Blurb
Nike,
the goddess of speed can’t move. She’s the goddess of strength
and she can’t shatter her curse. The goddess of victory has lost
her weapons—her shield and spear. She put her faith in a human,
only to be cursed. Can another human be the key to her salvation and
freedom from the clay?
Charlie
needs someone who can understand him. A person to cherish him. Male
or female, he doesn’t care. He’s intrigued by Nike’s statue.
Call him infatuated. But she’s a statue and they don’t come to
life from true love’s kiss, do they?
Excerpt
“Try
it.” Zelus nodded. “It’s not hard stuff. Just wine from
Olympus.”
Oh
Jesus. He’d heard this line of bullshit before. His friends wanted
to sell their story about Olympus, but he wasn’t buying. He refused
to drink. “If I down that, I might believe you and there’s no way
that’s happening.”
Kay
shrugged. “It’ll make you feel better.”
“To
know you’re lying or to get drunk?” Charlie asked. “Olympus,
Gods, statues … it’s not right to dick with people.”
Bia
took a swig. “I get it.” She stayed beside him. “You think
things are one way, then they go sideways. We keep trying to convince
you to believe us, but we don’t show you what’s real.” She
rested her head on his shoulder. “You’re right to be concerned.”
“Yeah.”
He didn’t understand, but she seemed to care. He took the flask.
Maybe drinking would help. He’d forget his problems for a while.
Sure, the issues would still be there, but he’d have a respite. He
tipped his head back and the sweet liquid slid down his throat. The
drink reminded him of apples, but with spice. Not cider, though. His
mouth chilled, but the liquid warmed his soul. His head swam. “I
should stop.” He downed another swig. “Really.” But he wanted
more.
“Then
stop.” Kay took the flask. “Feel better?”
“Not
really.” He leaned back against the foot of the statue. If he
wasn’t mistaken, her foot felt warm. Real. Not possible. This had
to be a figment of his imagination or a result of the drink. His mind
was playing tricks on him. But why was he so horny all the sudden?
Booze never made him want to hump everything in sight.
“Let’s
get you home.” Zelus offered his arm. “Come on.”
“No.”
He shook his head and blinked. “Did you drug me?”
“It’s
the nectar of the gods.” Camden laughed. “Not drugs. Good,
though, isn’t it?”
“It’s
wine.” Andy helped Zelus hoist Charlie to his feet. “The wine
amplifies your heart’s desire. You’re not drunk, I promise.”
He
allowed them to help him to stand, but he shook his head. Life seemed
to slow down. He blinked again. The horniness increased. He wriggled
free from the guys. Neither could help him with his suddenly
overactive libido. All six individuals were taken and none of them
turned him on. “I don’t get it. There’s something wrong with
me. I can’t find anyone to love me.” Why was he telling them
this? He whooped, then faced the statue. “I bet I can’t even turn
this statue on.” He hopped onto the base of the sculpture, standing
nose to nose with the woman. “See?” He kissed her. “Think you
can love me, baby? I’ll fuck you senseless, but I want to wear your
clothes and have you fuck me, too. Isn’t that messed up?” He
kissed the statue again. “See?” He glanced back at his friends.
“She isn’t interested. No one is.” Oh well. Love, even with a
statue wasn’t in his future. Such was life…
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