5 STARS: "Who hasn't been lonely at some point in their life and wish for their perfect mate to appear to them and be there forever. That is exactly what happens to Ellie. The Gods looked down and granted Ellie's gift with Dorian. Greek mythology has always been a fascination with me, but I love when creative licenses are taken with it. I mean, who really knows how it it? Suzy took the basis of it and runs with it. I mean the demon Krisk reminds me a lot of Dobbie from the Harry Potter Series. Cute little guy!!!! This book is not just about the Greek Gods and a romance but many different things at a time. Be careful what you wish for, it may just come true. Things aren't always what they appear to be. Treat people like you yourself would like to be treated. Bravery can come from where you least expect it. Yes I got all of that from this one book. I teared up here and there. I laughed too. There is a lot of action. A definite read!" -- SiKReviews
So I live a life alone.
Occasionally I have succumbed to accepting a date but there just hasn’t been a spark so I have just about given up.
That night I lay in bed and thought, I am going to send it out to the Universe and see what happens.
Feeling like a complete idiot I whispered, “Please send me a sexy hunk, someone really tall and handsome who will love me forever. Let the sparks fly and the attraction go way off the scale, let me fall in love with him and let us be wonderfully happy for eternity. My perfect match.”
In my mind, I visualised him, a cross between all those sexy models with piercing eyes and dangerously good looks. And off I went to sleep.
I forgot all about my crazy request and went on with living and working.
I am a textile artist and do commission work, mainly quilts and wall hangings. I make enough money to keep me out of debt but not enough to buy myself a mansion and a fancy car. I really enjoy the freedom of working for myself and I love producing something beautiful with my hands.
About a week later, I was driving home from delivering a commission, it was about eight at night, I was almost home and, as usual, singing along with the music playing in the car. I stopped at a set of lights and glanced to my left. In the car alongside was Mr. Amazing!
I picked my bottom jaw off the floor and tried to pretend I was just casually looking around while waiting for the lights to change.
Now, as I said I won’t go out with guys under thirty, but that doesn’t mean I don’t look. I am as human as every other woman.
This guy looked to be around thirty to thirty-five and, boy, was he hot looking. For a minute, I wished I was thirty-five again. He could put his shoes under my bed any day. I shook my head and gave him another glance.
I was blown away when he smiled and then blew me a kiss. I think I blushed.
The light turned green and I gave a silly smirk and drove off.
I drove along feeling kind of silly and kind of flattered. Obviously, it was just a fun thing for him to do, but still, it was cute.
Another set of lights but no handsome guy, instead it was a woman who looked harassed. She had a carful of kids aged around ten or twelve and they looked like they were all arguing. I felt sorry for her and rather glad at that moment that I had never had children.
Off again. Another five kilometres and I would be home, just six more sets of lights, maybe I would be lucky and they would all be green. Next set, yep, green, drove straight on through. Damn, the set ahead was green but I would not make it before they changed.
Glanced over to left. Mr. Amazing! Be still my beating heart!
He gave a big grin, so I thought, why not? I grinned back. He gave a hand signal to say “red light again!” I shrugged and grinned. The lights changed and he blew me another kiss as he drove off. I had a few butterflies in my stomach, I mean it was exciting to pretend. Heck, the man was H.O.T.—any woman would be excited, and to flirt with someone thirty years younger was a real ego boost.
Next set of lights I breezed through. I figured that would be the end of my interaction with him, because I would be making a right turn at the next set. I could see his car ahead, in the left lane.
As I was coming near the right turn, he put his blinker on and came into my lane to turn right. I gave a little grin. We both sailed through. One more set of lights then I would be making a left turn into my neighbourhood.
We pulled up at the next set. He was in front and as the lights turned green, I was tempted to wave goodbye but I refrained. I drove a few hundred metres then put my blinker on to turn left into a wood-lined side street.
As I made my turn, I notice his brake lights on. Interesting, maybe he knew someone in one of the houses there. I drove down the street, and as I made another left I saw headlights turning into the top of the street. I lived in a semi-rural area with large blocks and few houses. A few more streets with very few houses, then I finally reached my little street.
