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Aphrodite Calling: Gods of Love, #2

Aphrodite Calling: Gods of Love, #2

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Aphrodite Calling: Gods of Love, #2

87 Seiten
59 Minuten
Apr 4, 2018


A god of desire on the edge of burnout meets a mortal woman with a unique and secret past.


In the arms of transgender woman Gina, has Himeros finally discovered the one with whom even an immortal could find fulfillment?

Gina is forced to confront her fears when she attends a high school reunion. Born into a male body, she spent her childhood and teens living as a boy, and has only returned in an effort to put the past behind her so she can begin to live life without the continuing fear of loneliness and rejection.

Himeros is one of the immortal gods of love, and as such it is his duty to answer the call of desire whenever a human needs him. But he has been living among mortals too long and his energy has waned. When he decides to accept one last call he finds a woman who is unique. A woman who answers his own call and offers everything he desires. A woman who understands the whole human experience, from every perspective.

Has he finally found the one with whom even a god of desire could find happiness? Forever, after all, is such a long time to be alone.

Want to read this one first in the series? Go ahead! Each of the GODS OF LOVE novellas is stand-alone with a common theme featuring the winged gods of desire known as the erotes.


This steamy romance from a USA Today bestselling author provides a guaranteed happy ending.

Apr 4, 2018

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Chapter One

DESIRE. HE COULD SENSE it. Wafting up from below to his current vantage point on the landing. His shoulders wanted to slump, but he couldn’t allow it. No matter how weary he was of this calling, he was a god. Their god. It was his duty to respond.

Perhaps his brother had the better idea. Reside with the gods, not the mortals, and come out to play only when the mood took him. That had been at the changing of the seasons, for Pothos. It was when Aphrodite’s power was at its strongest and when they all felt the mating urge most intensely.

Himeros suspected that the seasonal visitation schedule was likely to change a little for Pothos, now that his brother had found love with his human pair. A smile curved his lips as he recalled his brother’s astonishment and joy, but then the smile faded.

There was no joy here, for him. No pair of lovers such as Pothos had found. No one to tantalize and entice him out of his lethargy. But he stayed anyway, hoping, searching. Answering the endless calls to Aphrodite from those seeking sexual gratification.

So. He squared his shoulders and looked down at the sea of mortals stretched out before him on the ground floor below. Which of them is the seeker this time?

He sampled the air, testing, and his fingers tightened on the handrail. There was something different about this one. Desire, yes. Stronger than any he had felt in years. For that alone, he knew he would answer this call. But the sexual nature of the desire was edged with more. So much more. A desire for... He frowned, slanted his head to the right, and focused his gaze on the person in need.

Well, well. This was one call he had never experienced. And he thought he’d seen it all.

Excitement rippled through his body, replacing the ennui to which he’d grown accustomed.

Sweet mother.

Aphrodite, could this possibly be the one?

SO, WHICH ONE’S YOUR husband? The bane of Gina’s teenage existence looked expectantly around the room and then back with an unpleasant smile. "You are married by now, aren’t you, G? It has been fifteen years."

"That is why we’re here tonight, Maris. Our fifteen year reunion. Gina’s teeth were beginning to clench and she’d only been here twenty-two minutes. She worked her jaw reflexively. And, ah, no, I’m not married, actually."

Gay partner then? Or... The other woman’s eyes flared with curiosity. "Maybe you don’t call it that. What do you call it?"

I call it sheer stupidity for thinking things might be different fifteen years on. She took a deep, calming breath before she spoke, but the words that came out were not the ones she’d intended. I call it...engaged, just like anyone else does. He’s...there. Over at the bar. The one with the dark hair waiting for the bartender.

Shit! Why had she lied? So much for facing her past with honesty and truth. The moment she experienced that cruel gleam in Maris’ eye she reverted right back to teenage immaturity.

"But which one? There were several guys milling around the bar who could fit the dark-haired description she’d given, and this was Maris, after all. Thorough, if nothing else. Gina found her arm clutched in a tight grip as the woman tried to pull her across the room. Show me. I want to know who was brave enough to take on the Amazon ball breaker."

At the old and hated nickname Gina stopped dead, and with her ten inch height advantage over Maris, the latter had no choice but to come to a screeching halt beside her. Oops, Maris giggled, didn’t mean to call you that, Gerry. It just slipped out, you know. Old habits and all.

"Yeah. Sure. And it’s Gina." Why the hell had she decided to come along this evening? Fifteen years was not long enough to put the horrors of her past behind her. Fifty years would never be long enough to get over what Maris and her crowd had inflicted on Gina during high school.

And she could feel them staring, every last one. Not openly, of course. Most people weren’t actually that rude. But human nature being what it is, they were curious, and the surreptitious glances and raised eyebrows punctuating their own conversations were almost impossible to miss. It was what she’d expected, of course. Still, it was so hard not to turn around and walk straight out again.

Deep down, she’d always known the Eastwood High reunion was going to be a difficult evening. In the end, though, that was precisely why she decided to accept the invitation to this cocktail function. She wanted to challenge herself to face her fears of the past, and to put it where it belonged—in a great big this is history basket, so she could start a fresh chapter of her life as Gina. A woman who was strong enough to get through almost anything and look to the future without being tied down by what had gone before.

Yeah, right. And you’re doing real well with that so far, sister.

Maris had latched onto Gina as soon as she arrived at this upmarket city hotel on the banks of Melbourne’s Yarra River. No sooner had Gina picked up her name badge from the registration desk than the other woman was there, hovering. Had she been watching to see who picked up the Deveraux name tag? They all knew, of course. People talked. But none of them had seen the new Gina Deveraux, formerly Gerry, since graduation.

Drawing her into the function area and talking about her husband who worked in investment banking and their three young children, and asking about Gina’s life in the last few years. All the while with that spiteful gleam in her eye. What the hell was she going to do if Maris didn’t detach herself, but insisted instead on meeting the so-called fiancé?

You could just tell the truth. She took a deep breath and opened

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