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This week is a picture prompt and our excerpts are 300 words. We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance. Given the story I am working on, the picture prompt below may seem a little odd. Go with me. It'll make sense.
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**Warning - there may be adult language and adult situations.**
Juliet tilted the disfigured head to the side until she could make out his jugular. Then she bared her fangs and sunk them into his flesh. Ares wasn’t kidding when he said this guy just passed. His blood was still warm on her tongue.
Once she was done, she sat back on his heels and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. She glanced up to see Ares staring off in the other direction. The god, in all of his holy splendor, looked a little green around the gills. She took a second to take him in before she spoke. “I’m done.”
“Great.” The light in his hands extinguished leaving her in the dark. A second later she was standing in his cavern again. She let out a heavy sigh as she unbuttoned her dress and let it slip down her body until it pooled at her feet on the stone floor. She didn’t know whether it was day or night anymore. Her belly was full and her eyes were sore. It was time to get some sleep. She tossed back the silk sheets of Ares’s massive bed and slipped between them. Then she laid her head on the pillow.
“You aren’t going to bed yet, are you?”
Juliet bolted up from the pillow and spun towards the voice. Ares stood beside the bed once again dressed in a pair of worn jeans and a Pearl Jam T-shirt. In each hand he held a champagne flute filled nearly to the brim. The cavern ceiling above was dark and filled with stars. The floor around them was scattered with rose petals so fresh their scent was thick in the air.
He held a flute out to her. “We’ve seen each other in our real state. Maybe we should talk.”