I have been wanting to join in on this fun blog hop for ages, and finally get to do so! The idea is that each author participating in the blog hop will post a scene tied to that Friday’s theme, so readers can follow the links to read scenes from a whole lot of different authors. Sound like fun to you, too?
This Friday’s theme is Hot Encounters, so I’ve got a scene I love from Hunting Medusa to share with you. I’d love to know what you think, and let me know, too, how many other hot scenes pique your interest in this blog hop.
He’d been told all his life he was destined to hunt and kill the Medusa. The notion bothered him somewhat. It always had, knowing his family existed to appease the angry Athena by committing murder. Cutting the amulet from Andrea’s skin while she lived— well, that bothered him quite a bit more.
He needed to think about this, and he couldn’t concentrate with her attached to him.
“Time for bed.”
Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
Kallan gave her a bland smile. “Time for bed.” He guided her out of the bathroom and steered her into the next doorway, flipping on the light as they went. Her bedroom.
The bed loomed large in the middle of the space, reminding him uncomfortably of being pressed up against her back in the dark kitchen.
She balked, then stumbled when he gave her arm a gentle yank. “I am not sleeping with you.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t recall asking you.” He pushed her toward the bed.
She tried to dig her feet in, but she didn’t get any traction with her boots on the hardwood and skidded into his side.
He nudged her onto the edge of the bed. “Boots.”
She stared up at him, appalled, for a long moment. “You are insane.”
One of his eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
“I’m not sleeping with you.”
“You really don’t have a choice, Medusa.” He sat down and caught one of her knees, lifting her leg to untie the shoe and push it off.
She struggled against him, making him grunt when she elbowed one of the slash marks on his arm.
He wrestled her other shoe off and then dragged her onto the bed before stretching out beside her.
She sat up, tugging on her arm. She could go nowhere so it was a futile effort.
Kallan smiled at her. “It’s been a long night. Lie down.”
“I’ll kill you.”
He laughed. She never stopped. “I think that’s my job, my Medusa.”
“I’m not your Medusa. I’m not your anything. My name is Andi.”
He put his free hand behind his head and studied her for a long moment. “Andrea Rosakis. I know your name.”
“How did you find me?”
“I don’t think we’ll discuss that. But I suppose I should inquire as to whether there are any weapons in your nightstand I need to worry about tonight.”
Her look of disbelief made him sit up. He crawled over her, then straddled her and tried not to think about the position while he used his free hand to pull open the drawer. A flashlight, hefty enough to bash him in the head. He tossed it away so it clattered across the floor and landed near the closet. A tattered book. He flipped it over to look at the cover. A romance novel—the half-naked hero on the cover ravishing the slightly more dressed woman in his arms. The worst she could do with that was give him some paper cuts. Or another painful erection.
Kallan cleared his throat and dropped the book back into the drawer, where there were still some scattered papers, a pen—which he threw in the direction of the flashlight—a black satin sleep mask, and way in the back… He closed his fingers around something more substantial than the pen.
A vibrator, he discovered when he pulled it out of the drawer.
He shot her a quizzical glance and found her face averted, but not enough that he couldn’t see the hot color staining her cheeks. He glanced back at the toy, imagining her using it despite his best intentions. He could understand a woman like the Medusa having the same needs as other women. But why wouldn’t she indulge them with a flesh and blood man? She only suffered the effects of the curse for a few days each month. He flipped the tiny switch on the bottom of the vibrator, and the thing hummed to life.
Under him, she stiffened, turning her face further away.
He shut it off and dropped it back into the drawer. “Well, I don’t think I’d consider that a weapon,” he said lightly. He was suddenly aware of how close she was again, her breasts a scant inch from his belly, her thighs pressed tight between his knees. Her scent teased his nose—something with wildflowers and herbs. He sniffed. Basil, maybe. And sandalwood. Something else. He resisted the urge to lean nearer to find out what and climbed off her, ignoring his body’s protest. It had definitely been too long since he’d indulged his own needs if he couldn’t control these urges around the Medusa for even an hour.
So let me know what you think. And then keep following the blog hop to read more great story snippets!
My shiny new cover art! isn’t it pretty?