 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.
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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 “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.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “dance”. **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!  He followed her down the dark hallway only illuminated by a computer screen on the counter. Beneath it, nearly hidden in the shadows, was the safe.
“Could you flip on the light, please?” Dakota instructed as she crouched down in front of it. “Do you think it’s a good idea? Doesn’t that just alert someone that we’re here? What if there’s a camera?” Ezekiel protested. “Okay, worry wart. We aren’t cracking this without a source of light.” “Fine.” Ezekiel slipped his cell from his back pocket and flipped the flashlight app on. The beam danced around the wall before it settled on the dial of the safe. Dakota dropped the duffle bag on the floor then unzipped it. Pulling free the stethoscope, she slipped it into her ears then gripped the chestpiece in her hand. He watched as she pressed it beside the dial and slowly twisted it. She looked adorable as her brow furrowed in concentration. It made him want to kiss her hard and deep right there in the jewelry store. He glanced around the dark room. Maybe this was a bad time. “Hey,” she protested. He refocused his phone. “Sorry.” She scowled at him but kept working. It felt like they stood there for eternity. Time passed so slowly. However, it only took her a few minutes to pop the door open. Inside, amongst the bound piles of cash and files of documents, was another burlap bag. Dakota snatched it out, slammed the metal door, and spun the lock. “Umm, think we should have checked it before you shut the safe? Pity if you have to do it again,” Ezekiel chided. She glared at him as she reached into the bag and pulled whatever was inside out. In her hand was an object similar to what they found in Memphis. Instead of an emerald wrapped in gold, it was a deep red ruby. “Holy shit,” Ezekiel muttered under his breath. Dakota dropped the ruby and burlap bag into the duffle then straightened herself until she was standing. “Let’s go. We’ll compare it to your sister-in-law’s photos when we get back to the truck.” He tapped the screen of his cell to extinguish the light. He hurried down the hall to the back door. As he ran, he listened for her footsteps behind him. Neither of them stopped until they were back outside of the building and around the corner away from the alley, “Look normal,” she murmured to him. “Considering what I am, that’s asking a lot,” he replied.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “square”. **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 prodigal son,” Littlefoot greeted.
“Did my dad know that you betrayed our secret?” Ezekiel demanded. “Excuse me, Zeke? I never betrayed your father. He was my best friend.” “Well, I’m in Tennessee with your old Navy buddy, Eldon. He knows you. And he knows that your friend, Zane, was a werewolf.” There was silence. Finally Littlefoot spoke. “I talked to Zane before I told Eldon about him. Eldon told me of the network he had become a part of. It consisted of mortals across the nation that shared reports of unusual activity to protect them from creatures that wanted to feed on them. I shared what I knew because the last thing your parents needed were vigilante hunters to find them.” Ezekiel shook his head. “He said you told him about the amulet. You made us believe that you didn’t know that the Book and amulet were related.” “I told him that Zane and Evelyn had a bauble full of power. It’s evident. You held it. It vibrates power and did before the Heka was part of our family. I didn’t know there was a correlation between the two until you boys figured it out.” Ezekiel scuffed at the dirt with the tip of his boot until it formed an almost perfect square. “Why am I learning about all this now? Why don’t any of my brothers know this?” “Because, Ezekiel, I made a promise to your father to protect you boys and your mother. I made little contact with Eldon after that. The best way to keep you all safe in my eyes was to keep you sequestered from the rest of the world. No one needed to know about you and the only ones who did know were sworn to protect you.” Ezekiel swallowed back the lump in his throat. “Yeah, okay.” “How are you? Your mother misses you terribly.” “I miss her too. I’ll be home soon.” “Before the full moon?” “Hopefully.” “What’s this I hear about you having a mate?” Ezekiel laughed. “Dakota. You’ll love her.” “I can’t wait to meet her.” Ezekiel started as he felt something touch him. He turned to find Dakota gazing up at him. She wrapped her arms around his waist. “She’ll be coming back with me. How are things at home?” He heard Littlefoot’s sigh. “We need you home soon. The vampires found a new way to reach your family. They’re sending their human minions in at all times of the day to infiltrate the camp. We’ve started making space for them at the reservation but with the change and the full moon, I don’t know how long it will work.” Ezekiel rubbed his forehead. “Shit.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week is a picture prompt. **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 lush green hills of farmland rolled past as the truck raced down the highway. Ezekiel grinned to himself as he felt his hand taken captive and small, but strong fingers encompass his.
