormed past him to the kitchen. He popped open the refrigerator to retrieve a couple bottles of beer then slammed it shut. Popping the tops off, he returned to the living area to find Khalil taking the space in with awe. “Never been in a house?” Apollo questioned as he offered a bottle to Khalil. Khalil scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Wow. What a sunny disposition. That little trick at the bar. That’s not something humans can do. So I’m not sure if your type of beings know what being indoors is like since I have no idea what you are.” Khalil took the bottle from him then sat it on the end table. Before Apollo could scold him for his lack of use of a coaster, he caught the god’s wrist in his hand and tugged him into his arms. Apollo moaned as Khalil parted his mouth with his own.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “jar”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The guy smirked at him. “Mind if I sit here?”
Apollo’s heart lodged in his throat rendered him mute. It took an embarrassing amount of time for him to find his voice. “Nope. Have a seat.” He took in his surfer from head to toe as the man settled on the stool and raised his hand to catch the bartender’s attention. He was dressed in a pair of worn blue jeans and a tight fitting T-shirt. The faded image of the rooster from a Chinese food hot sauce bottle could barely be made out in the dim light. His long, black, wavy hair draped loose past his shoulders, matching the shade of his well manicured beard and moustache. There was quite a bit Apollo missed of him in the middle of that raging storm. There was even more he wanted to explore. The sensation of their kiss echoed on his lips as he slumped back onto his seat. The man held his hand out to Apollo. “Khalil. I should have introduced myself the last time that we met.” Apollo took it in his for a handshake. He shivered at the touch then noticed that they held on a little longer than they should have. “Brody. Brody Lynch.” “Brody Lynch, huh?” Khalil teased. Apollo scowled at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Khalil accepted the beer that the bartender offered to him with a nod of thanks then took a sip. He sat the bottle on the wood top of the bar. “Maybe we should address the elephant in the room. I mean, that kiss was pretty magnificent. I can’t stop thinking about it but we can’t be a servant to our desires. Let’s be honest. That’s not what is on either of our minds.” “Wow.” Apollo huffed. “I don’t know who you are but you don’t know me well enough to determine what’s on my mind.” Khalil’s gaze rose and locked with Apollo’s. “I don’t, sun god?” The heart that had stuck in Apollo’s throat plummeted into his stomach. How the hell did this guy know who he really was? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “What were you doing on that beach?” “Surfing. I like danger and I love surfing. What the fuck were you doing there?” “Finding a way to meet you. I figured the surf caused by your aunt’s labor would draw you out. So, if you don’t mind, I’m going to pass on the pretentious fake name you gave me and call you by the one you were given at birth. Apollo, son of Zeus."  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we're with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. We’re working with a picture prompt for inspiration. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The cool air inside the dark tavern was a sharp contrast to the heat of the summer night. Apollo glanced around the narrow room before he sat on his usual stool at the bar. It was a literal hole in the wall pancaked between two of the larger office buildings in the city. It was one of his favorite places to go after a long day at work. The wood planked walls and the antiques held up above the bar on a shelf gave the place an Old West feel. That was a great time to exist. Watching the settlers make their way across the United States as he rode his chariot across the sky was better than anything on television.
Now there was less to see since the human race spent more time in front of a computer and less time exploring. It was more difficult also in his new form of transportation. Had Apollo known how hard it would be to watch the world below from a tiny automobile window, he probably wouldn’t have traded the old horse and buggy for the high powered sports car he drove now. The bartender nudged the bourbon in front of him before he had the chance to request it. He took a sip then looked around the room again. An auburn haired beauty met his gaze. He felt his breath hitch as something stirred in his core. He felt every nerve blaze alive when she smiled at him. He was just about to stand so he could go talk to her when he felt someone brush him as they took a seat on the stool next to him. Apollo turned to apologize for the slight collision when he was met with the deep dark eyes of his mystery surfer from the beach.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “jar”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Apollo glanced around at the bookcases that surrounded them. The place was cavernous and the books seemed to go on forever. Knowing Aunt Hestia, they did. An oversized, antique jar of ambrosia sat on an old table behind the sofa. This might have been the first time he had been in this room in his existence. He’d only been in this house once or twice since Zeus evicted them from Olympus.
