Even a god can be afraid...
Maxfield Stanton has a secret. He’s not just the swim instructor at the YMCA. He’s actually Poseidon, the Greek god of the seas and earthquakes.
And as Poseidon, he also has a secret. He’s going to die. Just as the other Olympians have, he’s going to cease to exist. And tonight, he wants one last fling before he disappears.
Greg Turner isn’t the traditional dream man. He’s quiet, shy, and has a little pot-belly and love handles. But he’s there when Poseidon needs him, and now the god of earthquakes is about to find his world rocked.
Genres: Gay/Contemporary Fantasy/Exhibitionism/Public Places
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (13k words)
Read a short excerpt...
...Poseidon shot Greg a sideways glance. What was with him? He was sorry now he’d asked the other man to join him. If he wanted silent, sullen company, he could enjoy his own.
Funny, though, he’d never noticed that even stooped, Greg was as tall as he was.
He’d taken off his glasses, too. Poseidon was surprised to see that his eyes were the clear blue of the Aegean where it met the shore.
“So, how’d you get Donny out of the pool?” Greg made a visible effort to restart the conversation. Poseidon was going to ignore it, but then that little smile appeared again. “In case his mother signs him up for my class.”
Yeah, definitely a sexy smile.
Poseidon’s step stuttered. Where was that idea coming from? Greg wasn’t sexy. Greg was… Well, okay, the hair was nice. And he had a nice set of shoulders. If they weren’t slumped. If you got rid of the print shirts, maybe…
No. Greg wasn’t sexy.
But obviously, he, Poseidon, hadn’t been getting enough action if he thought the other man was for even a second.
When was the last time he’d gotten some?
Poseidon thought for a moment. That would be that Berkley co-ed in ’66. Forty-six, no, forty-seven years ago.
Poseidon had never been the player his brother Zeus was. Though one didn’t sire the number of naiads he had by just lying around. He’d had his flings. Certainly more than poor Hades had.
But forty-seven years. When he’d had eternity, decades hadn’t been any more than days to him. Now, though, with his end near, he had to make time count.
Well, he’d end that dry spell tonight. While he had his drinks with Greg, he could check out likely prospects.
“Not telling?” Greg was looking at him, his smile slipping from teasing to uncertain.
Poseidon pulled his thoughts together. He grinned at Greg, surprised and pleased to see a slight blush pinken his cheeks. Leaning close, his lips just brushing the other man’s hair, he whispered, “Uh-uh. It’s a secret.” He blew in Greg’s ear, taking pleasure in the fact that the other man couldn’t hide his shiver.
He didn’t know if Greg was straight, gay, or in-between, but it could be fun finding out...