#GLBTQ ancient #greek gods getting hard in the desert give Zeus a hissy fit! by @torqure

How Hercules got his Bruise – now released as a stand-alone novella!

Greetings all. Just an FYI – the Mythologically Torqued anthology which features a ton of great stories is out from Toquere Press. In addition, each story is also released individually. My story, How Hercules Got His Bruise, is available as a stand-alone as well as in the boxed set.

After completing his twelve labors and earning a place amongst the gods on Mt. Olympus, Hercules finds himself lonely and unloved. When Zeus sends him on a special mission to stop Sisyphus from reaching his goal, he jumps at the chance, only to have his mission derailed by a staggering helping of lust.


Sisyphus has always worshipped Hercules’ manly perfection. When the two meet, sparks fly and both tumble into a night of first times. But in the morning, Hercules attempts to thwart his success and the two lovers swing fists.


When the dust settles, will their growing attraction survive? – and more importantly, will Zeus’ thunderbolt hit its mark?

Excerpt: Hercules first sees Sisyphus

Early morning found Hercules at the edge of the driest, least hospitable spot on Earth. A desert so far in the middle of nowhere, not many had ever passed through. As the sun beat down mercilessly on the parched dry soil, not a bird’s trill came to his ears. But he did hear one sound that repeated itself over and over. A scraping, rolling, and grunting came from up ahead. From this distance, he could just make out the figure of a man toiling with a giant rock at least ten times his size on a steep slope. Intrigued by the feat of strength, Hercules quickened his steps.

As he neared, the image enlarged, filing his vision with a sight so wondrous he dropped his parcel and watched, riveted. The man before him must be Sisyphus, but it wasn’t the Sisyphus he’d imagined. Far from a spindly, weak, lazy former ruler, the goliath pushing the boulder was neither pampered nor soft. He wore only a thin loincloth stretched across rounded tight buttocks. Underneath the fabric, thick muscles moved and bunched as Sisyphus bent to his task, both feet braced on the mountain. Above the finely sculpted ass, a narrow waist and sensuously curved back supported shoulders nearly as massive as Hercules’ own. The corded muscles in these quivered as Sisyphus wrapped his arms around the boulder and heaved. Hercules drew his breath and held it, mildly aware of a tingling low in his groin, as Sisyphus began his uphill journey.

Minutes stretched into hours as Hercules stood mesmerized, forgetting the heat, forgetting his thirst, focused only on Sisyphus’s supple grunting form as he pushed and rested, pushed and rested his way up the slope. About halfway up Sisyphus stopped, bracing the boulder against the side of the hill with a smaller rock that didn’t even appear large enough to hold its weight. But Sisyphus apparently knew what he was doing. He turned, leaned his back against the boulder, and wiped his brow. Then he lifted his face toward the sky.

For the first time, Hercules took in the full glory of Sisyphus. “Oh my god. He’s beautiful.” Pectorals swollen with work stood out proudly from his chest, leaving no flat planes from shoulder to shoulder. Effort-hardened biceps curved in muscular cascades from shoulder caps to elbows, tapering into thick forearms. Beneath his chest, six rows of abdominals rippled proudly with each breath and Hercules found his mouth watering at such perfection.

Even Sisyphus’ tree-trunk thighs were stunning. Each of his sculpted quadriceps bulged, competing with the others for space in a riot of masculine fervor. Hercules couldn’t help imagining those thunderous thighs trembling in passion, couldn’t stop himself from picturing what lay underneath Sisyphus’ loincloth nor what his groans of release might sound like. But the capping grace to the man’s beauty lay in his hair.

Sun-drenched a golden yellow, and as long as Poseidon’s, it billowed out around him in a silky mass. The color contrasted with the dark umber of his skin, creating a glowing halo that made Hercules ache to run his fingers through it. He’d never seen such beautiful tresses, not even on a woman. The fact a man bore the luxurious strands only turned him on more. Such hair could only mean the owner possessed strength and vitality nearly equal to his own. It was this thought, not that of any female, that engorged his cock.

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*hot* new #shifter release and a summer drink #recipe to cool you down from @christygis

Hello romance readers! Christy Gissendaner is here today with a HOT new shifter release and a tasty summer drink to sip to help cool you back down!!

