"New Worlds Are Our Oyster."
Lucinda Betts writes action-packed fantasy romances for Kensington's Aphrodisia line, and her titles include PURE SEX, NIGHT SPELL, MOON SHADOW, and THE SUPPLICANT. Next year, look for EROS ISLAND, SHE, and RUNNING WILD. She writes romance because she loves exploring the internal battle strong women face when they fall in love--and her heroes always make yielding worth the trouble. She's won numerous writing awards, including the prestigious Gayle Wilson Award for Excellence in Writing, the Reviewer's Choice Award at Road to Romance, the Fallen Angels Reviewer's Choice Award, and a Coffee Times Romance Recommended Read. She was also a 2006 PEARL finalist in the Best Debut Author category. Like all romance writers, she lives in a wind-swept castle with my handsome prince. They help each other battle ferocious dragons when not out surveying the Amazonian rainforests or the plains of East Africa. You can read excerpts and reviews on the web at www.LucindaBetts.com.
An Interview with Lucinda Betts
PNR: How do you manage to balance your writing and personal time? What do you enjoy doing when you are not writing?
I don't think I manage my time--it manages me! It seems like I have a million things to do and I just keep chipping away at them and mostly they get done. When my life gets too hairy (which happens too frequently with all my hirsute pet tarantulas), I make lists. I make sure to put a lot of easy stuff on it so when I cross things off, I feel very diligent.
What do I do when I'm not writing? I train the seagulls on the beach. You know how they line up in neat little queue? I like to teach them to do that. I tried to teach them to catch crabs for me, but they don't like to share.
I figure there's a small chance you want a serious answer. In that case, I have an overwhelming passion for animals, especially horses. I compete in the local reining shows on a beautiful little sorrel mare. I also read a lot, but you probably figured that.
PNR: What are the greatest challenges to you as an author? The greatest rewards?
For me, the greatest challenge is staying on schedule. I have so many great book ideas and I don't have enough time to get them all down. I have ideas for non-fiction and contemps, and kids books, and magazines. I have to restrain myself, which is a frustrating feeling. I wish I could be a plant so I could photosynthesize instead of eat. I just read that some zebrafish are insomniacs and it doesn't hurt their fishy behavior in the least. I wonder if someone could splice those characteristics into my genes?
What's the biggest reward? Hearing from fans is cool. I'll never get tired of fan mail (Not that that's a hint or anything.) I also think it's cool when I google myself (yes, I sink that low, especially when procrastinating) and find people just chatting about my work or something I said on some blog someplace (also while procrastinating).
PNR: Being a newly published author, who or what has been the biggest influence on your work? Who or what has been your biggest support?
Biggest influence… Remember Xaviera Hollander, author of The Happy Hooker? I'd have to list her. I found that book hidden in one of my parents' bedstands, and... Well, I don't need to elaborate further. Also, Patricia McKillip. (Who'd probably choke to see her name next to Xaviera's--I would!) Her prose takes my breath away, and I love her world building. Lastly, I'd put up Kathleen Woodiwiss. I found her book, The Wolf and the Dove, in the same stash as The Happy Hooker.
I guess the moral of the story is: watch what books you hide from your teenaged girls!
Who's been my biggest supporter? Like I say in my bio, I live in a remote, windswept castle with my handsome prince--as do all romance authors, btw. He's my biggest supporter.
PNR: Congratulations! You were a finalist in the 2006 PEARL Award for Debut Author. You have received awards and a great deal of reader admiration for your writing. How does it feel to have such positive recognition for your work?
Thanks so much for the congrats. I was thrilled with that status, especially since the other authors in that category are so damned good! Diedre Knight's Parallel Attraction was a fantastic book, and everything by Deborah MacGilivray is fantastic.
PNR: What do you consider to be the key elements of a great story?
My crit partner is totally into craft. She can dissect any novel into its component parts, tell you where they're weak and where they're strong. She lives and dies by character arcs and GMCs. I try to keep those kinds of concepts in mind as I write (and she really gets after me if I don't), but when I read, I'm much more forgiving. Books that would never get past my CP can suck me in. I'm a sucker for great prose (like Alice Hoffman or Patricia McKillip or even Bret Easton Ellis). I love world building (like Sharon Shinn or George RR Martin). You can't have a great story without great characters. I know some people are sticklers for likeable characters, but I don't think that's so important. Oscar and Lucinda? They were great, even if I couldn't quite like them. Alice Verney in Dark Angels? Not a likeable girl, but an admirable one. I rooted for her completely. Cruisie-like conflict makes a book fantastic too.
