Believing is Trusting
Sequel to Believing is Seeing

Professional Reviews

5 CHERRIES: "This is one time when a sequel is so much more than the first book. Corinne Davies has done wonderful research into the mythology behind her characters, and provides such deeply detailed descriptions, I could see these characters clearly. The story is rich with myth and history, and yet is completely modern at the same time...I look forward to more books in this fantastic series, and hope they will come soon. I recommend this to all who love the blending of myth and modern romance, with lots of hot, anything-and-everything-goes action." -- Holly, Whipped Cream Erotic Reviews

5 STARS: "It is the characters that drive Believing is Trusting, creating an unforgettable story full of drama, intrigue, and humor. From Bach’s realization that he’s not perfect to Hephaestus gravelly voice to Matilda’s plunk and verve—you’ll love each one. Hazel as a heroine works well because she is a strong character—a woman who has picked herself up from the darkness and moved on to create a wonderful life for her son. If you like a bit of mystery, hot men, and ancient myths then you simply must pick up this gem. Highly recommended!" -- AlexJouJou, Manic Readers

5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "Believing is Trusting, the sequel to Believing is Seeing, is one sexy, heartfelt story in which the explosive sex between Hazel and Bach is like molten hot lava running down the side of a volcano. Ms. Davies provides an excellent portrayal of the Greek Gods in this well-written story that will captivate you and have you begging for more from beginning to end. The Bacchanalia will make your mouth water and get you hot in all the right places as you witness the sexcapades of the Gods, especially the sensual tryst between Bach, Hazel, and Orpheus. If you’re looking for a scintillating, sexy, heartfelt story about love, lost and most of all trust, then Believing is Trusting is definitely the book to read." -- AJ, Dark Diva Reviews

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT

She heard the fabric torn from her chest, just before her breasts were worshiped by two faceless people. Fingers caressed, pinched, slipped beneath…No! Relief was pulled away by unseen hands, denying her what she desperately needed.

This time, she twisted in her captor’s embrace. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she rubbed herself against him, cursing the material that deprived her of the contact she truly needed. Instead, she gripped his hair and tugged his face forward. Kissing him hard, she slipped her tongue within his warm mouth, tasting the wine he must have drunk earlier. She feasted on his taste, nipping at his lips, rocking as he walked.

“Give it to me,” she demanded, and the god smiled down at her.

“I plan on it.” He dropped to his knees and pushed the gown out of his way, pressing his lips against her nether lips. He feasted with teasing flicks of his tongue and long strokes that covered her entirely. Still the desire grew, and she screamed in frustration. Her body hummed with unsated desire to the point of it being painful. Another covered her, pressing his body tight against her, but not gaining the access she so desperately needed. The hunger grew until she reached out and vented her frustration, scratching, drawing blood from those who couldn’t satisfy her. The bodies moved, and she gained her footing. Stalking the room, she grasped anyone at random, sharing passionate kisses.

Watching those around her gaining their satisfaction wound her up tighter. Her thoughts dissolved into a primitive state, the search for the one who could save her. Who could satisfy her? Over and over she tasted and teased, searching on, led by an unseen hand.

The crowd parted, and she found herself standing in front of a platform. Pushed gently toward it, she followed the wordless advice. As she stepped up, a creature appeared on the other side. Dark, hungry eyes narrowed, just before he lunged at her with a roar. She stood there welcoming the savagery of his emotions.

His progress was diverted when a body came out of nowhere and tackled him, the momentum sending them both careening off to the side. The sounds of punches and tumbling sent more emotions crashing into her. Hunger, anger, desire, want, jealously, and possession all echoed around and through her. She crumpled against the onslaught, unable to handle any more. More screams vibrated around her. The sound echoed the agony she felt being unable to release what built within. Another wave of intense wave of emotion roared through her and she dropped to her knees shaking. Strong hands slipped under her limbs and lifted her up into the air.

She writhed in gentle arms. “Mine” echoed around her. Now she fought the hands herself, wanting the contact she instinctively knew this man could give her. Another set of hands grabbed her wrists. “No!” She screamed and fought against the restraint. They forcibly lifted her onto a table, and pressed her hands down on either side of her head. Bach’s face appeared over top of her.

“Yes, damn you! Do it.” 

“Say my name! Who do you belong to? Who do you follow?”

“Bacchus!” Deep within her something clicked, flooding her with relief.

He moved down and bit the side of her breast hard. She retaliated and latched on to the nipple above her and bit down on the hard muscle before caressing the bruised skin with her tongue. A bite on her inner thigh distracted her. She darted a look down and saw Orpheus’s face between her legs, a primal mask of crazed desire. She jerked her pelvis at him, but he glared at her, denying her. 

“Mine.” Bacchus grasped the remains of her toga and tore it from her body. He spread her arms out wider and hopped up on the table, bracketing her shoulders with his legs. His cock hung hard and pointed straight at her.

Saliva pooled in her mouth, and she opened wide to accept him. He let go of her arms, and she gripped his hips, taking all of him deep in her throat.

Orpheus spread her legs and licked her clit to ass. She screamed through the mouthful of cock at the experience. Her body shook hard with the need to explode. Finally, they gave her what she needed.

Orpheus played her body like an instrument.

Bacchus shuttled in and out of her throat. She sucked him deep, running her tongue over the ridges. Her fingers played with the heavy sac that bounced against her chin, stroking in the lightly furred skin, at the same time. She arched her pelvis against Orpheus’ tongue, a wordless plea for relief.