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Author Bio
Em Lynley works in the wine industry, though she'd rather be writing hot, sexy man-on-man action. She spent 15 years as an economist and financial analyst, including a year as a White House Staff Economist, but only because all the intern positions were filled. Tired of boring herself and others with dry business reports and articles, her creative muse is back and naughtier than ever. She has lived and worked in London, Tokyo and Washington, D.C., but the San Francisco Bay Area is home for now.
Blurb from Venus Envy
Sancus, Roman God of Loyalty, snubs Venus' amorous advances and she casts a curse so he's attracted to every hot guy he sees. During a week of almost non-stop sex he meets a mortal man with whom he desires a genuine relationship, but Sancus must realize it's actually a love spell before he can win Aurelio.
Excerpt
Venus noticed Sancus from across the room. It was hard not to. Certainly the most delectable thing in the room, she hadn’t had a taste of this particular Roman god yet. She slinked over to where he stood at a tall bookcase reading the titles, obviously looking for something in particular.
Venus stepped to within a foot of Sancus and breathed in his clean, citrusy-masculine scent. Mmm, he smells heavenly. Not like those dirty, sweaty agricultural gods of whom there were far too many. They reeked of dirt, manure and all manner of disgusting farm animals, and she found them distinctly unappetizing. But Sancus, now he was in a class of his own.
As the God of Honesty, Loyalty and Contracts and somewhat of a legal expert as gods went, he mediated disputes between the deities. Refined and civil, he certainly wouldn’t paw at her in a dark corner or—worse― in front of a roomful of drinking buddies. Known as a skillful and considerate lover, rumors abounded about both his endowment and his repertoire of intriguing lovemaking techniques. His past partners said he had a cock as beautiful as his face and body, and in Venus’s opinion, both were exquisite.
Sancus would be a delicious conquest.
He didn’t turn around as she approached, though he tilted his head in her direction, indicating he knew of her presence. He still didn’t turn, even as she got within a couple of feet. She closed the gap farther, only inches away from him now.
“Mmm.” She inhaled deeply again. “Sancus, can’t you think of something better to do than read?” she cooed into his ear.
“I’m in need of a volume on…” He continued to peer at the shelves, not bothering to turn toward Venus.
He should be able to smell—taste—her excitement. She felt her own arousal pool between her legs as she moved closer, the heat from his body radiating through her thin, gauzy, almost translucent gown. Her nipples peaked, a pleasant ache that propelled her forward. She pressed herself against him, fitting her curves against the delicious contours of his back, enjoying the feel of his flesh through the sheer fabric.
“Hello, Venus.” He stared at the titles on the shelf in front of him. At least he knew who it was.
“Sancus,” she purred into his left ear. As she pressed her body snugly against him, she imagined the corded muscles of his arms wrapped around her, his strong legs intertwined with hers as they made love on her bed—or better yet, on one of the desks here.
Sancus stepped forward half a pace, breaking contact as he reached for a volume on an upper shelf.
“Let me take your mind off those dusty old books, Sancus.” Her voice held an unmistakable invitation. How can he not jump at the chance?
“I don’t have time for that right now, Venus. I’m on a deadline.”
Although charmingly dedicated to his work, this was a bit much, she thought.
“In that case, I can take a rain check for a more convenient time. Or better yet, let me help?” She took the book from his hands and brushed her breasts against his arm. Heat pulsed through her from the slight contact. Why had she not pursued him sooner?
“Venus.” He turned toward her.
She fixed her gaze on his unbelievably green eyes and released an involuntary moan as her pulse quickened. She wanted to caress his gorgeous cheekbones, run her fingers through his long, wavy blond locks.
“I’m sorry, Venus, but I’m just not that into you.” He pulled the book from her grasp, turned on his heel and strode toward the door.
Still very much aroused, she watched him walk away, his words and his retreating footsteps echoing through the marble hallway.
Her heart raced until the blood pounded in her ears. She only realized she’d balled her hands into fists when the fingernails dug into the soft flesh of her palms. Not that into me?
