Ever since I was a young girl I was fascinated with mythology. There was something magical and special about the legends of Heracles, Achilles, Perseus, and Odysseus. I would spend hours reading books about the Greek pantheon. I cannot recall how many times I have watched the first Clash of the Titans movie. More times than a grown woman should, that`s for sure. I am a huge fan of Edith Hamilton, and use her novels as some writers use a dictionary or a thesaurus. It always struck me as sad that some people couldn`t enjoy mythology as I did, but given how it`s presented in classrooms from elementary school through college, it`s no wonder so many hate Greek mythology.
tried, through my writing, to bring the gods to life. I`ve gone in and
blown the dust bunnies off Zeus` marble nose and ran my Swiffer over
Hera`s peacock feather fan. With Love of the Hunter, my M/M mythological
romance, I`ve taken things a step further and have rewritten one of the
classic Greek legends. In this book you will see how Apollo, the most
Greek of all the gods, meets and falls in love with Orion, the famed
archer. This new adult romance is a dramatic one, make no mistake. There
is a reason they call these tales Greek tragedies. Love of the Hunter
is filled with pain and suffering, but the sadness is tempered with a
love so deep it was immortalized in the heavens forever.
Here`s a small sample from Love of the Hunter-
are a shameful man!” Orion glowers then gives me another shove. I fling
out an arm to block him lest he strike out again. The man is strong,
and his punches rock me soundly. “What possesses you to speak to your
sister – your twin – in such a reprehensible manner?”
is said between her and I is not your concern!” I yell in his face then
stalk past him, my shoulder meeting his. Orion grunts. I do not,
although the contact pained me badly. My cape snaps around my ankles as I
enter my bedchamber. My lover follows me. The wolves leave in the face
of my anger. The door slams shut. I rip my cape from my shoulders and
throw it to the corner. Turning, I come nose to nose with Orion.
Undaunted and brazen my lover is. That is why he stood and fought Helios
instead of begging forgiveness.
“What is said between you and her is my concern for it centers on me!” he shouts, his green eyes alive with his ire.
“So you defend this sick attraction she has for you? Why?” I demand to know. “Are you fucking her? Is that why?”
let him hit me. I see the huge fist coming, and I allow it. The crunch
of my nose breaking is liberating. Golden ichor gushes from my nostrils.
I fall back into the wall, my arms getting caught in the thick teal drapery that hangs from the posts of the
bed. I grasp a post for balance. My tongue darts out to catch a bit of
the godly blood flowing down over my lips and chin.
I find Orion staring at me as if horrified.
“Apollo,” he pants, his meaty fist dangling by his thigh.
“Nay,” I cough, swallow, and then grab the curtain up to run it under
my nose. The flow will stop in a moment; I am a god after all. “You did
well. There are times that I require a sound punch to the face.”
will not hear you speak of Artemis so.” Orion steps closer. I hold the
drapery tightly to my face, my eyes watery as I peek over the bloody
material covering my nose and mouth. “She has been a veritable blessing
during the long hours that you are gone. She tends my back, brings me
well-cooked game, sings and laughs with me. She tells me stories and
washes my hair.”
“She loves you, Orion.” I raise the drapery back to my nose.
stares at me dully. He blinks at me as if I had just said something
incomprehensible. “Nay,” he says, his eyes leaping from me to his feet
then to me again. He shakes his head.
“Aye,” I mumble into the material over my face.
“Nay, she is naught but a sister to me,” he says.
drop the teal silk. A small trickle is all that remains of the bloody
nose. “That is how you see her. It is not how see looks upon you,” I
tell him gently. I fear a feather landing on him would send him to the
He drops to the end of the bed. The thick
mattress compresses under his massive body. I sit down beside him. We
both stare at our feet. I sniffle occasionally.
she has loved you for quite some time. Do you not recall her saying she
had watched you before meeting you? I know her -- she is smitten.”
“But she knows I am your lover,” he mutters. I sit straighter and glance over at him.
she does.” I reach over to take the hands hanging like dead fish over
his knees in mine. “And that I cannot abide. You are mine. I will not
share you with anyone. I will not allow her infatuation with you to
grow. I should have been firmer about it before this, but I worried
about leaving you here sickly and alone.”
“You do not need worry for me,” he says, bristling at the jab at his masculinity. I squeeze his hands.
you are still pale. Even if you were returned to robust health, I would
worry when you were gone from my side,” I tell him, lifting his hands
to my lips. I kiss each scarred knuckle. His jade eyes rise from his
feet to meet mine. “Look upon our hands,” I say, rolling his over then
showing him mine. “I have no scars upon me. You do.” I press my lips
against a raised white welt that runs across the back of his right hand.
“You are only half god. Your blood is not gold, it is red. Death will
come for you and take you from me. This is unavoidable. So I worry. I
will worry each time I cannot place my sight upon you. It is not a slur
against your manhood or virility, it is simply the knowledge that I cannot die and you can. I would postpone your demise as long as I possibly can.”
tongue is gilded and golden, Apollo,” he smiles weakly. “How does a man
talk a man who just hit him in the face from his anger? How do you make
me long for nothing aside from being in your arms?”
“I am the god of poetry and rhyme, my love,” I counter seeing his gaze shift from my mouth to my amber eyes. I nod.
leans in to capture my mouth. We fall back onto the bed, our mouths
moving over each other’s slowly. We lay side by side, kissing,
exploring, touching and cupping, stroking and teasing. We strip each
other slowly, kissing each exposure of flesh.
You can pick up your copy of Love of the Hunter at the Torquere Press website or on Amazon.
About V.L. Locey:
V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs,
anything romantic, dairy goats, Greek mythology, comic books and coffee.
(Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband,
her daughter, two dogs, two cats and a herd of goats along with a flock
of assorted domestic fowl.
V.L. is a self-published and
conventionally published author. Her self-published works are the Gods
& Goats trilogy, a romantic comedy series revolving around Greek
gods, rural lifestyles, and a widowed goatherder. I know, but it works,
trust me. She is also a proud Torquere Press author and her short story
Two Guys Walk into an Apocalypse was included in the anthology He Loves
Me For My Brainssssss. She also has several books contracted with
Torquere for release in 2013, including her Two Guys zom-rom-com books,
the Greek mythology romance Love of the Hunter, a Christmas novella
titled All I Want for Christmas, and a short story in the Scoring
When not writing romantic comedies, she can be found
enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania
with a cup of fresh java in hand.
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