Release date: June 12th from Dreamspinner
Zygi Wyatt is an intimidating dom, but he yearns for love just like the next man. However, finding a partner who isn’t scared of his size is no easy task. The easygoing Mo seems like the answer to his prayers.
Love is the stuff of dreams. Ask the god Morpheus—he knows all about it. Mo wants Zygi in a forever kind of way, but he has to be sure of Zygi’s love before he claims him for his mate and reveals his true self.
Unfortunately, Zeus is growing increasingly unhappy with Morpheus, and Ares is determined to throw a monkey wrench into everything. Zygi and Mo will have to brave the wrath of the gods to make their dreams come true.
ZYGI led Mo into the club and found an open cabana. He sat down and motioned for a waitress. “Been waiting long?”
“I just arrived. Since you weren’t here yet, I waited for you.” Mo bit his lip. “Hope that was okay.”
“Glad you waited. I had a few things to do. Is this cabana good? Or would you prefer to move to Jeff’s? It’s fancier.” The waitress arrived and Zygi held up his hand for her to wait. “What do you want to do?”
Mo’s wide eyes looked around their cabana. “Nicer than this?”
Zygi snorted. “Yeah. He’s the owner, remember?”
“I like this one. Can we stay here?”
“Absolutely. Now, what do you want to drink?” Zygi shrugged. “We’re on my dime, so don’t be afraid to order top shelf if you want.”
Mo shifted in his seat. What in the name of the gods did that mean? He couldn’t see the main bar from here, so how would he know what was on the top shelf? What Zygi said had to mean something other than what he thought. He really wished Cam was with them so he could translate.
Zygi saw the confusion on Mo’s face. There—there was that language barrier that kept popping up. Could he really not know what it meant? “Um, what I mean is if you want a drink, you can order the expensive brands.”
Mo’s eyes lit up. “Can I have a Cherry Coke? Cam got me one at that fast-food place where the girls skated out to your car.”
Zygi stared at Mo, then looked at the equally shocked waitress. “Penny, bring me a Bud and a large Cherry Coke for him—a virgin Cherry Coke, please. Close the door when you leave too.”
“Got it.” She flashed a smiled at Mo before hurrying off.
“So, been meaning to ask you. How did you know what was going down, ah, I mean, what happened between Cam and Jeff?”
Mo lowered his eyes to the table. “Cam told me Brad had been kicked out by his long-time boyfriend, Aaron. He’d shown up on Jeff’s doorstep with some half-baked idea of using Jeff for free room and board until Aaron took him back.”
“Little bastard. Bet Cam didn’t know Brad is an award-winning actor, huh?”
“He found out later, after he and Jeff made up. Jeff said Brad set the stage in an effort to get rid of Cam. It didn’t work, of course, but the resulting argument between Jeff and Cam in the parking lot was something to see, Zygi.”
Zygi frowned—that was his problem. As he’d sat there watching the film, it was like he was seeing it for the first time. He had no real memory of the fight. Jeff and Cam acted like everything was fine and had retired to
Jeff’s penthouse to make up.
Mo chewed his bottom lip as he watched Zygi. This was what he had dreaded. He couldn’t very well tell Zygi the truth, now could he? That Cam, Jeff’s boyfriend—who was really Jeff’s mate—was the legendary Cupid. And that Cupid had a dark side, known as Jealousy, who had made an appearance thanks to Brad showing up. Oh yes, he could just imagine telling Zygi how the god of all gods, Zeus, would have Cupid’s wings if it became public knowledge the gods walked the Earth. If said knowledge got out because Cupid lost control and exposed himself? Well, Morpheus wouldn’t want to be around for the smackdown.
He couldn’t tell Zygi that Jealousy was an ugly creature who was as fearsome as he was dangerous. He also couldn’t divulge that Jealousy—in a fit of rage—might toss around a vehicle or three, in which case he would’ve had to play catch. Mo was relieved he hadn’t had to protect Jeff from Jealousy’s wrath. Somewhere in Jealousy’s twisted mind, there must have been a need or a desire not to hurt Jeff—the creature must have known what Jeff was to him. And finally, there was the issue of who Mo himself was—he wasn’t human either.
Mo twisted a paper napkin the waitress had left as he readied himself to launch into his lie. “Cam called me. He was so mad I could barely understand what he was saying. But I knew something was wrong, so I headed over here. I figured I’d get the story from Jeff. I wasn’t expecting to walk into a shouting match in the parking lot.”
The conversation stopped as the waitress brought their drinks. Mo stirred his Coke, wishing he didn’t have to lie. He wished he hadn’t had to make Zygi sleep through the whole thing. He didn’t want to lie to Zygi about Jeff catching Cam in the parking lot. Nor had he wanted to mess with the cameras in case Zygi tried to watch the argument that never took place. He hadn’t had a choice. How did humans keep all these lies straight? His foray into the human world was turning into a huge pain.
Zygi took a sip of his beer. “It’s just out of character for Jeff to put on that kind of show. He’s usually very controlled.”
“I can tell you now, Cam isn’t. He does try, though. But when he gets mad, everyone around knows it.” Mo shuddered. Boy, was that an understatement.
Zygi shrugged, unconcerned. “I guess love will make you lose your head. Then there was Brad, and that one would make a saint lose his temper. No-good bastard.”
Mo sipped his drink through a straw. Again, he didn’t understand what Zygi meant. “You don’t like Brad much.”
“No. I have no time for liars and users.” Zygi checked his watch and missed the pained look that came into
Mo’s eyes. “Damn, I guess time really does fly when you’re having fun. We better call it a night—I have to work early in the morning. You got a way home?”
“No, I don’t. I don’t have a car.” Mo couldn’t tell Zygi that his normal mode of transportation was to appear in a swirl of smoke.
“Then how did you get over here?” Zygi signed the ticket the waitress had left and stood up.
“Grabbed a taxi.” Mo wanted to scream as he added yet another lie to the growing pile he was knee-deep in already, remembering the remark Zygi had made about liars.
Zygi frowned. “You’re staying with Cam, right?”
Zygi grabbed Mo’s hand and turned to leave the cabana. “I’ll take you home. No point in wasting money on a taxi.”
Mo jerked when Zygi touched him. Once again that tingle raced up his arm. “O-oh, okay, if you’re sure you don’t mind.”
Zygi stopped as he made his way through the crowded dance floor and turned back to face Mo. “Believe me, I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.”
Author bio: M.A. Church
M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.
But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.
By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.
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