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So what does Hallowe'en mean to you? As a child, it was always my fave holiday and still is. Whether I'm trick-or-treating with my sons or handing out candies, I always have a blast. And that's because it is a day of total fantasy. You can be whatever or whoever you wish that day. For me, usually the more gruesome the better. :)
My favorite Hallowe'en costume was when I went as a Titanic victim. I dressed in old-fashioned clothes, put fake seaweed in my hair, made my face grey and put a life preserver around my neck that said "S.S. Titanic." It was so much fun- even won an award at work for it! Check out the creepy dolls I decorated my cubicle with!
Tell me about your fave Hallowe'en costume, and you could win a copy of my Two Lips Recommended Read paranormal romance For the Love of a God! Don't forget your email address!
Blurb:
Conservator Maia Douglas is an expert on
ancient Greece and its mythology. She would never tell anyone at the museum
where she works, but she's always had a secret crush on the mythical Eryx,
Greek god of love. There is nothing she loves more than to tend to her favorite
statue of him, and her nighttime dreams are filled with luscious images of Eryx
making love to her.
One day, the peace at Maia's beloved museum
is shattered when a new director arrives. A man who looks exactly like her
image of Eryx. As Maia watches, he manages to upset her ordered museum world,
at the same time he inflames her with unwanted desire.
Maia does not know that her new boss is
actually the god Eryx, disguised as a mortal so he may work in antiquities. Although
he is the god of love, he has forsaken his sexual nature because of a curse
that has killed any woman he's dared to love. Though he fights it, Eryx is
drawn to Maia with a force he's never experienced in a thousand years. But can
he convince her of his true identity? And can he protect her from a vengeful
goddess who seeks her destruction?
Excerpt:
“I wanna play with some mortals. Female mortals.”
Eryx, son of Aphrodite, looked up from the neat stack of papers on
his Chippendale desk. He frowned at the intruder, his cousin Dionysus. “Don’t
you ever knock?”
Dionysus, beautiful in his smugness, merely shrugged. “You’re the
only god I know who keeps an office. No one else has a door.” He plunked his
big frame down in the Herman Miller chair in front of Eryx’s desk. “I’m bored.”
“You’re always bored.” Eryx’s blond brows met in a frown as he
returned his gaze to his papers. “So why are you here?”
“Because I want you to come with me.”
“No.”
“Oh, come on, Eryx. I hear there’s a new club open on the Vegas
strip. Topless waitresses.”
Eryx spared him a glance. “Seriously? You’ve seen and done it all
before. You can’t tell me you’re intrigued by the idea of topless waitresses.”
Dionysus squirmed a little under his cousin’s harsh gaze. “I know.
I’m predictable. But it’s been ages since we’ve had any fun together.”
“There’s a reason for that.” Regret darkened Eryx’s green eyes. “You
and I and waitresses and wine … we don’t mix well.” He sighed and returned his
attention to his papers.
The god of wine arched a perfect dark brow. “We mix very well. The
difference between you and me is that I don’t beat myself up with guilt every
time I break some mortal’s heart. There was a time when you didn’t either.”
Eryx jotted several names into a notebook, and then looked up, as
stern as a Catholic school religious studies teacher. “Dionysus, don’t you
understand by now? I can’t. Someone will get hurt.”
“If you’re worried about…”
“No. Don’t even say her name out loud.” Eryx huffed. “I’ve been able
to stay under her radar for the last few decades. I’d like to keep it that
way.”
“What are you worried about? She’d never do anything to hurt her
beloved Eryx!”
“It’s not me I worry about.”
Dionysus crinkled his nose, so straight and perfect it should be on
a statue. “You know, cousin, this goddamn noble routine is getting pretty
tired.”
“What about you?” Eryx rolled his bright eyes. “There has to be more
to life, even this life, than carousing with loose women and getting drunk all
the time. It’s gotten old.”
“So instead of bonding with your cousin, who happens to know where
all the best orgies are, you prefer to sit here alone and shuffle papers.”
“I’m not just shuffling papers.”
“Oh, right.” Dionysus smirked. “I forgot. You shuffle people.”
Eryx just stared at his cousin, knowing he was wasting his breath.
How could he ever make the god of lusty alcoholism comprehend that his work
fulfilled him? As much as anything could fulfill him.
In a quest to make a difference, as much as to keep busy, Eryx
worked in antiquities. For hundreds of years, he had been descending to earth
in the guise of various antiquities experts. Depending on his mood, he might be
a famous archaeologist or a professor or a writer. His favorite venture was to
take on the role of a museum curator or director. In this capacity, he could
bring his firm hand to museums around the world, ensuring the mortals were
doing justice to ancient Greece and its treasures. Nothing gave him more
pleasure than to swoop down on an unsuspecting museum staff to see who was
doing his job properly. Shake them up a little. Maybe even downsize the ones who
were dead weight.
There was only one thing which gave him more pleasure, but he
couldn’t go there.
He put down his pen and sighed, trying to return
to a less sexual train of thought. For the Love of a God is available at http://www.lsbooks.com/for-the-love-of-a-god-p239.php and all fine ebooksellers.