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Thanks for having me today, Eva! In celebration of summer and Greta’s (the heroine in Claimed) love of sweets, I’ve brought along a cool, refreshing drink recipe. It’s perfect for lazy, hot afternoons. Enjoy!


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8 cups seeded, cubed watermelon

1 cup honeysuckle vodka (light rum or vodka may be used)

½ cup lime juice

¼ cup sugar

4 cups of ice cubes

2 cups Sprite (or other lemon-lime flavored soda)

Garnishes: slices of lime, diced watermelon, and mint leaves


To Prepare:

  1. Process watermelon in a blender until smooth. Pour through a fine, mesh strainer into a large pitcher. Discard solids.
  2. Stir vodka, lime juice, and sugar into watermelon juice.
  3. Add ice, Sprite, and stir.
  4. Serve immediately.

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Well, let me tell you, you’re gonna need a cool drink for this:


Book Description:

Successful New York politician, Cameron Maddox, is on track to be the United States’ first shifter president. With that goal in sight, he has little time for distractions. Fortunately for Greta Larrson, owner of The Beaten Path bakery, Cameron doesn’t ignore his intense response to her.
Greta’s immediately drawn to the powerful politician, but how can a weak-blooded shifter compete with the women he’s used to? Her dreams of success in the Big Apple are sidetracked when she realizes Cameron is her intended mate. Unused to the treacherous world of politics, Greta must decide if she’s willing to risk everything to be with him.

One day soon, Cameron will unify the humans and shifters of the country, but for now he must convince his intended mate to be his First Lady and join him on his path to the White House.


***Claimed is a prequel to a new series by Christy Gissendaner and features spanking, a BBW heroine, and a sexy shifter male who is prepared to take on the world…after he claims his mate.***


Cameron sat in the back of the luxury SUV the city provided him for transportation and pulled up his e-mail. Several messages required immediate responses. He forwarded them to his assistant with instructions before glancing out the tinted window.

The mid-afternoon sunlight lent a glow to the skyscrapers in the distance. The golden flames reminded him of Greta’s curls. He’d just left a meeting at City Hall, and even though he had work waiting at his office, he leaned forward to request a detour. “Carlos, take me to the Bronx.”

The driver met his gaze in the rearview mirror. “Sure thing, boss. The usual?”

“Yes. Thank you, Carlos.” Cameron settled back into the seat and resumed the scanning of his e-mail.

The past month, he’d visited to The Beaten Path, even though his office resided near Wall Street and his home in Manhattan. Visiting Greta had become the highlight of his day.

Like her namesake, the great Greta Garbo, a bundle of contradictions defined her. Beautiful, yet driven. Innocent, but with a husky voice and laugh that spoke of sex and cigarettes. Her baby blues ensnared him with a single glance.

For thirty days, he’d visited her shop under the pretext of buying cupcakes, when in reality he wanted her. He’d fought tooth and claw to bury the urge to stake his claim and carry her away to his penthouse apartment.

Enough was enough.

He stopped in front of her shop and stared through the window. His gut twisted as it always did near her.

He put his hand against the cool windowpane and stared at his resourceful, chosen mate. She didn’t see him. The hunger plaguing him, strong enough to propel him from halfway across the city, increased tenfold. He swept his gaze over her, taking advantage of the moment to study her while she was unaware of his presence.

Pink icing dotted her pert nose, and she bit her tongue when she concentrated. Cute. Innocent. Cameron couldn’t tear his gaze away. She was curvier than many women in New York. Better yet, her curves were real, unlike the plastic abominations he’d seen on the rail thin frames of women he passed on the streets. She smelled different too. Fresh, like cake batter and almonds, instead of the floral and musk so popular these days.

She looked up and saw him. Her frown of concentration eased into a smile of genuine warmth, and she motioned him inside.

“Vanilla bean cupcake with strawberry icing?” she asked as soon as he entered.

She knew his order well. And she should. “Hold the sprinkles.”

Greta laughed, just as she did every time he teased her about her overuse of the confectionary sweets. “No sprinkles. Gotcha.”