His thoughts drifted back to his mystery surfer. He could still taste the salt of the ocean and the man’s kiss on his mouth. Those dark eyes the color of melted chocolate continued to hypnotize him. How he survived those waves still baffled him. Then he disappeared into thin air. Fuck, the god would do just about anything to see him again. “Earth to Apollo. Come in Apollo.” Apollo looked up at Freddy to find the leprechaun grinning at him. Freddy continued. “You okay, bud?” Apollo blinked a couple of times to get his thoughts back together. “Yeah, of course I am.” “You sure?” Apollo sighed. “I couldn’t pass up the waves, man. I hate seeing Aunt Dee in that much pain but the effects on nature made for a wild ride. There was a guy there on the deserted beach. Before I could stop him, he ran for the surf. I went in after him. There is no way a mortal man could survive that. After awhile, I gave up and went back to shore. I hated myself for letting an innocent end up like that. But next thing I knew, the surfer was there beside me and he was kissing me.” Apollo instinctively skimmed his finger across his lips at the memory. “Then he was just gone without a trace. I’m wondering if I imagined the whole thing.” Freddy cocked his head at Apollo. Bryn leg out a sleepy sigh. “I think you hit on the word. Mortal.” Apollo frowned at him. “Mortal.” “Juliet. Mac. Me. We’re here and we aren’t mortal. What if your mystery surfer wasn’t mortal?” “What could he possibly be?” Freddy shrugged. “Elf? Mermaid? Who knows? Possibilities are as endless as your existence on this planet. So I’d keep looking if I were you.” He turned to the window. The sky outside had lightened a little. “And it looks like you’ll have the perfect opportunity soon.” Apollo chuckled as he crossed the room. He pressed a kiss to Bryn’s cheek. She giggled in her sleep as he did so. He clapped Freddy on the shoulder. “I guess I had better get to work. Give everyone my love.” “Of course. Be careful out there, sun god.” “Always.” Apollo hurried across the room to the great hall. He glanced one last time at the father and daughter before he raced out of the castle.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “great”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The three quarter moon illuminated to forest around the misplaced castle that stood out like a sore thumb against the thick Maine forest. It gave everything a surreal, holy glow.
Apollo crept his way to the heavy wood door and pushed it open. He cringed as it squeaked in protest. Two newborn infants slept in here. Their parents would be furious if he woke them. It seemed strange that Aunt Demeter chose to give birth to the twins in Aunt Hestia’s medieval palace. But then trying to fit all the gods and goddesses involved with the birth in that farmhouse might have been a little cramped. The house was big but not that big. He tiptoed across the great foyer, glancing into each one as he made his way to the grand staircase. He stopped short at the doorway of the library. The moonlight blossomed around the figure of a man. A baby dressed in a pink sleeper was draped across his forearm cradled to his chest, using his palm as a pillow. It certainly wasn’t the way one should hold a newborn but this wasn’t a normal baby. This child was the daughter of a leprechaun-turned-demigod and one of the original goddesses of the Greek Pantheon. She could sleep however the fuck she wanted. Freddy gave Apollo a tired smile as the god slipped into the library. “How were the waves?” “Amazing. I won’t be telling Aunt Dee that though.” Apollo nodded to the child. “How’d it go?” Freddy chuckled. The baby snorted as she snuggled closer to her dad. “I didn’t know your aunt knew that many curse words and she directed them all at me while I held her hand and tried to stay out of the way. Hestia did the delivery as Persephone, Athena, Hades and Artemis kept Demeter’s unleashed power from destroying everything. Mack and Ares ran off to hide somewhere, the bastards.” Freddy lifted his arm a little. “But they’re here. Meet Bryn. Her brother, Rian, is asleep upstairs with his mom.” At the sound of her name, Bryn’s eyes blinked open. She let go a mighty yawn then drifted off to sleep again. Apollo nodded at her. “You sure Aunt Dee isn’t going to kill you for holding her like that?” “It’s the only way I could get her to fall asleep. Besides, she decided to levitate a spoon over her head to distract herself as Hestia put her into the scale to weigh her. Definitely a goddess like her Mama.” “With her Daddy wrapped around her little smile.” Freddy grinned at him. “Can’t deny that.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “string”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Apollo scanned the deadly waves one more time for the other surfer. Fuck it. He was a god. How could this have happened? He should have been able to save him. What good was eternal life and unlimited power if he couldn’t protect a mortal life?
