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Tour: Guest Post/Giveaway - Touch of the Gods by DX Luc

See Mom! My Human Sexuality Degree did come in handy!

I'm the youngest of eight children. Most of my siblings have their degrees in law or numbers so it was only obvious that as the rebel, I didn't follow suit. Instead I shocked them all when I chose Psychology as my field of interest. And I didn't stop there! I added a concentration to go with it: Human Sexuality.

I've always been interested in the human body, functions, and inner workings. Sexuality was just something I knew. I wanted to explore it further when roommates and girlfriends would complain about their sex life. Something was terribly wrong and I needed to fix it. I'm always still learning but I do know quite a bit now.

And now, after I had graduated and my mom asked, “What could you possibly do with this kind of degree?!” The answer is very obvious. Take it and combine it with my love of writing. As I have done. Enjoy this sexy little snipped from my book Touch of the Gods: The Wager and thanks for coming out.

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Fraught with worry, I could no longer enjoy my chocolate pizza. Besides, I needed to get back to work, being the lunch lady and all.
Calvin was Vice Principal and could come and go as he pleased.
Standing, I tossed my share of the bill on the table, said my goodbyes and headed down the two blocks to the school. I passed by a pastry shop, thinking maybe it would be nice to get something for my new neighbor. That's what people still did, right?
My detour had wasted more time and I ended up three minutes late, getting nasty glares from several coworkers. Oh, well. I went to my locker, grabbed my hairnet along with apron. I placed the cookies in the fridge with a note: DO NOT TOUCH. Then proceeded to make a large pot of smelly beans for the afternoon lunch.
 All I could think about was getting home and calling my sister to see if she'd be ready to talk. At four o' clock, I was rushing to get out. I had been distracted the rest of the day by what had happened with Willa and the oddly dressed man. I knew my sister wasn't dating anyone, she always told me those things.
I was also unsure how to approach my new neighbor. I wasn't exactly close with the others in my development and I usually hated initiating any form of conversation. Driving through the streets, I hoped the person wouldn't be home and I could leave the box of sweet on their doorstep with a note or something.
By the time I reached my house and went to pull into my driveway, I saw my sister's hippie van blocking it. I pulled up on the side, grabbing the cookies and my purse. I headed toward my door when I heard Willa speak. “Your aura is so vibrant! Which realm are you from?”
“Um, I'm new here.”
 Oh dear, was my thought when I heard Willa's sing song voice speaking to a man on the other side of my house. Carrying my items, I hurried to the back yard and found her waving her hands over the body of a giant. Seriously, this man was enormous to the point that he would make steroid filled bodybuilders look tiny. Yet, even as huge as he was, he clearly looked scared of my sister who was, at that moment, trying to pull his shirt off. Most guys would have shooed her away, but he just stood, frozen and helpless. It was oddly adorable.
“What did you say your name was? I need this off, it's blocking my read of you. Are you an alien?”
“No, I’m just new here. Please don't take my clothes off.”
Though I secretly wished he'd lose the shirt, I scolded myself thoroughly for such sinful thoughts and headed over for the rescue. My steps got slower as I approached him, his frame towering and more impressive than I could imagine.
He had to be over seven feet tall and he filled it out just right. His arms were as thick as a tree, veined and bulging with muscles that I didn't know existed in the human body.
 I wasn't small by any means, but with his large hands, working man hands my Dad would say, he could grab hold of me with room to spare. Licking my lips, I let my gaze roam over him, like he was a big slice of apple pie, from his powerful jean encased thighs, to the heavy mountain that was his groin. I'm not ashamed to say, my gaze I lingered there.
 After several seconds of ogling, I moved back up and noticed his breathing had changed. It was fast, intense and I may not have been a rocket scientist, but I knew that he was watching me, watch him.
Willa still stood near him, but she no longer flapped around like a lost butterfly. She gaped at him in awe, then jumped away when he moved fast, especially for a man his size, closing the short gap between us. His body was a flame and the heat seeped into my pores to finally settle in my pussy, which clenched hungrily. Never, had I responded this way to any man, but there was something about him.
“What is your name, lígi̱ omorfiá?       
 At his strange words, I shrugged. “Um, okay—whatever.”
“Your name is Whatever?”
“Yes, uh, no. It's Vanessa.”
He didn't respond with his own, instead he placed his long finger under my chin and lifted until I could see above his chest. My neck strained, but I didn't care once I looked upon the most captivating face I’d ever seen. His features were angular, masculine and so well defined, I was sure I'd seen his bust in a museum. I wanted to kiss his lips, suck on them maybe. As strong and decadent as they looked, I was sure to come up with many uses.
Finally, I focused on his eyes and gasped, my mind trying to process what I was looking at. At first glance, they were bright red, flowing like a stream of lava while little flames flickered in the pupils. Then they were blue, shot with stripes of amber—Normal eyes. My horniness were getting the best of my senses. It was then, I realized he had leaned closer, his mouth parted as if to kiss me and damn my sudden lack of will power, I closed my eyes in anticipation of it. So close was the heat of his breath, as his lips hovered just above mine, and then....
The sound of Willa’s voice came crashing down over me. “Oh don't mind me! I’m just standing here, eating these yum-tastic cookies and about to see my big sister make out with a complete stranger. Something she always gets on me about.”
My sister was right. I didn't even know the man's name! Yet, I was reluctant to pull back from him, and when I did take a step, an arm of steel wrapped around my waist. The pressure was there, but he was gentle about it, giving me a noticeable enough squeeze to hold me against his body. I also didn't mistake the miniature baseball bat that pressed along my thigh. Obviously, my crazed hormones didn't misdirect me either, because I involuntarily shifted my body, so that his cock was situated right where I needed it most.
 Dark blond brows shot up, while his free hand swiftly opened the front of my jeans. Just as quickly, the man's hot fingers found their way under my panty waistband, sifting through my trimmed curls and paused just above my slit. So near—so achingly close.
“Hey! Dude, get your hands out of my sister's pants, you pervy alien! Move away!”
Looking startled, he uttered what was probably a curse in that odd language, his accent thicker and darker. It was both scary and erotic.
Willa rushed over, half eaten cookie box in hand and pushed him away from me, before thrusting the goodies at his chest.
I was still in a daze, pants open and without thought. I couldn't tear my gaze away from his face I even felt my feet moving to get close to him again.
 Luckily, my normally free spirited sister had sense enough to drag me to my home, get me in, and close the door with a resounding slam. I heard her put on both the pad and chain lock for good measure.
The fog in my brain was beginning to clear when she came back to where I sat on the couch and stared down at me, her hands planted on her hips. “What the hell was that, Nessa? You were about to let him do you on the damn lawn!”
My cheeks heated in a blush at her description of what had almost occurred. The most embarrassing part about it was that I was going to let him, which was so unlike me. I kept my eyes down, not wanting to see the accusatory glare that I heard in Willa's voice. I was the older sister, the role model and I nearly lost control with a strange man. And why? Because of the delicious and meaty mass that was his body, or the way he made me feel like a smaller woman in his presence? I wasn't sure, but as the memory replayed in my mind, I felt wanton all over again. 


