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Greek God by C F White
Flying into Love, Book 7
Can a Greek God make Jesse believe in love again?
Jesse’s heartache is as vast as the Aegean Sea when his mother’s sudden passing lures him back to the Greek island he swore never to return to. With bitterness festering over his mother’s abandonment, Jesse’s unprepared for the emotional maelstrom awaiting him.
Demetrios still carries the scars of a teenage love affair that once set his small-island life ablaze. Bound to Naxos by duty and drowning his sorrow in fleeting dalliances with tourists, he’s blindsided when Jesse, his stepbrother, returns for his mother’s funeral.
Jesse grapples with the pain of his mother’s choices and Demetrios struggles with the weight of familial expectations. But their undeniable chemistry reignites, challenging them to confront what happened before their romance crashed and burned.
Is it too late for Jesse and Demetrios to embrace what they long denied themselves? Or will fear of heartbreak keep them anchored in their past?
Greek God (Flying into Love #7) is a stepbrothers-to-lovers, hurt/comfort, second chance standalone romance in the steamy MM Flying into Love series, featuring a shy and awkward illustrator who doesn’t believe in love and an enigmatic playboy oozing romance.
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He handed his drink to a random glass collector and shadowed Jesse into the throng. The music did its job, vibrating through his veins to make his body move. Jesse held his hands in the air, piloting them into the centre, and there he turned and met with the radiating smile that had wormed its way into Demetrios’ heart years ago. Jesse danced how Demetrios remembered, the added artificial aid helping him ease into the rhythm and forget their surroundings quicker than he had in their sober youth. He let himself go, bopping and swaying along to the music-only track. No look-at-me mentality. No swagger. No vanity. He was just a man, feeling the beats of the bass in his heart.
Several songs passed before Jesse came down from his euphoric high. Smile fading, he swayed and held Demetrios’ gaze. That familiar yearning in Jesse’s eyes had Demetrios trembling. Impulse had him closing the gap between them and bravery had him resting his forehead on Jesse’s, rocking in synch to a song only they could hear. But it was pure, unhinged and desperate longing that had him gripping one hand on Jesse’s hip, gliding the other up his neck, and digging wanton fingers in to keep him there.
Dancing with him.
Jesse went limp. Pliable beneath his touch. An extension of Demetrios’ body and filled to the brim with ouzo, he was a slave to what they both offered him. And he closed his eyes, parting his lips, and melted. Demetrios had to hold him up, or he’d crumble to the floor. And they danced. As one.
Closer.
And closer.
Until their lips met.
The kiss was light. Chaste. Until Jesse grappled for more. Taking more. Mouths parting and meeting in a frenzied reunion. And when they drew apart, Jesse opened his eyes, inhaled an intrepid breath, then dived in again. This time with urgency, with hunger, with feverish need. And Demetrios took him, held him, let him, kissing him on the dance floor where it had all begun.
Because they were them. As they had been before. A place where they’d shared their first kiss, which led to many more. And like each year thereafter, when they would find a club to be alone in, to dance in, to kiss in, they swayed to the music, mouths locked together, tongues reunifying, hips gyrating as if nothing could part them.
Oh God, how Demetrios had missed this. Missed Jesse. No one had ever made him feel the way Jesse had. How could they? No matter how many meaningless dalliances he had with men or women, no matter how desperately he tried to capture what he’d once had with Jesse, no one could beat what Jesse gave him.
He didn’t want anyone to.
Jesse dipped away, forehead on Demetrios’, swaying to the music as he wrapped his arms around his neck. He closed his eyes, licked his lips, and a vibrating moan escaped his throat. “Dem?”
“To moró mou?”
Jesse flung his eyes open. “Take me home.”
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About the Author:
Brought up in a relatively small town in Hertfordshire, C F White managed to do what most other residents try to do and fail—leave.
She eventually moved West to East along that vast District Line and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job and creating a life, a home and a family.
After her second son was born with a rare disability, C F White’s life changed and brought pen back to paper having written stories as a child but never the confidence to show them to the world. Now, having embarked on this writing journey, she can’t stop. So strap in, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
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