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9/22/2018

Tuesday Tales - PIcture Prompt

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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.
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*Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
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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?”

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9/16/2018

Tuesday Tales - Mad

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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.
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*Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
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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.

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9/10/2018

Tuesday Tales - Bridge

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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.
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*Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
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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.

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9/3/2018

Tuesday Tales - Bone

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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.
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*Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
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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.”

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