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In her attempt to escape her sisters' Valentine matchmaking, Annie meets the enigmatic Eric, who she realizes could finally be the man of her dreams. In spite of, or maybe because of, Eric's cryptic words and puzzling behavior, she finds herself immediately intrigued and drawn to him like no other man she's ever met. One night in Annie's sister's kitchen seals their fate, as the two lovers discover and explore the instant spark of heat between them. Their evening comes to an abrupt end when the mysterious Eric disappears into the night, and Annie realizes she doesn't know his last name! How is she to find him?
After months of fruitless searching, Annie finally gets a dubious break when she meets Eric's eccentric mother. Dita sends Annie on a journey deep into the unknown, through an ever-twisting labyrinth of frustrating dead-ends and seemingly strange, pointless missions. Annie's life is turned upside down as she searches for the one man who can make her life feel complete.
Told in the spirit of magical realism, this modern day adaptation of the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche takes Annie on each of Psyche's tasks in her quest for her lost love. Each task brings her closer to him and to realizations about herself. Will Annie find Eric and reveal to him the secret she's been keeping, even from her sisters?
Warnings: 18+ ONLY This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, and sex – a fun, modern day magical-realism retelling of the Psyche and Eros myth that will leave you mythtified yet satisfied.
"Can we stop talking?" she whispered, leaning back and turning her face so her cheek rested against his. "I don't remember ever feeling this good."
"Do you want to just see what happens?" he asked, his fingers trailing down her chin, her throat.
"No. I want to be what happens."
His mouth found hers in the darkness, a slow journey from a mislaid kiss against her ear, a wet trail over her cheek leading to her open and anticipating lips. He kissed her like she was a secret he was keeping--something precious and tender and worth protecting.
Annie hesitated, waiting for him to stop her as her hand curled back to touch his cheek, expecting to find thick scars or warped flesh, but to her surprise, his skin was smooth and unmarred. She slithered her arm around his neck, slanting her mouth across his and teasing his lips with her tongue.
His fingers fumbled with her buttons and she helped him, exposing her skin to the cool kitchen air. Kitchens were always so damned cold when there was no cooking going on. She suspected it was the tile, but regardless, her nipples responded immediately to the temperature change. The angle of the kiss was awkward, but she was afraid to move and break their connection. His hand drifted over the soft material of her bra, and she was glad she had worn something with a definite texture, silky and light.
Annie believed she heard voices coming closer to the door and she pulled quickly away, listening intently. The conversation was muffled and unintelligible, but after a few moments, she clearly heard her sister say, "In the kitchen." She looked at Eric, trying to keep her breath from being fast and audible. "Maybe we should go somewhere?" she whispered, ducking her head and moving to her hands and knees to crawl out from under the table. He grabbed her hips and she gasped, looking back at him as he held fast.
"No, we can stay here," he insisted, sliding his hands up her bare thighs.
"Are you sure?"
"Live dangerously." His hands roamed over ass as he lifted her skirt. "What color are these panties?" He probed her crevice through the thin material and she wiggled and sighed, arching her back.
"Black," she whispered as he pushed her panties aside.
"Mm, shaved." He sounded delighted as his fingers investigated her moistness.
Annie was still worried about being interrupted and tried to concentrate on the sounds from beyond the door, but his fingers were too distracting.