There are so many great authors out there, that it's intimidating even to list them like this! I can't pick one aspect as most important; they all are.
PNR: Reviewers and readers are excited about the July 07 release of THE SUPPLICANT; could you tell us where the idea came from and a little about the storyline?
The reviews for this story still make me laugh with delight. Mila Bean at CoffeeTime Romance said, "There is only one way to describe this book--AWESOME!" She also said something about genius, which although I find difficult to believe, thrills me. I love Mila Bean!
The story line... In this fantasy world, a comet appears in the sky, and that comet has meaning for the various religions of the world--a Supplicant has come of age. Across the world, secular and religious rulers seek the Supplicant because the person who brings her to orgasm gets his or her wish granted by the One God. The Supplicant is a young nanny. Raiding barbarians killed her parents and brother. She doesn’t know anything about comets or portents or kings. But the king in the land in which she lives wants to find her badly. The barbarians are killing his people, and he wants to stop them. If he can find her, he can make her Supplicant status official, and he can save his land. Unfortunately, the religious doctrine of his land says that the Supplicant must be kept stoned out of her mind so that she always craves sexual release. The sex drug makes users mad over a short period of time, and the king is faced with a choice: to ruin this beautiful, intelligent, well-grounded woman with seduction drugs or face the downfall of his land. She, too, is faced with a difficult set of choices. Everyone she meets after her status is established wants to use her. She has to figure out what kind of person she is and how she will use this power. For her, this is a coming-of-age story—with a very kinky flair.
You asked where the story came from. I don't really know. I have a twisted and sometimes dirty mind. When I write erotic romances, I like the sex to be necessary, so I'm always looking for ways that might make sex necessary. I think a lot of people have this fantasy where they have sex against their will and end up liking it. Why else would The Story of O be so popular? But the number of ways you can make a hero insist on having sex with the heroine and not make him an a!@*hole are pretty limited. THE SUPPLICANT started with this idea that the heroine had to have sex to get a wish granted. Then I changed it a little bit so that she didn't get the wish granted—the person who brought her to orgasm did. I needed the hero to be a good guy faced with hard choices, so I made him a king in trouble. The rest of the story fell into place--especially after my cp finished with her painful but magical touch.
PNR: Apparently you have been burning the midnight oil at your keyboard, your website says that you have three upcoming releases in 2008, Eros Island, She, and Running Wild; could you tell us a little about these projects? A sneak peek perhaps?
I'm a lucky, lucky girl to have so many contracts! And I love writing for Kensington's Aphrodisia line because they let me write whatever crazy thing I come up with. And it's true I have three releases for 2008, but the first one is a novella, so it's not quite as heroic as it sounds.
A quick summary... EROS ISLAND is going to rock. I've been teamed with two of the most talented paranormal authors out there: Dawn Thompson and Devyn Quinn. All three of us have earned 4 stars from RT and won awards, so I'm expecting fans to really enjoy this book.
"Centaur Heart" is my contribution to EROS ISLAND. It's set in pre-Hellenic Crete, in a time before Hera and Zeus. The Princess of Knossos, Akantha, is about to wed Lycurgus if he can prove himself in the Mother Rite, but Chiron, the Centaur King, really wants to change her mind. He knows the Lycurgus wants to bring down the matriarchy and replace it with a male-dominated rule. This story is packed with action--leopards trained to maul, sword fights, gods and goddesses come to earth--and a lot of sex. You can read the back cover copy for this and the other stories on my website: www.lucindabetts.com
As you noted, I have two single titles coming out, too: SHE and RUNNING WILD. SHE is an urban fantasy set in Cameron County, PA and Manhattan. The heroine is a shape-shifting unicorn. The hero is a wizard in Manhattan. His ancient book of spells has been stolen, and someone is killing and dehorning her fellow unicorns. They need to find some way to work together to defeat the evil forces.
