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Agency of Extraordinary Mates:
Sea God's Pleasure by Alice Gaines
Changeling Press
ISBN: 978-1-59596-192-1 |
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When Gloria VanSant finds that the central piece of her art exhibition -- a
Pre-Rafaelite painting called The Sea God's Pleasure -- has sprouted a
phallus, the discovery is the beginning of an adventure that takes her to
the Bermuda Triangle and fulfillment of her every fantasy.
Quarian is the God of the Sea and Master of the Element Water. He’s chosen
the fiery-tempered mortal female as his eternal mate. When she resists, he
resorts to trickery to win her. Will the two of them find unending joy
together or spend immortality all alone?
"The plot
is well-written and one that should appeal to many readers. After all, don't
we all wish that our own fantasies would come true? If they ever did come
true, though, would the fantasy meet our expectations or let us down? Pick
up a copy of...Sea God's Pleasure. See if you don't fall into the fantasy
and develop your own desire to have your fantasies come to life. "
-- Lady Amethyst, Fallen Angel Reviews
"If you are looking for a hotter than Hades fantasy with love
scenes that will scare the fish in the sea, then look no further. This
reviewer highly recommends it. Get your copy of A.O.E.M.: Sea God's Pleasure
by Alice Gaines pronto! "
-- Janalee, The Romance Studio
Copyright ©2006 by Alice Gaines
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The
painting had grown a phallus. DeLande’s The Sea God’s Pleasure
sported a hard-on that hadn’t been there the day before. A really big one.
In all her years running the Hollowel Museum of Art, Gloria VanSant had
never seen anything like it. Damage from shipping, forgeries, even
intentional destruction by delusional art “lovers,” yes. Paintings growing
body parts, never. After earning a bachelor’s degree in art history, an MFA,
and almost a decade at the Hollowel, Gloria could spot a fake. If she was
any judge -- and she sure as hell was -- DeLande had painted this huge cock
with loving strokes of his brush over one hundred years before. So, why
hadn’t it been there yesterday?
“Gloria?” said a female voice. Tiffany, the latest upstart the agency had
sent over with glowing recommendations.
With a huge show coming up and one of the most important pieces still
missing, she didn’t have time for crap today. “What?”
Tiff gave her the usual didn’t-you-hear-me? look. “I talked to
Overnight Express. They’re bogged down at O’Hare and can’t get Samuel’s
Orpheus to us today.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake. I’m surrounded by morons. Call them back and tell
them to get it here, or I’ll sue their asses.”
“There’s a blizzard covering half of the Midwest. No one’s flying in or out
of Chicago.”
“I didn’t ask for a weather report. I want my damned painting.”
Tiff crossed her arms over her chest. “When did you get to sleep last
night?”
Great. Tiff had gone from upstart to nosey upstart. “I don’t report to you.”
“You didn’t get to sleep, did you? When did you last eat?”
“Eating’s over-rated.”
“Gloria, you’re going to kill yourself.”
“Is that any of your damned business?”
Tiff held her hands up in surrender. “Sorry for breathing.”
“Find a messenger service and have them send a truck for Orpheus.”
“To Chicago in the middle of a blizzard? That’d take a week.”
Add snippy to nosey and upstart. “Get a military plane to go for it.”
“Really, Gloria, listen to yourself.”
Gloria glowered at her. That glower had been known to send employees
scurrying under their desks. Tiff just stared back at her. “All right,” Tiff
said finally. “Who should I call? The Department of Defense or the Air
Force?”
“I don’t care. Just call someone.”
“Right. I’ll come back when you’re feeling a bit more rational.”
Tiff turned to go, but Gloria yanked her back. “Look at this painting.”
Tiff pointed at the Sea God. “This one?”
Of all the… “Yes, this one.”
Tiff stared at it for a while and then shrugged. “It’s a good example of the
Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, if you like that style.”
“Do you see anything odd about it?”
Shrugging, Tiff gave it a closer look for several seconds. “Nope. Do you?”
“You saw it when it got here yesterday. Did it have a phallus?”
“It’s a nude. The guy would look pretty deformed without one.”
“But was it that… um… big yesterday?”
Tiff gave her an odd look before staring so hard at the god in the painting
her nose almost pressed against his erection. “You call that big?”
“You don’t?”
Tiff shrugged again. “It’s bigger than when most guys come out of the water,
I guess.”
“You have to be kidding. It’s enormous.”
Tiff snorted. “If you think that’s enormous, you need to get laid
more often.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“You’re the one who brought up erections.”
“You really don’t see a huge cock?”
“Gloria, do yourself a favor and reacquaint yourself with a real penis.”
“Smart ass.”
Tiff turned and walked away. Gloria really ought to fire the little twerp,
but she’d been through six administrative assistants in four months, and the
hiring process wreaked havoc with everyone’s schedule. Instead, she’d file
that away in the “needs improvement” section of Tiffany’s next performance
review.
She turned back to the painting. She’d admired this work in the catalogue
for years. Most people in her profession didn’t think much of the
Pre-Raphaelites, but Gloria had always been a sucker for the lush colors and
dynamic use of light. Realism had fallen out of style long ago, but in the
hands of a master like DeLande, the almost excessive use of detail
transcended mere reality.
The subject of this painting had always held great appeal for her, too. As a
lifetime city-dweller, she’d only dreamed of lush, tropical seascapes. The
beach where the god emerged was pure white sand, surrounded by jungles full
of flowers and birds of paradise. Behind him lay a sun-washed sky and an
ocean so clear as to be transparent.
The man captured her attention, though, despite the beauty of the
surroundings. The Sea God didn’t appear young but rather a male in his
prime. This was a man who’d lived long enough to dominate everything and
everyone around him with his mere physical presence. His longish hair had
some gray in it, but every aspect of his body possessed an easy kind of
power. Broad shoulders, massive chest narrowing to slim hips, and muscled
legs. Most impressive of all, right in the center stood that amazing rod.
Gloria had had a few men in her day, but she’d never experienced a cock like
that inside her.
Well, shit, maybe Tiff was right and she’d just gotten horny from a lack of
a good fucking. No matter where she looked in Manhattan, she wasn’t likely
to find a partner like the Sea God, so she might as well forget about it.
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