Hello everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! I have to apologize. We are going to veer away from the Hallow Brothers. In the next few weeks (possibly months) I'm going to concentrate on a paranormal/Greek god romance. This all started with a speed write I did about a month ago. You can find the beginning by clicking here. This excerpt starts where that left off.
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Juliet felt the ache resonate through her body before her senses came to her. It had been a long time since sex left her hurting. It wasn’t that Ares was rough with her. On the contrary, he was the most gentle and tender lover she ever had in the few centuries she walked this cursed planet. But they went all night with very few moments to rest. It had to be just before dawn when she fell asleep on his shoulder.
She clenched her eyes closed tight. Ares. The Greek god of war. She thought she had lined up another victim to feast on. The fighter she chose was quite a specimen for a mortal man. Except he wasn’t a man. He was a god. A fucking Greek god. Fabulous.
She let out a tiny moan at the feel of silk against her naked skin. She didn’t remember this from the night before. Had the sex made her that delirious? She didn’t think so. She yawned as she slowly fluttered her eyes open.
Above her was the bluest skin she had ever seen. It was peppered with white, fluffy, cotton ball like clouds. The stream of sunshine warmed her. Memories of her past life, of days in the French court filled her mind. It felt peaceful.
Her heart slammed into her throat then pounded uncontrollably. She whimpered. Sunlight meant death. That son of a bitch knew she was a vampire. He left her out in the sunlight to die. She trembled violently as she frowned. As high up as it was, she should have already been dead. Where the hell was she? She searched around her frantically.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”