She turned away to fetch the cupcake. He peered over the counter, relishing the sight of her bent over the display case. The hem of her pink dress rose up in the back, granting him a view of lace-trimmed white garters and inches of pale thigh.

His cock hardened instantly. The animal within him unleashed a silent howl, able to recognize his mate even before Cameron had.

“How is work?” Greta asked as she presented a perfect cupcake to him on a tiny saucer. Her hand trembled as their fingers brushed, and her physical response struck a chord within him. Maybe she wasn’t as unaffected as she seemed.

“Good. Busy.”

Time to come clean and tell her he planned a trek that would someday carry him to the White House. His plan to campaign for the worldwide unification of shifters and humans was long overdue, and the upcoming Senate election was only a stepping stone.

Too many women were drawn to him because of his power, the status and influence he wielded. Few took the time to know him. Greta seemed truly interested, and he hoped her interest would continue after he revealed the truth.

Right now, he wanted Greta.



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About the Author:Christy Giddendaner

Christy Gissendaner is a paranormal and contemporary romance author who believes laughter and love should go hand in hand.


Christy lives in Alabama with her husband and three sons. She’s always hard at work on her next novel, but in her spare time she loves blackjack, karaoke, and anything resembling a vacation!


To find out more, please visit http://christygissendaner.webs.com







The red book of adult fairy tales – #shifter mayhem included! @decadentpub #99cents #PNR

Only sorcery can keep a male wolf from his mate….



I’m in good company with four other amazing authors in the new Adult Fairytales boxed set from Decadent Publishing. My story, Darkest Magic, was one of the very first released. It is my first shifter story, too. Wowsa! Here’s the deets:



Nik Epperstein’s alpha lost his mate two years ago and took an evil witch as his new bride. Ever since then, Eli’s leadership has become violent, bordering on insane. When Eli attacks him, Nik’s healing powers mysteriously vanish. He can’t defend himself, nor protect the wolf he secretly loves. Only through the help of a foul-mouthed witch and an overly-dramatic dwarf will he save her – but their assistance comes at a price.


Caroline has tried for two years to lure Nik into her bed and can’t understand his hesitation.  After all, she senses their mating bond loud and clear. Then Nik disappears. She confronts her father who tells her Nik is dead, and she’s next on his chopping block.  Without Nik to protect her, she flees the pack and is kidnapped by a man half her size.


Reunited at last, the young wolves have one last chance to ignite their bond. But love must wait when battle looms. Eli and his wife attack, and aren’t above using dirty tricks to win. If Nik and Caroline survive the battle, the dwarf and his wife will require them to make a promise that will change their lives forever…



He laid her on the bed and let his gaze feast upon her.

She was so beautiful, with her silken, golden-brown hair cascading around her, and the simple white tank top she wore accentuating the curve of her breasts. He wanted to lick, touch, and nibble her everywhere. The urgency of his need elongated his fangs, readying them to mark her as his own. Forever. Seconds later, he threw himself on top of her, spreading his scent greedily all over the woman he loved.

His cock ground against her mound and she mewled, a sound he captured with his lips. Again, her honey-sweet flavor mingled with his own, creating a mixture at once familiar and exotic. He kissed her until they panted into each other’s mouths, her hands gripping his shoulders as he writhed over her, his reasoning lost to some deep mating trance. Finally, he propped himself up so he could look at her again. “Mine. Jesus, I can’t believe you’re actually mine.”

“I always have been, Nik. Always.”

Deep in his heart, he knew it to be true. Petrina had hidden this from him, but she didn’t have the power to change fate. No, shejust tried to have Caroline killed. A low growl worked its way up his throat.

Caroline placed her palm on his chest. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Petrina. She kept me from you. From my mate.” Two strong desires warred in him. Claiming. Protecting. Both involved Caroline. If he took her now, she would always be his. But if he rid the pack of Petrina, the witch could never interfere in any of their lives again. With Petrina on her way he needed to make a decision. Sighing through his teeth, he rolled off Caroline. No matter how much he wanted, needed to claim her right this instant, he would not. Could not. Mating would have to wait.

“I’m here now, Nik.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve got to do this first, take care of the wicked witch.”

“And my father, too?”