The funny thing about this book is the cover. The woman on the cover is definitely a brunette. The back cover says she's blonde. The story is about a blonde. I mean, come on. Who ever heard of a brunette unicorn? I guess Kensington is notorious for this. I saw one of the reviewers at Dear Author complain about the man on the cover of IF HIS KISS IS WICKED. Apparently, he looked nothing like the hero. For our readers, please be assured that we authors have absolutely no control over this. Believe me, I whined and moaned and complained and whined some more. The cover remained brunette. At least the cover is pretty!
I'm putting the final touches on RUNNING WILD right now. (Okay, not exactly right now since I'm doing this interview, but…) It's very loosely based on The Enchanted Horse from 1001 ARABIAN NIGHTS. Badr the Bad curses the heroine so that she turns into a flying horse by day. The hero's sister rules his land, and the same magician has kidnapped her. Worse than that, across all the lands, auguries are foretelling the awakening of shitani, local demons. The hero and heroine need to defeat the magician and rid the world of demons.
Before I was an author, I spent a lot of time in East Africa. The shitani legend came from there, but it wasn't nearly so grandiose. Little girls are told that they must wash their feet before bed, because if they don't, little demons will lick their feet clean and the girls will be invisible in the morning. Readers of RUNNING WILD might recognize that element.
So you want an excerpt, do you…
"Princess Shiraz?" a voice asked from several steps behind her, and despite the desert's morning heat beating down on the silk canopy, the words sent chills through her.
The voice wasn't feminine—it was masculine, and no man was permitted near her, certainly not within her canopy. No man was permitted to speak to her, none save her father and brothers.
And this man's voice, flat and eerily cold, did not belong to a relative.
Shiraz ignored the speaker. Refusing to acknowledge him, she watched the klerin below instead, his chanted words lost in the slight breeze, his long grey beard waving. Keeping her eyes locked on him, she vowed she would not enter her marriage—regardless of how unwanted it was—with her name smirched by some stranger sneaking up behind her on the first day of her wedding ceremony.
"Princess Shiraz?" the intruder said again, and the way his mouth slid over her name reminded her of a snake. According to tradition, no one was to move, much less speak, during this part of the marriage ceremony. That this man dared break the rules declared his evil intensions—the voice belonged to a slithering predator.
Ignoring her pounding heart, she kept her attention focused on the spectacle unfolding against the sandstone cliffs. Her husband-to-be, the Raj ir Adham, draped in gold cloth with ruby embroidery, stood as solidly as the pillars supporting the billowing silk tent in which he stood. His broad face was impassive, and his blonde hair was tucked neatly into his turban. If he were hot—and he must be, in the baking heat—he gave no sign. No sweat dripped down his face or colored his clothing. On the other hand, klerin's black robe was stained with perspiration.
"Princess Shiraz?" the stranger said again, more insistently this time. More frightening, he sounded closer. Had he stepped nearer?
He wouldn't dare touch her, Shiraz told herself. No man who valued his life would touch a woman who was not family. That he'd do so during her wedding ceremony was unthinkable.
Standing so still that the golden bells lining the hem of her veil didn't so much as tinkle, Shiraz tried to reign in her anger. What her maid was doing. Had she fallen asleep on her feet in the morning heat? Duha should've been driving this man away, should've been protecting the Princess and her name.
"Princess Shiraz," the stranger said in her ear. She could feel the heat of his body through her silk oraz, smell his oddly feminine scent of gardenia blossoms. If he leaned forward...
If he leaned forward and touched her, her world would crash to an end. If he touched her, she was ruined. No matter how she protested her innocence, the people—her family even—would view her as spoiled. They'd think she'd asked for this attention.
The anger she'd been holding back crackled through her veins and something in Shiraz snapped.
She'd done nothing wrong. She'd given up every hope and dream so that her family might flourish and her country might conquer the demonic shitani. She might want freedom—freedom from this marriage and from any other, freedom from the demands of her father, her country—but she didn't want it at the cost of her repute or her family's name.
That this man—this stranger—would take her sacrifice, shred it, and toss it into the six winds... She couldn't bear the thought.
Shiraz shifted her weight ever so slightly, purposefully making several of her tiny bells ring. The noise wasn't loud, not compared to the droning chant of the klerin as he opened the nine-day ceremony with his sun-welcoming prayer, but she hoped it was loud enough to rouse her maid.
She hoped in vain. The slope of Duha's ancient shoulder remained unchanged, oblivious to her faint call for help. With all her female relatives under this canopy, why did no one see this intruder lurking behind her? Why did no one stop him?
