 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! Happy New Year! This week’s word prompt is “year”. So today we are with back with Demeter in the third Gods of DC book. And today we get to know her mystery man! Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. **Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  He glanced over his shoulder before he filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove.
Demeter’s head tilted slightly as she took in the club around her, her hands folded in front of her on the bar. Freddy sucked a breath in between his teeth. He tried to will his thundering heart back to a steady beat. She was out of his league. She was a deity for fucks sake. He knew full well who Persephone's dad was. He didn’t stand a chance with her. He reached for the ornate metal tin on the shelf above his head and popped the lid off. He scooped a few of the leaves into a diffuser and set it in one of the mugs kept by the stove. Once the water inside the kettle rumbled, he picked it up and poured it into the same mug. After doctoring it with a squeeze of lemon and a drop of honey, he scooped it up and took it out to her. Her gaze never left his as she cradled the mug in her hands and took a sip. She smiled. “You are right. That is the best cup of tea I’ve ever had.” “I found the leaves last year in a little shop in China. I wish I could say it was a business trip.” He shrugged to end his point. Demeter frowned. “China?” Freddy leaned his elbows on the polished wood. Anything to get a little closer to her without being obvious. “It was more of a fact finding mission. When conflict brews on a world wide level, Stella, Athena’s priestess, and I are sent to stir the pot, so to speak. We don’t start anything. We just instigate.” Demeter set the mug on the bar as she but at her lower lip. It set off an urge deep in him to kiss her. She looked away before she spoke. “So do you travel quite a bit with Stella?” Freddy grinned at her. As the high priest of the god of war, he was attuned to certain emotions from others. One of the strongest he sensed was jealousy and it was coming off the goddess in waves. “We go as much as Stella’s girlfriend allows and as our bosses demand.” Demeter looked back at him, her eyes wide. She picked up the mug in a hurry and hid her face behind it while she took another sip. A moment passed between them before she spoke again. “For being British, your accent is not.” “Because I’m not from England.” “I can’t detect an accent at all.” “With all the travel I do, I managed to lose it. I get mistaken of being American all the time.” “I bet that drives the ladies wild. And your girlfriend must love it.” He leaned even closer to Demeter. “No girlfriend. No lover. The girls who come here do nothing for me.” “But you’re so young. How old are you? Twenty-five?”
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week is a picture prompt. I’ve hit a little snag with The Bulldog and need to do a little more research. So today we are with back with Demeter in the third Gods of DC book! And as I said a couple of weeks ago, you’ve already met her guy in both Blood Lust and Love and War. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. **Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  She hurried up the stairs to her bedroom then threw open the door to her walk-in closet. She rustled though her clothes as she thought. London wouldn’t be much warmer than home. She plucked a couple of sweaters and T-shirts from their hangers. She scooped up the handle of the duffel bag lying on the floor beneath the clothes then hauled them out to her bed. Despite the urge to toss them inside in a heap, she carefully folded each item and set it inside.
She crossed her room to grab a couple pairs of blue jeans and several delicates then tossed them in her bag. Once it was zipped up and secure, she stopped to think. She could ghost, as the younger gods and goddesses put it, and get to London in a matter of seconds. Yet Zeus forbade all of them from it, Her face fell as she thought about her king. There was more than met the eye between them and she planned to keep it from everyone, including Persephone. It had been thousands of years since Zeus enforced his will on her existence. But the look he still gave her made her blood run cold. She couldn’t shake it. It made her choose this illusion she wore like a second skin. She couldn’t risk love again not after what Zeus did to her betrothed. He might be married to her sister but he made it clear as crystal he felt he possessed her too. She glanced out her bedroom window at the rolling hills and forests of trees that surrounded her home, the grass and leaves still a weak pale green as vegetation balanced between the seasons. Maybe Dottie, her high priestess, was done feeding the horses and could drive her to the airport.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "blade”. 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.**  Nic cursed under his breath as he wove through the thick Las Vegas traffic. His mind kept processing what Jace told him. The words mob and mafia ricocheted around his brain. This was Casey. Sweet, timid-until-her-button-was-pushed-then-wild-in-the-sack Casey.
There was no way she could be this Annabelle Jace was talking about. But however many times he tried to convince himself she wasn’t, the truth hammered itself home. She was. He turned a sharp left into the parking lot of the motel on the slip Jed wrote for him. The Jeep shivered in protest. He pulled into first spot he could find and killed the engine. With a growl he hopped out and stalked towards the office. He threw open the door then froze. Casey stood at the check out window, talking softly through the plexiglass window to a man with long, thinning hair. His scraggly beard looked like it hadn’t seen a razor blade in three years. “Casey,” Nic called out. He watched her whole body stiffen. He even caught the attention of the man behind the glass. She didn’t turn around. She just kept talking. The room wasn’t that big. There was no way she missed what he said. He snarled. “Okay, Annabelle.” She spun around at him. “How do you know that?” He stalked across the room until he hovered over her, meeting her wide-eyed gaze. “I told you. I have friends in high places. So, care to explain why you took off this morning? Or why you lied to me?” She raised herself on her tiptoes until the tip of their noses nearly touched. “To save your life.” “You don’t need to protect me. I can take care of myself. And you.” She shook her head. “You have no idea what you’re up against. The smart thing for you to do is let me go.” He hissed at her. “So all I was good for was a one night stand? I was just someone for you to fuck?” He could see the shimmer of tears glisten in her eyes. “No. You’re much more than that. Please, Nic. I’m begging you. Let me go. If he catches you, there won’t be anything left for Jed to bury. Don’t do that to your brother and your friends. They love you.” “He who?” Nic demanded. She didn’t answer. She shoved past him and bolted for the door. She was gone before he could flinch.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "crazy”. 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.**  Nic slowed his pace as they reached the rail of the observation deck away from the rest of the people. He let go of her then leaned against the railing.
Casey leaned against him as she took in the sight below. The distant mountains were a dark shadow in the twilight. The rainbow lights of Vegas spread out below them. “This is beautiful,” she murmured as she hugged his arm. She looked up to find him gazing at her instead of the city. “I’m glad you like it. Jed used to bring me up here all the time after Mom died. He used to let me scream my heartbreak over the city. He would let me go crazy. No one could hear me from up here over the ruckus of the amusement rides. It helped.” “I’m sorry about your mother.” He shrugged. “It was cancer. She’s not in pain anymore. I haven’t been here since I moved to Dallas but it’s the best view of the city.” She cocked her head at him. “I noticed you didn’t pay. Should we expect security to throw us out, bad boy?” He chuckled. “I’m flattered you think I’m some devious character but no. I sort of have a life time free pass here.” “Wow, you must be one hell of a fighter to get carte blanche to a place like this.” “More like got beaten down by the head of security for most of my life. Jace Whitman? That guy from the gym with the champion belt who hangs with my brother all the time? Head of security at the Stratosphere. And Jed’s best friend since high school. He’s been a big brother to me for years so I get some of the perks from being picked on. So I’m not so much of a bad boy. More like I have friends in high places.” She ran her thumb across his lower lip. “Oh, I don’t know. You’re not like the guys I normally associate with.” His breath hitched at her touch. “And what kind of men are those.” “Business minded. Laser focused. Dedicated to a profit.” “So rich.” “Yes.” “Fuck, baby. You’re downgrading.” She caressed his cheek then dropped her hand to his chest. She trailed a finger across his shirt. She felt him stiffen at her touch. “I think I’m upgrading. There isn’t enough money in the world that compares to how you make me feel when you just look at me.” |
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