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by Jay Lygon
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: God of Sex, Sam, and God of Love, Hector, have a unique relationship. They're into the BDSM lifestyle, and they both have some serious issues. Hector has a jealous bone, and Sam has an abusive ex. Their problems don't stop there; one of their biggest is that Sam refuses to grow up. Hector has no idea that Sam is literally paying the Goddess of Eternal Youth to keep him young. Sam looks, and acts, like a spoiled nineteen year old, which earns him a lot of time in the Dungeon. His immaturity gets him far worse when Hector finds out about his deception. Hector kicks Sam out, which opens the door to his ex-lover, the God of Fear, Marcus. Marcus manages to convince Sam that Hector wants him gone for good, leaving him vulnerable and alone. When the Goddess he's been trading with, power for youth, tries to extort even more out of him, though, Sam tries to stand up to her, with disastrous results. Hector has no intention of losing Sam to Marcus or the Goddess of Eternal Youth, but can he get to Sam in time to save him, or will they lose their love to forces beyond their control? Find out in this scorching sequel to Jay Lygon's popular novel, Chaos Magic!
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2008 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: May 2008
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [296 KB]
Reading time: 202-283 min.
Mychael Black, popular Torquere Press author, writes: As the God of Sex, Sam should be living it up and having the time of his life. Well, for the most part, he is. He just needs to hide a few things from Hector to maintain that happiness. Like...his true age. When a fight leaves Sam alone, without the warmth and comfort and safe control of his Master, he has no idea what to do. Without Hector, he feels lost. Add to that, past debts and a few Gods intent on his ruin, and Sam sure has his hands full. On top of it all, he desperately searches for a way to prove to Hector that it's not all sex--that he really loves Hector with all his heart. If ever there was a sequel to top all sequels, this would be it. Since devouring...err...reading Chaos Magic, I've been bugging Jay Lygon for Love Runes. True to form, Jay did not disappoint! Sam has matured a bit since Chaos Magic, though he certainly still possesses that bad boy mentality that, more often than not, lands him into serious trouble with his Master Hector, God of Love. And most of the time, Sam honestly tries to get into trouble, I think. Hell, with Hector's punishments, who wouldn't? The sex in Love Runes is intense and varied, leaving the reader on the edge just as much as Sam. Hector is unpredictable when it comes to sex, and for a Master, that's a very, very good thing. If you liked Chaos Magic, then you will absolutely love Love Runes. Now, if only we can all convince Jay to write a third one...
As disasters go, it wasn't spectacular or even awe-inspiring. The earth didn't tremble, pillars of fire didn't speak, and locusts didn't darken the sky. All I did was turn the key in the ignition of my piece of shit car. It lurched forward hard and hit the curb in front of Hector's house.
"No," I groaned. By the time I shoved open the door and stepped out of my car, dark smoke poured from the engine compartment. Tapping my God power, I summoned a fire extinguisher and cautiously touched the hood. It wasn't hot, but to be safe, I carefully raised it and stood back. The smoke made me cough. I waved it away and peered into the engine compartment. There was no fire, but every hose was melted into black goo. The timing belt was shredded into pieces. How could that happen? I was a God. Why wasn't my life perfect?
Being a God was nothing like I imagined it to be. I thought that the Gods did whatever they wanted. It sure seemed that way. In reality, being the God of Sex was a job. A twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week job. Not that I was complaining--much. I got paid in worship, which gave me power. The catch--and there was always a catch--was that I couldn't keep all of it. No God who hoarded power kept believers happy for long, so most of what I took in went right back to my worshippers in the form of answered prayers. Since so many people appealed for my help, I could have been one of the most powerful Gods, but my Master Hector only let me keep a small allowance of that power. Even though he was the God of Love, he was one strict, badass leather-daddy and he kept me on a very short leash. I worshipped him for that.
As I stared stupidly down at the devastation in the engine compartment of my car, Hector stood on the narrow strip of grass between the curb and the sidewalk, his hands in the pockets of his pleated dress pants. "Sam, those are your new shoes," he said.
Was he speaking English? Because what he said made no sense.
He clenched his jaw. "Look what you're standing in."
That I understood. A vile pool of motor oil and coolant seeped from under the car and surrounded me. The buckskin leather of my new shoes sucked up the liquid and turned sickly green where the stain had spread.
I reached for my cell phone.
"Who are you calling?" Hector asked.
He rolled his eyes. "Sam, a car doesn't get any deader than that."
"Ray can fix it. He can fix anything." I had near religious reverence for my mechanic. He wasn't a God, but he rated as a deity in my book. As I was dialing, fate delivered the coupe de grace. My car let out a terrible death groan and the engine block shattered into three pieces.
"Even Ray can't fix that." Hector seemed so pleased. I glared at him. He scratched his forehead. "Okay. Call for a tow truck if you want to, you stubborn little mule. But I'm telling you that there's no power on earth that can make your car run again."
Knowing better, I still put a hand on my hip and sneered at Hector. "Oh, ye of little faith. Just watch. Ray will work his magic and it'll be running in no time."