Saturday, August 14, 2010

Hard as Stone by Cynthia Sax

Hard as Stone by Cynthia  Sax

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Hard as Stone

by Cynthia SaxCover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-399-6
Genre(s): Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Interracial, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Length: Novella

Mountain gods are the hardest beings on the planet. Their foundation is rock. Their roots are in the earth. They are immortal and unrelenting. Nothing can make a mountain god harder than he already is... or so, Acon thinks. When he travels to a remote island to capture a fearsome beast, he discovers a woman so beautiful he instantly submits, rock hard body and soul. Is this love at first sight or an unfeeling creature's cruel weapon?
Hard as Stone
Cynthia Sax
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Copyright ©2010 Cynthia Sax

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"Where are you, monster?" Trellos bellowed like a wounded bull. At well over six feet tall, he was large for a human. The muscle bound warrior kicked an unlucky predecessor, grimacing as his boot made contact with the stone.
He was also an ass. Acon leaned back against the rock outcropping, gaining strength from the connection. If the gorgon didn't arrive soon, he'd smite Trellos himself.
The rock sang of her approach. Acon felt its joy, a tingling sensation rolling over his skin.
"Leave me be, warrior." Her words drifted like a summer breeze around them. They originated from everywhere and nowhere. "I have no grievance with you." He breathed deep, inhaling her sweet voice.
"I have a grievance with you, creature." Trellos rattled his sword. Acon shook his head at the stupidity. The idiot planned to fight a gorgon with a sword. This was no Medusa, handicapped by the frailty of mortality. This was her daughter Kyma. She had the blood of her father -- the god Poseidon -- flowing in her veins. No sword could kill the immortal. "Show yourself, you demon spawn."
"I would rather not." His brothers of the Ourea labeled Kyma an unfeeling monster, yet she endeavored to spare the fool. "Return to your people, warrior. Love well. Leave the joyous legacy of children. In them, your name will live forever."
"My name will live forever for having killed you, fearsome beast!" Trellos roared. His face was red. Veins stood out on his bald head. "You will fight me! Now!" He swung his sword with both hands, slicing the stone statue in two.
Acon flinched. The drone of a hundred hisses filled the air. "You dare to disrespect the dead!" A tall, slender form entered the clearing. She walked like a queen, her backbone straight, her stride smooth. A black hooded cape covered her from head to toe. "I am warning you for the last time, human. Leave this place."
"I will leave after I kill you." The warrior raised his shield. "For glory!" Trellos ran, twigs crunching under his boots.
"For peace." She calmly untied her cape and let the fabric fall to the ground. The impact was instant and overwhelming. Acon was a mountain god. Stone was his foundation and Kyma's naked, toned body radiated minerals. He convulsed with pleasure as he absorbed the particles, taking tiny pieces of her deep within him.
Trellos was made of more fragile materials. The human skidded to a stop, his face contorting in horror. A hard gray matter formed over his skin.
"Glory is not worth dying for." Kyma lifted her face to the sky, and Acon's breath hitched. She was beautiful. He had lived an eternity and never had he seen her equal. Snakes with red, yellow, and black banding sensuously twisted and curled around her head. Her skin was the color of the black onyx found in his homeland. Big brown eyes filled with pain and regret surveyed the newest addition to her collection.
"I am sorry." She reached up, cupping the warrior's stone cheek.
Acon felt envious of the dead man. He wanted her fingers on his body. She stroked the human's bare chest, removing the loose stone, and Acon's cock twitched. She bent over, picking up her cape. Her ass was gently rounded, a soft cushion for an exiled god. He hardened.
He should take her now. Her defenses were low, and his brothers expected her capture. They would trade her for a seat on Mount Olympus and a voice in the new dominion.
She drifted away, her cape billowing like a shadow behind her. Her presence lingered in his veins. He would keep his word and secure the gorgon, but that would not happen today. He would study his beautiful opponent first.

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