And then she realized: The man must be dressed as a woman, perhaps was even perfumed as one.
Shiraz could only conclude that he was insane. That he was here at all testified to a deranged mental state. Her father's soldiers would behead him for walking into this tent and approaching her. Only a crazy man would take that risk.
"Princes Shiraz," the stranger said, running his fingertips over the small of her back. She froze absolutely, like a mouse hypnotized by a cobra's gaze. If a serpent slithered over her skin, she knew exactly what it'd feel like—his touch.
"I can grant your heart's desire," he whispered. "I can grant your heart's desire."
She stifled a shriek of rage as fear poured through her. Pain writhed across her back, burning the path of his cold fingertips. If he'd used a red hot poker he couldn't have hurt her any more. With his touch, her name, her family's name was destroyed. Destroyed.
Before she could move, before she could draw in even one more breath, shame enveloped her. She was officially spoiled—she could no longer marry the Raj standing under the billowing tent. According to the klerin, who were obeyed on all things, she could no longer marry anyone, not even the lowliest stable boy in her father's barns.
She quickly squashed the bolt of joy that raced through her at the thought of such freedom. She squashed it flat. She was a Princess. She would do as asked, as needed.
And she was nothing if not pragmatic.
Shiraz took a deep breath. No one had seen the touch, or at least none of the women in her marriage tent had shouted an objection. No one could see the invisible filth she felt creeping over her skin. The klerin could not condemn her—not yet, not without proof.
Fear and rage gave way to cold calculation. She would not stand here and become a victim. If she confronted the stranger behind her, she'd be accused, perhaps beheaded. If she ignored him, someone might see the way he was touching her, spoiling her—then she would be accused and beheaded.
These were not acceptable outcomes.
But one other solution suggested itself.
The alien heat of the man's body told her exactly where he stood, told her exactly where to strike. Lifting her foot so gracefully that not one of her little bells rang, she stepped backwards and down. With deliberate slowness she dug the pointy heel of her slipper—made of stallion bone—into his foot, just above his toes. Then she shifted all her weight into her heel...and she thought she heard bones crunch—his bones, the bones of the top of his left foot.
A masculine yelp started to come from his throat, and then—silence. She stumbled as the foot beneath her heel unexpectedly vanished, and her bells jangled in the quiet morning.
Duha shot her a worried glance, the wattles on her old neck shaking. Her aunts and cousins stared too, but Shiraz was too distracted to care. Even as her mother-in-law-to-be glared at her, Shiraz couldn't do more than demure cast her eyes down as rage and confusion coursed through her.
The stranger hadn't pulled back or stepped away as she'd expected—he'd simply vanished.
And suddenly Shiraz thought she might faint right here, right now in the middle of the first day of her wedding ceremony—because the touch from this disappearing man could mean only one thing: No regular madman was harassing her for his own twisted entertainment, which would have been bad enough. Instead, a magician had cursed her—touched her, ruined her. And no one won a battle against a magician.
She was doomed.
She looked up into the sky, praying a prayer the klerin below couldn't begin to understand, a prayer beseeching the Lord of the Moon for some way out of the magician's eye. Let him find someone else, anyone else.
But as her gaze landed on a speck flying high in the heavens, her heart sunk. Seeing that speck she realized—the hour was too late for her salvation. The magician's curse had already taken hold of her, and by proxy, her land.
The nine-day wedding ceremony was dictated by strict rules that tolerated no deviation, and unless she'd lost her mind, a huge deviation flew above them.
With flashing wings, a golden pegaz soared over the Amr Mountains, ridden by someone in a black robe.
Only one person rode a pegaz: the magician, Badr the Bad. And although he was leaving, Shiraz had no doubt that whatever evil seeds he'd planted would linger—and grow.
PNR: Do you feel your writing is character driven or plot driven? How do you balance these two elements?
Dee, you love these craft questions! Have you been talking to my CP?! She torments me like this, too.
Seriously, I think both characters and plot drive my books. I think that's one of the reasons they're so well reviewed, and I have to thank my CP for that. She's taken all these Jenny Cruisie workshops and she makes me behave as if I've taken them!
Before I write even one line of a book, I start with this general idea of conflict, between the hero and heroine and also in their world. I try to make those things come together so that the conflict between the players is worsened by the conflict in the world. All that conflict has to be overcome before the end of the book.
