


She glared at him as she backed away from his touch, and bumped against the wooden bed behind her. She stumbled toward her robe that lay draped over the wooden chair at the end of the bed, but he put out his arm, stopping her. Needs only a woman … no, only a nymph can fill. Zeus’ gaze fell to her round breasts and trailed down to the black wavy hair between her thighs. Have you come to me in need of healing?Įpione sat up, pushed her legs out from beneath the bedding and stood up. He dropped the sheets back down and as the air wafted against her skin, she opened her eyes. The nymph’s hands shifted from her breasts as she moved to stretch, and the action made the God’s manhood quiver to life. The air must have startled her and she stirred. The warm ocean breeze filtered through the curtains behind him as he stared down at her tanned chest while it rose and fell with the innocence of sleep. The goddess’ hair splayed around her head in a black halo and her hands rested over her bare breasts. Zeus stepped to the side of the bed and lifted the sheet to gaze at Epione’s sleeping form. Lastly, I want to thank my family (Eliot, this goes for you too) and friends - your love and humor keeps me on my toes. I can’t wait to see what the future will bring.Īlso, thank you to Jennifer Lawler for extending a welcoming hand. I also want to extend thanks to Amanda Luedeke who always has my best interests in mind. Your constant support and kind words are invaluable. I want to thank my critique partners and dearest friends Casey Dawes, Rionna Morgan, Clare Woods, and Pam Morris. The resemblance of any character to actual persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.
Names, characters, corporations, institutions, organizations, events, or locales in this novel are either the product of the author’s imagination or, if real, used fictitiously.