This was the perfect life he dared not dream of. The woman he loved sat beside him as they drove. All they needed to do was find the book and he could take her home to start a family. Okay, yeah. They were on the brink of the apocalypse. And yeah, there were hoards of mythical creatures gunning for them. Still, what better time to have a baby? “Turn right here,” Ezekiel was pulled from his thoughts. He twisted the steering wheel to turn it down a gravel lane. “Why here?” “Mabel and Eldon are waiting for us. I sent them pictures of the emerald but they have no idea what it is either. Eldon wants a closer look at it.” “Eldon?” Ezekiel questioned as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “The guy from the fire? Mabel was your waitress.” “Oh. The nice folks who brought us gasoline and matches so we could torch a house.” She smirked at him. “One in the same.” Weathered wooden fencing ran on either side of the road as they bumped along. An old farmhouse complete with chipping paint and a weather vane mounted to the top waited for them at the end. Ezekiel came to a stop between the home and a barn beaten hard by time and the Tennessee weather. In the distance he could see the two little girls who sat on his lap, the ones they had extracted out of that nightmare and turned over to Mabel and Eldon. He sighed as he smiled. It looked like they were adapting well to their new life.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “pink”. **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’s this I hear about you taking out a vampire kingpin?” Josiah demanded, his voice loud and crisp through the speaker.
“We think we did,” Dakota corrected. “Wait, who…” “Dakota, Josiah. Josiah, Dakota. I do more formal introductions when we get home,” Ezekiel responded. Dakota smirked at him. “Get home?” Ezekiel ran the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip. “Do you want to go back to your lonely life on the run? Or do you want to wake up next to me every morning?” Dakota’s heart fluttered in her breast at the sight. “You drive a hard bargain.” “Hey, can we get back to the vampire kingpin?” Josiah interrupted. “Save that crap for when I’m not listening on speakerphone.” “We followed Black to Memphis and found out he killed a jewelry shop owner and took over his store. His men went on a killing spree the night before we got there. We sort of broke into the store to see if the Book was there,” Ezekiel explained. “You broke in…” There was a long pause and a loud exhale. Josiah continued. “Did you find the Book?” “No, but we did find some weird emerald wrapped in gold. We took that. Dee is trying to research what it is.” “So what does this have to do with killing Black?” Dakota watched Ezekiel’s gaze dart to the ceiling. He wrung his fingers together in his lap as his cheeks tinged pink. What little she knew about her mate told her that he was about to get into trouble with his big brother. “I might have broke into the tanning salon next door to the jewelry store, stole the bulbs from the beds, and swapped them for the ones in the ballasts store,” Ezekiel confessed. “You what?” Josiah screeched. “Ezekiel Vespasian Hallow, what the fuck?” “Ezekiel Vespasian?” Dakota pried with a smirk. He shrugged. “Mom named us from the Bible, Dad was into Roman Emperors.” He turned his attention back to the phone. “The bloodsuckers turned the lights on when they got there. They only flashed before it blew the bulbs, but it was enough to nuke all of them including possibly Black. The jury is still out on him.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “bum”. **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!  Dakota slowly sat up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she laid her head against his back. She felt him caress her arm with the hand not holding the cell.
“Looks like I better let you go,” Delilah remarked. “Before you two get all frisky on me.” “Nah, not at the moment,” Ezekiel answered. He glanced over his shoulder at Dakota with a grin. “Let me introduce you to Dakota.” She sat up a little taller as he raised his phone. A auburned hair beauty was on the screen. “Hi, Dakota. My name is Delilah. I am married to Sam, the third oldest Hallow. I’m also married to Henry. Welcome to the family.” Dakota waved at the screen. “Hi. I’m Dakota. I met this bum in a bar. He was about to get his ass kicked by a bunch of vampires until I got there. I basically saved his life.” “Hey, now,” Ezekiel protested. “I was holding my own.” She noticed Delilah giving him the same smug look she was.” “I’ll go look into this and let you two get back to mating. I remember those days.” “I think we’re about to hit the road again. It’s about time for check out. We took out a vampire criminal kingpin so we need to put about as many miles between us and Memphis as we can before his hoards find us.” “We think we did,” Dakota corrected. We caught Ezekiel’s quick glare as Delilah responded. “You did what?” “Gotta go. Love ya, Sis. Talk to you soon.” Ezekiel tapped the screen to end the call. When the screen went blank he let out a heavy sigh. “What was that about?” Dakota pried. Ezekiel tossed the cell on the bed. “I probably should have kept what we did under wraps. I should have kept my mouth shut.” “Why is that?” The phone lit up answering his question. The sound of a drill sergeant barking out orders filled the tiny hotel room. Ezekiel pointed around the phone. “That. That’s the reason.” |
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