For the Love of a God [Gods of Olympus] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

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Gods of Olympus

For the Love of a God

Welcome to Mount Olympus, where nothing is as it seems.

Eros, Greek God of love, is so tired of finding love for everyone else. All he wants is to find a lover or lovers of his own. Using his powers, he finds a man and a woman who share his fantasy of the ménage relationship.

Neil and Talia have captured Eros in a way no others ever have. With the encouragement of his mother, Aphrodite, Eros embarks on a quest to make them his own. Successful, Eros enjoys the relationship of his dreams. But Eros soon begins to wonder if his lovers feelings are genuine or simply a product of his powers.

Join Eros, Neil, and Talia as they search for love in the midst of Eros's zany immortal relatives in this searingly hot romance.

Genre:
Fairy Tales/Myths, Fantasy, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

Length:
34,733 words
 

FOR THE LOVE OF A GOD

 

Gods of Olympus

 

 

 

 

 

Lynn Tyler

 

 

 

 

 

 

MENAGE AMOUR

 

 

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FOR THE LOVE OF A GOD

Copyright © 2013 by Lynn Tyler

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As always, to my main man. Love you!

Special thanks to my editor who helps my books shine.

FOR THE LOVE OF A GOD

Gods of Olympus

 

LYNN TYLER

Copyright © 2013

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

“Oh, for Zeus’s sake, Eros, cheer up.”

Shit on a shingle, why had he accepted his mother’s invitation for dinner? Oh yeah, because if he’d declined, she would have packed up his stepfather and brought the dinner to him, and that would have been a disaster.

Thankfully, his stepfather stepped in before she could harangue him some more. “Now, Aphrodite, leave the boy alone. Everyone’s entitled to a bad day.”

Aphrodite grumbled, but she stopped pestering him, walking into the kitchen and muttering about stupid males the whole way. The sounds of banging pots and clattering pans had him flinching. It wasn’t like she was cooking or anything so mundane. They were gods. They ate ambrosia, not food.

That didn’t mean she wouldn’t make them eat real food at some point though. She had gone through a domestic phase in the fifties, cooking for him and his stepfather every night. It had quickly become clear that cooking was not one of Aphrodite’s strong skills. Still, he and Hephaestus had eaten everything she’d ever put on their plates. His mother had a wicked temper, and neither of them had wanted to risk upsetting her. It wasn’t until Zeus tasted her cooking one day that she heard the truth.

Now she only threatened to cook when she was feeling particularly irate with something. Or somebody. Like him.

“Now, you’d better buck up, son, or else we’ll be eating scorched meat and clumped rice. And I’ll be sleeping on the couch for siding with you.”

“I heard that,” Aphrodite called from the kitchen. “And forget the couch. You’ll be sleeping in your forge if I find another half-finished sword lying around the house.”

Hephaestus swore under his breath and jumped to his feet. “That sword is for Ares, Affie. Please don’t do anything to it. He’ll bitch about it for days if I don’t get it to him on time. That man’s the biggest drama queen around.”

He disappeared into the kitchen, and Eros followed him in, just in time to see his parents share a passionate kiss. They may have started off as an arranged marriage, but love had blossomed between them for everyone to see.

Hephaestus scooped up the sword and cradled it against his chest as if it were a precious child. “I’m going to go out and work on this some more. Call me when it’s time for dinner.” The door closed behind him, blocking out the roar of his forge in the backyard.

Great. Now Eros was left alone with his very protective, very nosy mother. She didn’t say anything, just opened her arms.

And crap, if he didn’t need his mom’s arms right now. Not that he’d ever admit to needing his mother. The others on Mount Olympus would never let him hear the end of him being a mama’s boy. But sometimes, only a mother’s love could make things feel better.

She stroked his hair. “Eros, baby. What’s wrong?”

He sighed and pulled away. It wasn’t like he’d be able to hide it from his mother forever. He’d confessed his issues to Hermes in a temporary fit of insanity, and the other god was sure to open his big mouth soon. It was better his mother heard it from him than that gossiping god. Hermes was worse than a bored housewife.

“I’ve been helping people find their true loves for thousands of years now,” he hedged. He wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed.

A steaming cup of tea appeared in front of him, delivered by his mom’s hand. One sniff of the dark brew told him that it was safe to drink. He’d long ago stopped wondering why ambrosia always tasted like whatever he felt like eating, ever since his mom had sent him to Athena. His aunt had just looked at him and told him that was the way of things. So much for her wisdom.

Aphrodite sat down next to him at the scrubbed wood kitchen table. “And you want to be able to experience love yourself.”

It was remarkable how keen his mother really was. But then again, she was the goddess of love, and she usually was able to ferret affairs of the heart out without too much trouble.

He nodded miserably and wrapped his hands around his mug, letting the heat warm his hands even if it couldn’t reach his heart.

“Is there someone in particular who holds your heart?”

Well, now, here was the real problem. It wasn’t one person who held his heart. It was two. Not that having a relationship with two or more people was all that uncommon up here on Mount Olympus. Gods seemed to be a perpetually horny bunch, and many of his relatives participated in orgies on a regular basis. It was just that he had no idea how to go about courting two mortals.

“There’s a male and a female. Both fascinate me for different reasons. Mainly because of whom they are at their cores, but also because of their sexual preferences.”

“Ah. They’re kinky. Good for you, Eros.”

He groaned and dropped his head so that it rested on his folded arms. Great Zeus, he might be the god of love, but the idea of his mother knowing exactly what got him off was so embarrassing.

She simply patted his shoulder and chattered on. “Come now, Eros. I have the same gifts as you, remember? I can see exactly what turns someone on. I know their deepest, darkest fantasy. Not that your fantasy of having a romantic relationship with both a man and woman is all that deep or dark. I mean, you could have gotten off on satyrs or centaurs or, you know, cows. Your fantasy is pretty damn tame compared to some I’ve seen.”

Oh, this day just kept getting better and better. “Mom, can we talk about something else, please?”

“Okay,” she said brightly.

Eros frowned. That was entirely too easy. His mother never just gave up. She talked everything to death, or at least until she got whatever it was she wanted. He raised his head and stared at her.

“Well, I have some exciting news,” she said with a sly grin. He raised his eyebrows and waited for the shoe to drop. “Hephaestus learned this new trick with his tongue. He now licks all around—”

“Mom!” Gods, now he’d have the image of his stepfather going down on his mom burned into his brain for the rest of his life, which was a very long time considering he was immortal. He had to get her to stop putting those images in his head
now
. “Okay, okay. Tell me what you think about my love life. And please stop talking about yours.”

“You know, dear, given all that you must have witnessed as the god of love over the years, the idea of me and your dad getting down to business should seem pretty tame by now.”

Kill. Him. Now. Smashing his head into the table was looking like a pretty good method of suicide right now. Not that he would actually do any lasting damage to himself, but it might drown out his mother’s voice.

“Now, back to your question.” He’d asked a question? He didn’t remember asking his mother anything, but hopefully if he just let her continue on this track, he could steer the conversation toward dinner. “In order for me to give you any advice, you first have to tell me about your two loves.”

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