In the enchanting world of sirens and gods, Lindy, a strong, sassy siren, is determined to defy Neptune's demand for a virgin sacrifice during the Feast of Neptunealia. Desperate to avoid giving herself to the powerful god, she sets out to seduce Jase, a fallen God who despises sirens.
With only forty-eight hours to win his heart, Lindy must navigate the dangerous currents of love and desire, or else face an unwanted fate at the hands of Neptune himself. Full of passion and adventure, "Giving it Up for the Gods" is a captivating tale of forbidden love and the lengths one siren will go to defy destiny.
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Excerpt - Jase gets Lindy drunk rather than bed her.
Lindy hiccupped, giggled, and waved the empty coffee cup in Jase’s face. When she spoke, her voice was a little too loud, and there was a slur in her words. “Whersh the hotel? I can’t wait to undresh and drag you into my bed. You will shcrew me this time, won’t you?”
He took the coffee cup from her hand. “You’ll break something waving that about.”
She hiccupped again, covered her mouth with her hand; then she giggled like a schoolgirl. Her voice carried through the restaurant. “Doshn’t matter. They’ve got more. Letsh go to the hotel, and I’ll lick your balls until your eyes roll back in your head.”
Women either smiled and whispered good-humored comments to their friends or raised their eyebrows, pursed their lips, and looked away. More than one male customer gave her an appraising look…until they spotted Jase’s muscular bulk.
He flushed a little, and his gaze slid away from hers. “Shh, princess. We’re leaving just as soon as I’ve paid the bill.”
Overloud and over expansive, Lindy sat back in her seat. Her arms flopped out, and she just missed a passing waiter. “Come here, Jase. Let me suck on your cock. You will fuck me, won’t you? Or maybe one of the other men here will take my virginity.”
Heads swiveled in her direction. Across the room, someone giggled. Three men at the next table smiled at her drunken antics. One winked and raised his glass in salute.
Lindy leaned toward him. “You’d fuck me, wouldn’t you?”
“Anytime, sweetie, but your friend here might not like it.” He leered.
Behind her, Jase growled.
Lindy ignored him and rose unsteadily to her feet. “Jashe is just a big ole pussycat, when he’s not doing his demon thing. If I sing for you, will you fuck me? I shing real good.”
Jase picked her up and headed for the door. “You’re better than good. You’re amazing. No time for singing, though, princess. That’s our taxi outside.”
She lolled back and threw out her arm. Her head dropped, and her arms flopped back. “You missed a treat, guys. I’m great when I sing.”
She laughed and waved at them, then stared into Jase’s eyes until her alcoholic haze turned her cross-eyed. Her vision blurred, and her voice dropped to a breathless giggle. “Really, Jash? Amashing? That’s good. Shall I shing you a love shong?”
“Not here, princess. Wrap your arms around my neck, and when we reach the hotel, I’ll help out with your little problem.”
“That’s the virginity thing,” she stage-whispered as he carried her outside.
About Kryssie Fortune
Kryssie’s a lover of ancient history especially all things ancient Roman or Greek. She grew up reading their myths and loving their legends. Writing about them in a contemporary setting seemed the logical next step.
She promises hot sex, hunky heroes and a happy ending in every book she writes.