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I am Dana Littlejohn author of sensual romance. I have many tortured heroes in my books, but I would like to show you Lord Charles DeWitt. A handsome rake who grew up in a loving, happy home with well to do parents that loved each other and a hidden parental linage. Charles was charming and well educated, the type of man women fell for instantly and men wanted to befriend. He had no desire to take a wife until he met Angel...but of course, she gave him the blues!
Charles' Goddess is book 3 in the Erotes series, a series about Aphrodite's children.
Goddess Herophile is set for punishment by Zeus for misusing the powers given to her from her father, Poseidon, causing precious humans harm and distress. Aphrodite, her mother, and the Erotes, her brothers, only have one chance to save Herophile from further harm once Zeus carries out his sentence. Will it be enough time to enhance Aphrodite’s dormant gifts and make Herophile’s future better than her present?
Here is a quick excerpt to show how our leading lady tortures our 'not so willing at the time' hero.
Angel noticed the lustful look in Charles’s eyes as he stared at her. She had seen the look before in a mortal man. Over the years Angel dallied with countless amounts of sailors taking them down to her cave, keeping them for days—sometimes weeks—before releasing them. Many times she went onto land looking for men to play her sexual games. Mostly she appeared in their rooms at night and pretended to be a dream so she could have her way with them, but there were times when she changed herself into a mermaid to lure them into the water as well.
When Angel visited Mount Olympus with her mother they discussed their individual experiences with men over food and drink. Although Angel enjoyed every encounter she shared with a human being, not once had she considered taking one as a life mate. Being with one of the gods in that manner was a far better occurrence. She enjoyed Adonis’s physical attentions most andwanted to take him as a lover when she finished with having fun. A pit formed in her stomach as her mind grasped the life she once knew was now over.
Angel turned her gaze to the man at the foot of the bed. He watched her expectantly. His masculine features were unmarred by hair with high cheek bones and sensually curved lips. His expressive very appealing brown eyes focused on her. Angel closed her eyes to them and turned away.
Zeus intended for her to find her own way as a mortal. She did not know this Lord Charles DeWitt. Her mother mentioned how close Zeus was to his humans. Angel did not wish to get caught up in something she had no business doing. She had no intentions on disobeying Zeus again.
“I am not the woman you seek. My being here is merely a coincidence.”
“I was told that your beauty will never fade in my eyes. Looking at you I have no doubt it will be like that for me.” He paused. His rich brown eyes warmed her with sincerity as he searched her face. “There is something else… Something about you…calls to me. I know it’s you,” he added.
His long legs brought him to her in just two strides. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her up into his embrace. The scent of him hung around her, a soft spicy smell teasing her senses. He pressed his lips to hers in an abrupt kiss. The connection electrified her, intense and extremely
pleasurable. Her body begged to indulge in it more, but her mind yelled for caution.
“Are you one of those men that like to take advantage of women?” she asked when he let her go.
The duke was taken aback. “What? No! Of course not,” he huffed.
Releasing her arms he took a step back. The space allowed her to concentrate without the distraction of his sensual aura surrounding her.
“I would never—”
“Then what gave you the impression that I had any interest in kissing you?”
He visibly took a long controlled breath. “Madame, you have me all wrong. I thought that—”
Angel opened the space between them more. “That what? I would be one of those women who would fall at your feet just like that?” she challenged, wrapping her arms around her chest.
“You’re very handsome, Lord Charles DeWitt. I’m sure you have plenty of women who do that, but be assured I am not one of them. I have other business to attend to that does not include dallying with you.”
Angel walked away leaving the duke befuddled and his jaw agape. His face turned so red when she swung the door open she thought he would explode. Angel half expected him to grab her and shake her until she was too dizzy to stand. He walked by staring at her with narrowed eyes, but didn’t say a word. She shut the door behind him leaning on it as the tears she had been fighting finally fell.
* * * *
Charles stalked down the hall. Turning into his study, he slammed the door behind him.
He stood before the window with his arms tight around his chest. A soft knock at the door moments later was answered with a bark.
“May I offer my assistance, sir?” William's soothing voice inquired behind him.
Charles spun his fist tight at his sides. “That is the most insufferable woman I have ever met, William. Surely the gods are playing a cruel joke on me to say that she is my match!” he thundered.
William gave Charles a knowing smile. “She is very," he paused to clear his throat. "Unique in many ways, my lord.”
Charles’ eyes gaped in amazement. “Unique? You use the term too loosely, old friend.” He pointed at the door. “That woman is arrogant, rude and much too plain spoken for any woman!” he corrected. “Do you know she had the gall to dismiss me from my own bedroom!”available now at Muse it Hot Publishing
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