Today I want to share with you the unique pairing of supernatural characters that I have in my latest Dreamspinner book, A CUPID’S WAGER, coming out THIS FRIDAY February 13th as part of the VALENTINE RAINBOW anthology.
As many writers probably do, I have a slew of old and unfinished manuscripts. Some are even completed but so terribly written they will never see the light of day. And oh the RESEARCH I did on some of them!!! What a waste of time!
Or was it?
I wrote a pirate story once which I did TONS of research into Aztec lore to create the perfect backdrop for a cursed pirate treasure. That book will never ever, ever see the light of day, lol. Like seriously, 200k of passive writing and way too much sex!
However, all of that mythology was still floating around in my head, so a few years ago I started a book about an Inner-Dimensional Associations of Cupids, where they had a Gay Division and a Straight Division.
While creating my sarcastic Roman cupid, Lio, I thought, what better lover for a cute little blond cupid than a big, pierced-up and tattooed Aztec god?
Talk about opposites!
A CUPID’S WAGER is a blending of two very different mythologies layered with lots of humor, sex and oh yeah, did I mention penis piercings?
Admittedly I used my knowledge of Aztec lore in a typical Deanna way and bastardized it to suit my purposes. Just take a look at the content warning on my book:
I have seriously bastardized both Roman and Mesoamerican mythology to suit the purposes of this story and did so with total impudence. If you are a stickler for rules and obsessed with predictable and dull accuracies, proceed with caution.
However, if you enjoy stories full of inappropriate humor, penis piercings, and some hot man-on-man lovin’, please enjoy!
A CUPID’S WAGER is only the first part of Lio and Ethan’s love story—yeah, I know Ethan is not a very Aztec sounding name lol. Didn’t I say I bastardized things? Hopefully the rest of their journey will be available soon.
Here is a sneak peak of A CUPID’S WAGER just for The Novel Approach fans.
Blurb: The name’s Lio, and I’m a cupid working for the Gay Division of the Inter-Dimensional Association of Cupids. An Aztec god, whose modern name, Ethan, doesn’t make him any less scary, just busted me shooting a closeted human with a gay lust arrow. I might find him sexy with all those tattoos and piercings, if I didn’t have a rule against getting it on with other supernaturals—especially ones working for the Straight Division. Now, to save my butt I’ll have to strike a bargain with this tough god. But what I didn’t see coming was my little wager not only risks my career, but places my broken heart completely in Ethan’s hands.
“A gaydar?” Ethan said in shock, holding up a small black object. To the casual observer, it looked like a touch-screen cell phone. But to a trained cupid, the device was easily recognizable.
And highly illegal.
“Where did you get this?” Ethan waved around the offending device.
There was no way in the seven hells I was going to tell him about the Moroccan sheik I blew just to get the contraband scanner. Not only because it was none of Ethan’s business, but just remembering it made my asshole itch.
“I can explain,” I began, ruffling the curls on the back of my head.
Ethan’s temper exploded, and an angry pulse of magic fluttered my hair. “You have no right to ‘out’ people, Lio! These things are not even accurate!”
Laughter burst from my lips. “Oh, yes, they are! Lord knows, it goes off on like a siren when I set its sights on me.”
He looked just shy of murderous. “I should turn your ass in. They will have your quiver for this!”
“Touchy, touchy. Don’t you think you’re taking this a little personal? In the morning, Raymond will just blame it on the whiskey and gin. I can’t tell you how many times GD is sent to shoot some forty-year-old divorced dude who had a gay encounter in college. This is no different. I didn’t out him.”
Not really, anyway.
“You went against protocol,” Ethan said. “The IDAC decides where and when people get shot.”
Jeesh, Captain Badass is a real stickler for his rules.
“It is not up to us to decide the proper order of things.”
He leaned closer, the heat of his breath brushing my face. I flinched. Not because he had bad breath or anything. In fact, he’d been eating something with chocolate. Dark, unsweetened chocolate, if I wasn’t mistaken. Or maybe chocolate-covered espresso beans.
Whatever the source—yum-fuckin’-ummy!
“Raymond is supposed to marry that girl and have children,” he informed me. “You believe that you have the right to deny him a normal life, just to get your jollies?”
I didn’t care how sexy he might be, that pissed me off.
“A normal life, huh? What gives you the right to define what is and isn’t normal? All you straights are the same. You act like it’s some kinda sickness us queers have, and you don’t wanna catch it.”
Ethan pointed his finger in my face again, dark features contorted in fury. “Do not put words in my mouth and behave like a martyr in front of me. I am talking about rules. Protocol.”
“And I’m just talking about one night of fun. A college experience. You know the lust arrows only work if the person’s mind is open to it. I shot Raymond with a Class 4G. They only have a little more juice than a few tequila shooters. Those arrows can’t make a straight man gay.”
“But that is what you are trying to do,” he shot back.
“You know it doesn’t work that way.”
To prove my point, I materialized one of my long purple arrows.
Without warning, I stabbed Ethan in the heart with it.
The arrow exploded in a burst of light and glittering purple dust, the blast blowing our hair back.
When the magic cleared, the stunned expression on Ethan’s face cracked me up. “Now, do you spontaneously wanna suck my cock?”
He gaped at me like I’d lost my ever-lovin’ mind. “What did you do that for?”
“Don’t get your panties in a wad. Class 4G lusts can’t make someone gay. You’re born that way. There’s even a Lady Gaga song to prove it.”
His big hand rubbed where I’d hit him. “You should not have done that, Lio. You have no idea what you just did.”
“I already shot an unauthorized arrow tonight, what’s one more? Besides, unless you’re gay, it won’t affect you.” I waggled my brows. “So what are you so worried about? Got sumthin’ you wanna confess?”
About the Author: Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
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