Bia is the goddess of strength and compulsion, but those traits have her trapped in iron. A simple kiss could break the curse, but who wants to kiss a statue? Especially a statue of a woman stabbing a man in the heart? She knows better than to hope her celestial mate will find her, but what if her hopes are justified?
Oliver, a very quiet, geeky guy, knows his way around fabric and fashion. He excels at his job of dressing mannequins for storefronts, but he's lonely. When he sees the statue of Bia, he's smitten. She's everything—strong, confident and sexy—everything he wishes to be. What will happen if the shy man overcomes his fears and gives in to his heart's desire? He just might be able to harness the power of the goddess.
“How did this happen? I’m free.” She kept her knees together and folded her hands on her lap, bunching the fabric to hide her nudity. “The curse? What happened?”
“I’d say you found the person who could be your celestial mate—the one you’re meant to be with forever,” Zelus said. The door opened. Kratos, Andy, and Cam entered the room. Kratos’s eyes widened. “This is a great day. Now we’re only missing Nike.”
“We’ll find her,” Andy said. He slid an arm around Kratos. “We will.”
“How do you feel?” Kratos knelt beside Bia. “How were you freed?”
“I was getting to that,” Zelus said. He rolled his eyes. Beside him, Camden shrugged.
“Oliver. The lovely human.” She bit back a smile. “He was kind to me. He kissed me.”
“He was?” Kratos shared a glance with Zelus. “Oliver. We had a feeling.” He nodded. “Since Oliver has lifted the curse, there is a chance you two are celestial mates.”
“Zelus said that,” Bia said.
“But this transformation is temporary. The hard part is next.” Zelus folded his arms. “You have to convince Oliver to fall in love with you.”
“I don’t know,” Andy said. “It shouldn’t be too hard. He seemed pretty enamored with her when we showed Bia as a statue.”
Bia clasped her hands together and smiled. When she looked at Oliver, even as a memory, she warmed all over. The rage she’d been known for—the reason for her being imprisoned in the iron— melted away when she thought about him.
“Andy, he was doing his job.” Kratos stood. He sighed and tilted his head to the side. “He’s here to dress her. Or he was. He talks to the statues. Maybe he is her celestial mate, but what if he was just being nice?”
Bia clutched the fabric tight to her body and jumped to her feet. “Then why not let him decide?” She stepped up to her brother. She’d suppress her natural urge to use her might against him, but she wasn’t above using force if the need arose. “The curse was broken— for however long, I don’t know—but it was broken. By him.”
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.
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