 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "potshot”. Today we are with Nic and Casey in the second book of the Fighting the Odds Series, The Bulldog. We'll be checking in this these two for the rest of December then heading back to Demeter. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. **Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Photo courtesy of Valeria Boltneva https://www.pexels.com/photo/close-up-photography-of-wine-glasses-1123260/ Casey sucked in a nervous breath as she settled into the chair Nic pulled free for her. She felt like a girl on her first date. The butterflies threatened to escape from her belly. She had been on plenty of dates to higher class places than this. For reasons she didn’t understand, this fighter undid her. The whole concept terrified her. She had enough on her plate as is.
She took the menu offered to her and hid behind it to get a second or two to calm her nerves. She glanced around it to see Nic studying his. The waitress stopped and smiled at them. “Can I get you something from the bar?” “A merlot,” Casey answered, her voice just a squeak. “What do you have on tap?” Nic added. Their voices were a buzz to Casey as the two of them discussed craft beers. She set her menu down on the table then knitted her fingers together as she gnawed on her lower lip. Her whole body stilled when a warm hand encompassed hers. “Is everything okay?” Nic questioned. His amused smile from earlier was gone. “It’s nothing. This is perfect. You’re perfect. I’m afraid of screwing the night up.” “Beautiful, there is nothing you could do to screw this up.” She smirked at him. “Aren’t you a sweet talker? Do you say that to all the girls you wine and dine?” Nic clutched his hands to his heart in such a dramatic fashion that it should have won him an Academy Award. “Was that a potshot? I am wounded that you would feel that way about me.” His comment broke the tension springing tight through Casey. She laughed as she tossed her napkin at him. He caught it in midair. “Right. Sexy fighter like you? I’m sure you have women banging down your door.” He grinned at her as set the napkin beside his on the table. “You think I’m sexy, huh?” She shook her head exasperated. “You’re incorrigible.” “Yes, I am. But to be honest, I don’t remember the last time I was on a date. I didn’t date in Dallas. I didn’t have time between working and training. So my womanizing days are behind me.” Casey winked at him. “So you admit you were a womanizer.” Nic’s cheeks pinked a little as he looked away. “Yes. When Reese lived here before he moved to Iowa. But that was a long time ago.” “Reese? That guy at the gym when we were…” Her voice trailed off as she felt her cheeks flame hot. It wasn’t the only part of her anatomy getting warm. The memory of him bring her to such a all-consuming rush made her crave to do it again. “One and the same.”
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "thanksgiving”. This not the story I wanted to share. I have a book due before it but the prompt wouldn’t fit. So, here is Demeter in the third book of The Gods of DC Series! And her man? You’ve met him before. 😉 Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Photo by Bich Tran from Pexels https://www.pexels.com/photo/writings-in-a-planner-636246/ It should have been a time of Thanksgiving. It really should have.
Demeter stared at the calendar hanging from her kitchen wall, the mauve flowered wallpaper a stark contrast to the photo of orange calico kittens frolicking in a basket. She gripped the red marker between her fingers a little tighter. There were only three more weeks until her precious daughter, Persephone, would be home. There were already signs of the seasons changing every time Demeter thought about it. The temperatures peaked above freezing when Demeter planned out Persephone’s homecoming, taking particular care to avoid pomegranates. The fruit had been a touchy subject between them for thousands of years. It was best to ban them from the house altogether. If that wasn’t enough, the Pantheon had been blessed with the birth of two new demigods and Demeter was a great aunt once again. Annabella was the first to arrive, her near black hair and big, dark eyes made her a miniature image of her mother, Juliet. A little over a month later, Marcus followed her. He was the hairiest baby Demeter had ever seen but also the happiest. It was easy to see he got his looks from his father, Mack. His demeanor? Not so much. Yet all the joy fell from Demeter’s heart and tension returned when she discovered that Penelope was not in the Underworld ruling as its queen like she was supposed to be. She was in the mortal world at her husband’s side while Hades set up his new mixed martial arts promotion. And it wasn’t a rumor. She heard it directly from Ares, Hades’s partner, during her last visit to see Annabella. In fact, it was the first time she had seen her nephew since the little girl had been born. Persephone was in her world and she had no idea. That bastard, Hades, kept her to himself and didn’t bother to let Demeter know. The last she heard, the promotion was just some ideas on paper. In reality they were in the final planning stages of their first show. The marker in her hand bowed dangerously against her grip. Hades. Ares. Mack. She spit the names like curses. They were all neck deep involved with this charade. They all could have called her, shot her a text or sent an e-mail. All she wanted to do was see her daughter. Was that so wrong? Demeter sighed as she stepped away from the calendar and set the marker on the counter. The last she heard, the three of them set up shop in Ares’s fight club in London. That’s where Persephone would be. That’s where she was heading now.  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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