My CP used to try to make me fill out these forms with arcs and goals and motivations. I tried it a few times, but I always change them when I write the story, so I quit filling them out. But the concept stuck in my head. You've got to have both characters in conflict and a world in conflict.
PNR: Could you tell us a little about the development of your characters? Who has been your favorite character to write? The most challenging?
Oh, I can't pick a favorite character! That's like picking a favorite child! My heroes in my novels get more of my attention, so I know them a little better than my novella heroes. Kalief, the king in THE SUPPLICANT, was a bit of an a!$*hole, but he loved his heroine and he came to his senses. And really, no one could blame him for his a&%!holedness. He behaved in a way consistent with human behavior. Most men don't want the loves of their lives to sleep with other men. Gage, my hero in MOON SHADOW, was hard to write because he was an alcoholic. There's nothing heroic about an alcoholic. But no matter what I did to the story, he was a drunk, so I had to embrace him. He didn't let me down though. He pulled himself up by his bootstraps and conquered the bad guy at incredible risk to himself. Besides, he cooks and cleans. THAT is heroic!
PNR: With the recent reader interest in erotic romance, print publishers have entered a market niche that was formally covered by the epublishers. What do you feel accounts for the shift in attitude toward erotic romance; reader and publisher?
I don't know, but I'm sure glad it happened! I was so excited when Secrets came out, replacing the terrible erotica Red Sage had been putting out. I remember reading it and thinking I could write these. I really liked the length. I could write one and writing wouldn't take over my life. I didn't know anything about e-publishers at the time, but I was thrilled that sexy romances were back after the demise of the bodice ripper (of which I was a great fan). As a writer, I'm even doubly glad for the shift.
PNR: How do you feel the sensual/erotic genre has affected the romance genre in general, the paranormal genre specifically? In your opinion, how far can you go with erotic content and have it still be considered romance?
Romance has always had its really sexy authors. Rosemary Rogers and Harold Robbins, for example, always had deliciously graphic scenes. (I'm sure there were other authors like this from this time period, but I was stealing my mother's books at the time so my education is limited to what she was reading!) Before that, there was DH Lawrence and Anais Nin.
But now that there're entire imprints devoted to sexy books, I think graphic sexuality has become more pervasive. Angela Knight's books are shelved on the ordinary romance shelf in the bookstore, and her covers (unlike mine) don't come with a warning! But I don't think sex is necessary for good paranormal romances (Jade Lee and Marjorie Liu come to mind).
How far can you go and still have a book be considered romance? If the hero and heroine end up together, it seems like you have a romance--regardless of how much sex was had, even if it was with other people, even if it was with sex between people of the same sex.
Some hard-to-cross lines probably exist. DearAuthor has talked about the rape element. It's difficult (but not impossible) to redeem a raping hero. (Of course, Rosemary Rogers did it at least once in each of her books.) But sex between two willing partners is acceptable, no matter how odd the partners are. It's the willingness that matters.
PNR: How would you describe the sensuality level of your books; do you find it challenging to write the hot love/sex scenes that readers demand?
My books are hot and sometime a little kinky. Sometimes I do the full bondage thing--a little spanking and tying. Sometimes I have f/f scenes...or f/f/f scenes. I haven't done the m/m thing yet--oh, wait. I take that back. There's a m/m scene in RUNNING WILD. But my partners are always willing, and the sex scenes are always part of the plot. I also have some stories where the sex scenes are less kinky. SHE is sweeter than the others, for instance.
Do I find it challenging to write these scenes? What a personal question, Dee! But the answer is no. I'm in my character's head when I write, and the scenes just come. (haha!)
PNR: What is it about the paranormal romance genre that captures your imagination?
I like the world building. I can invent whatever constraints I want to hone the tension between my characters. The problems that keep them apart can be magic based. Contemps are too constrained by reality.
PNR: You have written in the contemporary genre as well as paranormal; are you planning to continue writing in the paranormal genre? What is your favorite genre to write? Is there a genre you haven’t written but would like to try?
"The Bet" in PURE SEX is a contemporary, and it's a funny novella because it's the one that broke me into publishing. But every single story I wrote after that was paranormal. I didn't even realize that I'd shifted. The second story I wrote ("My Captor" in NIGHT SPELL) started off as a contemp, but I had to make it paranormal to redeem the hero. I'm proud of "The Bet." It won the Gayle Wilson Award for Excellence, but I probably won't write any more contemporaries. If I were to try another genre, I might try historicals. Also, I like straight paranormals that aren't necessarily erotic. I might like to give those a try.