My house was on the far lot. I had a large corner block, with only one neighbour about two hundred metres away. Behind my house was a large natural bush reserve, so it was peaceful and quiet. The street was really a cul-de-sac—a dead end, so the only traffic was usually the four residents who lived there.
As I pulled into my driveway, I noticed a car pass by. For a moment, I thought it was Mr. Amazing’s, but that would be crazy.
My block has a lot of trees, in fact it looks a little like the reserve behind it. The house and my studio are mostly hidden behind them. I parked my car under the carport and locked it up. I headed to the letterbox in case someone had written and then started to move toward the door just as a car pulled up in my driveway.
I turned around, wondering who it could be. I rarely have visitors, usually only clients. I never married and have no children, no family.
It was hard to see because the headlights were still on. I stopped and began walking toward the car. The lights turned off and the door opened.
I stopped, stunned.
It was Mr. Amazing!
I honestly was at a loss for words. Tonight was so crazy. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was close to eleven, I smothered a yawn.
“Baby, maybe you should go to bed. You are tired and this has been a strange night for you.”
I was tired, there was no doubt of that, but I looked warily at Dorian.
“You just want to get me into bed.”
“Guilty, but you are tired. Anyway, I could help you sleep.”
“Oh? And how do you propose to do that?”
He took a step toward me and leant down to kiss me.
Oh yeah, that would help me sleep…Not! My brain was waving a red flag, but as usual, my body looked the other way and returned the kiss. His tongue was wrestling with mine, his lips pressed tight against my lips. My arousal went from zero to five million in a second.
He broke the kiss, his face inches from mine, his tongue running across my lips. It was so sensual. He sucked on my bottom lip and then ran his tongue along it again. I was going to resist, I swear I was, but instead I put my arms around his neck and pulled his face onto mine, my lips on his.
That kiss was explosive!
I felt him lift me, my arms still around his neck, my lips still locked on his.
He carried me down the hallway toward my bedroom. Somewhere in my brain I was wondering how he knew where my bed was, but I just chalked it up to one more crazy thing.
He put me on the middle of the bed, following my body down, still locked together. Finally, we broke apart. I was panting, my heart was racing, and my pussy was dripping.
He ran a finger across my parted lips.
“Let me make love to you, please.”
Who could resist? I mean, he asked so politely. I grabbed his shirt with my hands and lifted it. I almost orgasmed on the spot. My, my, what a chest!
A six-pack so well defined and so broad, with a sprinkling of masculine hair. I ran my hands across it. Dorian stood and removed his remaining clothes. My tongue was hanging out. He grinned and turned around.
That was one hot rear! My brain waved a white flag, admitted defeat for the night and decided to join my body. I’d worry about everything tomorrow. Maybe this would all turn out to be a dream, so I may as well just enjoy.
“Meet your approval?”
I stuck my tongue back in my mouth and grinned in delight.
He climbed back onto the bed. I couldn’t decide what part of him to touch first. He solved it by stripping me off and kissing both my breasts. My hands could only reach around his back, so that was that.
I lay there, enjoying the sensations. He was doing amazing things with his tongue and teeth that had my nipples peaked so hard. He crawled back up to wrestle with my lips and tongue, and his hands were everywhere. I could feel one playing with a nipple while the other was roaming all over my body. He would brush over my thighs, then across my mound, his hand running across my stomach. I was at the point where I was going to grab it and push it exactly where I wanted it when he rubbed my soaking slit.
“Oh god, Ellie, I have to taste you. Let me please.” He moaned against my mouth.
There was no way I was going to deny his request as he trailed kisses down my body until he reached his objective.
I knew that mouth of his was addictive, but I did not realise just how much until he settled between my legs. The first lap of his tongue sent tingles running back and forth from my pussy to my nipples. The second lap had me panting. Then when he pushed his tongue between my outer lips and sucked, I thought I might just come there and then.
I tried hard to hold my climax off. I wanted to enjoy the things his mouth was doing, but when he pushed a finger in and found my g-spot I screamed and came.
Still he did not stop. His mouth latched onto my clit. I could feel him sucking and nibbling and, all the while, his fingers were circling and thrusting. I was gone!