When love and war makes a little wager, what could possibly go wrong?

I am Hephaestus. God of inventions, blacksmiths, and volcanoes. Sounds like I'm awesome right? Well, I'm not. In fact, I'm the loser of Olympus and a new bachelor to boot. Living the single life is great until a decade passed. Honestly if my divorce from the Goddess of Love wasn't bad enough, I am still being rejected by the other women of my home.

Because of an incessant need to make me a pawn in his game, my brother, Ares convinces Eros to make a little bet. A wager that puts my lack of love life to the test. Sent to Earth, I'm skeptical, when suddenly I lose myself in the sensual scent and beauty of the full bodied Vanessa. She is my everything, my perfection.

Sadly, from a single caress upon her silky flesh, I sent our lives into a downward spiral of hell. To save her, I must get beyond my demons of the past. And to save me, she will have to decide if I'm worth giving up everything for.

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An avid reader since I was a child, I never found a book I disliked. Mostly, you could find me lost in Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Poe, or Ernest Hemingway, and my most favorite, Ancient Greek literature. Taking my love of books, I started writing poetry, short stories, and even helped with screen writes for my drama club.

By the time I was in my teens, my older sister introduced me to my first romance novel, The Hawk and the Dove by Virginia Henley. The moment I fell into the world of love, I was hooked, and my addiction for more grew until I found myself delving deeper into the erotic.

After being convinced that I had the skills to try my hand at writing, I went to work on my first story Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home. And since being published, I've not looked back.

Now, as a busy mom of three, that homeschools, drives to activities, and manages to find time to just cuddle with my husband of ten years, I have to say, I love being naughty when I get the chance. It's freeing and I wouldn't want it any other way!

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  1. This book sounds really great, I love everything about Greek Gods! Thanks for this chance :P

  2. Thanks so much for having me here today! And thank you Proserpine. I too have always loved Greek mythology and the Greek Gods in general.

  3. D.X. has written an amazing book- and who wouldn't want to read a sexy romp full of delicious Greek gods? I know I would! Congrats on your book, D.X.!

  4. This looks like a GREAT story...LOVED the excerpt! I can't wait to read MORE!! FAB cover too, btw!! Rafflecopter asked how music impacts my life...well, if I'm feeling a little blue...I'll pop in some music with an up beat...something that will make me wiggle in my seat...make me want get up and move a little and that will pretty much knock me out of my blue mood. If I want to mellow/chill I'll pop in some jazz or slow soulful music that soothes my mind...shuts it down for a little while or at the very least...slows my racing thoughts down so that I can think more clearly.