Dejected, he plucked a string of seaweed from his trunks. He tightened his grip on his board the turned towards the parking lot where his SUV waited. He barely caught sight of the hand wrapping around his head before his mouth was parted in a deep, wet kiss. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled his senses. Strong fingers played with the damp hairs at the base of his neck as the hand cupped the back of his neck. Apollo braced his hands on a broad chest as he surrendered, returning the kiss with as much fire as it was given. Tongues danced as they tangled within his mouth. The taste was intoxicating. He might have had quite a few lovers, both men and women, but this wasn’t like him. He didn’t normally allow a total stranger to caress him, to dominate him like this. He only knew he didn’t want it to end. As the kiss broke, his eyelids fluttered open. He didn’t realize he had them shut. He felt lips pressed to his once more in a chaste kiss before the image of the surfer he tried to desperately find came into focus. The man smiled warmly as he released Apollo from his embrace. The god was too dumbfounded to speak. Where did the dude come from? It had to be the beach. It wasn’t the ocean because he should have been dead, But Apollo saw him fall from his board. The thoughts swirled in his mind like a typhoo as the other surfer backed away, his gaze never leaving Apollo’s. It wasn’t until he reached the corner of the bathhouse and disappeared that Apollo found his voice. “Hey buddy. What the hades? Where did you come from?” He churned his steps through the soaked sand as he followed. As he turned the corner, he only found his vehicle in the lot. There were no signs of life, no fresh muddy tracks left by another car making a hasty getaway. It was like the other man never existed. Apollo brushed his kiss swollen lips. It was the only evidence that the other surfer was there. Could he have imagined the whole thing? He glanced up as a beam of sun pierced through the tumultuous clouds. The rain slowed to a gentle patter on his flesh. He sighed as he made his way to his lonely SUV. It was time to go meet his new cousins.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. We’re working with a picture prompt for inspiration. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  “Son of a bitch.” Apollo raced after the guy, charging into the raging surf with his board at the ready. He flopped belly down onto it then paddled with his arms and legs into the waves. They crashed and exploded, tossing him around like a rag doll. He didn’t fall off though. He kept churning through as he looked for the breathtaking man through the water. He had been buried under the surface for far too long for a mortal. If he were human, he would be dead.
Thank Olympus he wasn’t. His head broke the surface of the water. He took the moment to look around. The storm carried on over his head. The current dragged both him and his board away from the beach. The piercing ray of the lighthouse above the drag of rocks broke through the black. In the beam of light he saw the other surfer riding a wave like a professional. Except that no expert on the planet could master the surf like he was. Apollo’s heart stuck in his throat as the mystery man teetered off his board and disappeared beneath the ink black water. Apollo paddled as fast as he could in that direction. He used a bit of his power as a god to get him there quicker. Water wasn’t his specialty. That realm belonged to his uncle, Poseidon. But he’d move Olympus and earth to save this innocent from a watery grave. He didn’t know how long he searched but Apollo found himself alone in the sea. The lump in his throat sank to his gut. How he could miss someone he never knew baffled him but he felt the loss deep in his core. The breath from his deep sigh cut a path through the waves. Dejected, he worked his way back to the shore.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This is our last week with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). Next week we’ll hopefully be with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. This week’s word prompt is “fish”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  “What are you doing?” Dakota demanded.
“Getting a burger. Then we’ll be on the road, I promise.” She popped open the door and scooted our. “I’ll meet you inside.” He chuckled as he watched her scuttle inside. They were mates. They were bound to each other for eternity. She was going to have to get used to talking to him about intimate things, like when she needed to use the bathroom. He hopped from his seat then fished for his cell phone out of his back pocket. There were three texts from Eve waiting for him on the screen from a half hour ago. He woke his phone up then tapped on the messages to read them. Here are the pics you asked for. Be careful, Zeke. Love, Eve After the words were two images. He didn’t even have to look closer to see what they were doing. Either Black’s men had suddenly grown balls the size of watermelons or they were backed into a corner. Those were the only reasons Ezekiel could think of that vampires would feed on humans out in public in the middle of a city street. He squinted at one of the figures as his heart sunk into his gut. He tapped a quick message back to her. Can you zoom in on the figure in the red dress shirt in the second photo? Pretty please? He held his breath as he waited for a reply. Eve didn’t disappoint. Micah must have been in charge of the triplets at the moment. A minute later another photo popped on his cell. He let go of the air trapped in his lungs as he cursed. “Fuck.” He typed a quick “thanks” to his sister-in-law then hurried into the restaurant with the image on the screen. Dakota was already in line, looking much more comfortable than she had before. She grinned at him. “What took so long?” He held the phone out to her. “Feel free to say ‘I told you so’. Because I was an asshole for not listening to you.” He caught the woman in front of them flashing him a dirty look. It must have been for the foul word he used. She was lucky. He had a whole lot more profanity bubbling inside him wanting to escape after seeing that picture. Dakota’s smile disappeared as she took his phone. “Not over this. So Black isn’t dead?” “Nope. He’s alive and kicking and just led a bloodbath into Saint Louis.” |
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