He heard the worry in her voice, and the unspoken question. Would he kill Eli or let him live? His wolf paced. He threatened my mate. Eli deserves to die. But his human side remembered Eli’s friendship and the strong leader he used to be.

Without Petrina’s influence, could Eli become a good alpha again, or was the man simply a liability? Too old? Too weak? A willing victim for any witch with a pleasant smile and a bag full of dirty tricks? He ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I’ll deal with him after I deal with Petrina. I’ll give him a chance—one chance and that’s all.”

“Thank you.” Caroline wrapped her arms around him and held, raining kisses on his neck.

Her soft lips sent heat flaring through his core. “Stop, or I won’t be able to concentrate on anything but you.”

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” One of her hands slid down his chest, over his abs, and cupped the hard-on pressing against his zipper. Mine, his wolf demanded. Mine.


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One last chance at love – can Madame Eve save this marriage? by @ssaradaniel #1NS @decadentpub

One Night with the Bridal Party series

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Sometimes, all it takes is one night…


RevSD_One Night with her husband_SMisiting first loves, creating second chances, and confronting the past are only part of the journey. A 1Night Stand sets the stage for happily ever after… or ultimate heartbreak.


One Night With Her Husband is the newest release and the fifth of six books in the One Night with the Bridal Party series.


She walked away from her marriage seven years ago…

Marcia Johnson always assumed her husband would follow her eventually. She’d achieve success while she waited and prove her decision the right one. But when he finally turns up, she’s not ready. Her career hangs in the balance, and her weight has skyrocketed. How can she face the man she loves and show him she made the right choice? Especially when he’s matured from a decent-looking college student into the sexiest man she’s ever seen.


He’s waited seven years for his wife to finally need him…

If Adrian Torres can save her business, maybe he’ll have a shot at saving their marriage. But the woman he finds is too competent and independent to ask him for help. She even shrugs off his touch instead of reacting with the desire he hoped to ignite. Have the embers of their marriage finally died? Is it time to end their relationship and move forward?


He wants a divorce…

Her world ripped apart, Marcia turns to 1Night Stand to give her one more night before she lets Adrian go. She dares not hope for more. Even Madame Eve couldn’t have the magic to save their neglected disaster of a relationship…could she?

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For better or worse, he would not live the rest of his life in a suspended, married-but-not-married state.


“I’m sorry I shocked you with my presence.” He wasn’t sorry for surprising her, but he regretted how unwelcome his surprise had been.


She swiped at her eyes and began rummaging in the glove compartment. “You have my phone number. You could have warned me you were coming.”


His chest tightened. “Those stiff, formal calls don’t change anything, except suck away my soul. I needed to shake things up.”


“So you decided to burst in during the biggest business crisis I’ve ever faced?” She extracted a pack of tissues from the compartment and mopped her beautiful face. “I hope you have a better strategy to save my company, or we’re doomed.”


With the pressure to convince her to believe in him more intense than during his meeting with Mr. Gladstone, he crouched next to her seat. “While we work together to fix Sunburst’s crisis, we have a chance to bridge the distance between us, too.”


Mouth gaping, she met his gaze again. “Your idea of bridging the distance is to ambush me in my own conference room and then introduce yourself like we’re freaking strangers?”


Failure tasted metallic and bitter in his mouth. In his plans, he’d skipped straight to wowing her with his marketing prowess. He hadn’t considered he’d upset her so much she wouldn’t stick around to listen to his spiel. “No, I played my ace card. You put your trust in Gladstone PR. I made myself the face of Gladstone so we’d have enough common business interests that you wouldn’t immediately kick me out of your personal life.”


Marcia squeezed the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. “I don’t have time to think about anything personal right now, and I certainly can’t let my employees see me as an emotional wreck. They’re counting on me to lead them with a solid plan.”


Business and her career didn’t just come first in her heart. They owned her whole heart. Adrian had been a fool to lose sight of that. Burying his own hurt and frustration, he said, “I have a beautiful plan for the company. We’ll put it in action together.” Afterward, he’d have to decide if he could handle coming in a distant second place with her for the rest of his life. “Trust me.”


She stared at the steering wheel for a long time before turning to him. “I have to. You’re my only hope.”



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