PNR: Could you tell us about your current projects, what can readers expect to see in the coming months?
I've got three proposals sitting on my editor's desk right now. One is a historical centaur book, another is an urban fantasy with shape-shifting centaurs, and the third is a sequel to The Supplicant. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
PNR: Thank you Lucinda, for taking time out to speak with us; where can readers find out more about your work?
Thanks so much, Dee! I've just started a myspace page and I'm looking for friends in all the wrong places—and the right ones too. http://www.myspace.com/lucindabetts.
Readers can sign up for my newsletter, too. Starting in November, I'm giving away a book per month. You can sign up from either my website or my myspace.
July 1, 2007
Her ecstasy makes wishes come true... The sudden appearance of a second sun signifies that a Supplicant has come of age in the land of Marotiri. King Kalief knows this woman is destined to save his people from the barbarians. But first she must learn complete surrender—and King Kalief is just the man to teach her...
Sureya, a humble servant girl, is shocked to learn that her flame—red hair and white skin mark her as the Supplicant. She has never made love to anyone. There are many men—both good and evil—who are waiting to introduce Sureya to this new world of pleasure, but only Kalief can truly satisfy her...
With each shattering climax, the Supplicant's powers grow as dark forces come closer to taking her for their own. Now as Kalief and Sureya propel each other to dizzying sensual heights, danger and desire will become one—and one wish will change everything...
March 1, 2007
Esmenet Sokaris specializes in love spells...and her exclusive clientele is clamoring for more. She needs an assistant with experience in arcane matters--and he must be willing to participate in the most sensual of erotic rituals...
Tall, built, and eager to please, Gage Feldspar is perfect. But Esmenet has her reasons for keeping their relationship strictly professional. Yet their scorching ecnounters leave Gage wondering where business ends and pleasure begins, just as his own magic grows more potent in Esmenet's presence. Each phase of the moon brings mistress and apprentice that much closer to total surrender--and its soul-shattering consequences...
October 1, 2006
Desire like no other...
Enter a world where boundaries are crossed and inhibitions are shed at a whisper…in three compelling stories that explore the boundaries of ultimate ecstasy…
Lost in the desert, tied in a tent, a beautiful young woman awaits the mysterious man who captured her by night. His taste for submissive fantasy is hard to satisfy…until his pretty captive is persuaded to bare her most secret desires…
By day, Iole is the chaste, obedient young daughter of Lord Aeson. By night, her dream lover brings her to the heights of wickedly sensual pleasure. The only man she will obey is him. Because being so wrong never felt so right…
Assigned to steal the Jewel of Dragonkind from a deadly beast, Larkspur must outwit another talented thief: a man with the face and the body of a god. Give him the upper hand? No. But he demands a different answer. Now. Never has she known a man so masterful. Larkspur is lost to the ecstasy of surrender…Watch for Eros Island Coming January 2008 Buy it Now! Kensington Aphrodisia
January 29, 2008
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Centaur Heart by Lucinda Betts
In a sacred glade in ancient Greece stands Chiron, a godlike man who radiates sexual power. The Princess Akantha is spellbound—and consumed with desire for him. Chiron is tall and muscular with otherworldly eyes and a mane of hair that gleams like polished bronze. But is he truly a man…or a centaur? Akantha is about to be swept away for the wildest ride of her life…
The Dream Well by Dawn Thompson
A knight lost within the mists of a Celtic wood finds a magical well—and as he touches its stones, a goddess rises from its depths, beautiful, naked and unashamed. Gar Trivelyan is instantly aroused by the breathtaking sight of Analee’s body, half veiled in the silken fall of her coppery hair, and her matchless eyes. When the Samhain moon is full, she whispers, I may choose a lover. And I have chosen you…
Thunderstruck by Devyn Quinn
Danicia Ryan works magic in marble—her sculpture of Herakles.is the epitome of nude male beauty and unbridled virility. When the sculpture turns to living flesh during a violent thunderstorm, Danicia is dazzled by the intensity of Herakles’s sexual appetite. And she’s ready, eager, and willing to take everything her dream god has to give…
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