The Song of Orpheus
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Author(s)Selena Kitt
ISBN / ASIN145282178X
ISBN-139781452821788
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Sales Rank4,201,480
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
From TOP 15 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling Author Selena Kitt - Over a Million Books Sold!
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Eurydice has a difficult decision to make-choose a brief but perfect love, foretold to end in tragedy, or resign herself to a pleasant partnership that could potentially last forever. Not only does she find herself torn between two men, but also between a friend who would be hurt by one choice and gods who would be infuriated by the other. What's a poor Naiad to do? You may think you know the tale of Orpheus and his lyre, but you've never heard it told like this, from the perspective of the woman who loved him, with an ending that will leave your heart singing.
Warnings: This title contains eroticsituations, graphic language, and a plethora of sex between gods and nymphs and demigods and, well you get the idea...
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EXCERPT:
The red beauty of the rose deepens
When thorn enters flesh,
Freshness fades and fades then
Into Death's stilling breast...
Each bloom in my grasp would fall
If I were to never let go
So I carry the sweetness on and on
And do not look back...road upon road to follow...
The last note echoed, a perfectly bittersweet end.
She couldn't help it--her hand cupped his cheek, her fingers trailing there. "That's so sad."
His smile was sad, too. "Story of my life."
"Sadness?"
He nodded. "Bittersweet, remember?"
"But you must be like the sailors," she teased. "A woman in every port."
"Yes." His admission made her feel as if she couldn't breathe all of a sudden. The thought of him with another woman... "But never just one."
"Do you want just one?"
"I do." He put his lyre aside and slid his big body next to hers. "This one."
"How do you know that?" It was hard to trust her feeling, her instinct, and believe he wanted her. Not because she was an irresistible nymph, not just because she was beautiful, desirable...but because she was meant to be his. It felt crazy, completely irrational, but that's what she wanted to believe.
He touched his forehead to hers and his breath was sweet--like honey. "I just know."
This kiss was long and lingering, and she gave herself to it completely. She didn't want to pretend anymore. All of her longing and feeling went into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body full into his. Her passion ignited his and he groaned against her mouth, his tongue slipping between her lips, exploring the soft corners of that orifice. Her body hummed with wanting him and she gasped when he rolled full onto her, pressing her down into the ground with his weight. I dreamed this.
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Eurydice has a difficult decision to make-choose a brief but perfect love, foretold to end in tragedy, or resign herself to a pleasant partnership that could potentially last forever. Not only does she find herself torn between two men, but also between a friend who would be hurt by one choice and gods who would be infuriated by the other. What's a poor Naiad to do? You may think you know the tale of Orpheus and his lyre, but you've never heard it told like this, from the perspective of the woman who loved him, with an ending that will leave your heart singing.
Warnings: This title contains eroticsituations, graphic language, and a plethora of sex between gods and nymphs and demigods and, well you get the idea...
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- Surrender of Persephone
- Song of Orpheus
- Blind Date
EXCERPT:
The red beauty of the rose deepens
When thorn enters flesh,
Freshness fades and fades then
Into Death's stilling breast...
Each bloom in my grasp would fall
If I were to never let go
So I carry the sweetness on and on
And do not look back...road upon road to follow...
The last note echoed, a perfectly bittersweet end.
She couldn't help it--her hand cupped his cheek, her fingers trailing there. "That's so sad."
His smile was sad, too. "Story of my life."
"Sadness?"
He nodded. "Bittersweet, remember?"
"But you must be like the sailors," she teased. "A woman in every port."
"Yes." His admission made her feel as if she couldn't breathe all of a sudden. The thought of him with another woman... "But never just one."
"Do you want just one?"
"I do." He put his lyre aside and slid his big body next to hers. "This one."
"How do you know that?" It was hard to trust her feeling, her instinct, and believe he wanted her. Not because she was an irresistible nymph, not just because she was beautiful, desirable...but because she was meant to be his. It felt crazy, completely irrational, but that's what she wanted to believe.
He touched his forehead to hers and his breath was sweet--like honey. "I just know."
This kiss was long and lingering, and she gave herself to it completely. She didn't want to pretend anymore. All of her longing and feeling went into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body full into his. Her passion ignited his and he groaned against her mouth, his tongue slipping between her lips, exploring the soft corners of that orifice. Her body hummed with wanting him and she gasped when he rolled full onto her, pressing her down into the ground with his weight. I dreamed this.
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