Under the Satyr Moon a curse was wrought, and under
the same moon shall it be reversed...
...if the Fates allow.
A
freelance photography job goes downhill fast when Lily Anders' boyfriend dumps
her and disappears from the campsite, leaving her stranded in the middle of the
Blue Ridge Mountains. Feeling lost, heartbroken, and afraid, Lily follows a
mysterious melody through the wilderness. She never would have guessed the
source of the music would reveal that legendary figures of Greek mythology
really existed, and she could be one of them.
Ever
since he was cursed, Ariston has only wanted one thing—to be human again. He
has searched the globe for a nymph to free him, but over three thousand years
of failure has pushed him into a life of solitude. Ariston believes he's
finally found the salvation he's longed for when he catches Lily spying on him
in the forest. Unfortunately, he has to convince her to like him first.
What
seems to be the Fates bringing them together in time for the Satyr Moon proves
to be an elaborate scheme with macabre intentions. Dionysus has sent Ariston's
estranged brother, Adonis, to ensure the curse cannot be broken, and nothing
tosses cold water over the flame of seduction like a twin seeking vengeance.
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"Oh God. Oh God. I'm hallucinating,
probably have a fever, and I need to get out of here now." She nodded as she said the last word as if it finalized
her babbling, confirming an inner argument of some sort.
"I don't think you're suffering any
ailments. You can keep gawking at me all you like. Although, I would prefer if
you looked a little higher than my feet." Much more impressive, that. At
least, no one had ever complained before.
She made a derogatory noise in the back
of her throat. "Please tell me you're some D&D nerd in a really well-made
costume and you mean me no harm. Also, if you have a cell phone, I would really
appreciate it if you don't take my previous comment personally and let me
borrow it for a moment." Ah, well, that solved one of his concerns; if she
had no phone, she couldn't have sent evidence or contacted anyone about what
she'd seen. Unless, of course, she had a camera stashed somewhere. I should probably frisk her to find out.
He crossed his arms. "This is not a
costume." Ariston narrowed his eyes, a thought occurring to him. "I
didn't sense you being attracted by my song like I did the blonde. Are you a
magical being? Who are you? A deity? A demigoddess?" He was on to
something there, but wasn't sure what. Had she brought the freak thunderstorm
the night before? There had been no sign of rain, yet rained it had. And hailed
on top of it.
"Right... Maybe you should let me
hold that phone I mentioned before. I think it could bring help for both of us."
"I don't have a phone on me. Where
would I put it? In my leg hair?" He lifted a hoof and waved it in a
counterclockwise motion. Brunette's eyes widened once more. Why did everyone
get all worked up over the hooves, but not the horns? Those mostly received a pffft reaction followed by a series of
retorts about his nature of "horniness." It's not like he would start
making goat noises and chewing on buttons. The only part of his anatomy of any real
importance hung heavily between his legs, and that was as human as any mortal
man. Except he liked to think he was better endowed.
"In your, uh, gun holster?"
Brunette pointed to his panpipes.
"What about it?" Ariston
asked.
"You asked where you would put a
cellphone. There is a large pocket on your strappy purse thingy." She
nibbled her full bottom lip, an act that shot fire to his groin.
"It's not a purse. How could you
even say that? It's very manly."
"Uh huh. Of course."
"It is." The twinge of lust
faded out as he noticed the blood spotted bandage across the palm of her hand.
"How were you injured?" Ariston took an unconscious step toward her.
He had medical supplies at the cabin. Though he healed at phenomenal speeds,
his blood still made a mess when it flowed on the wrong side of his skin. He
could patch her up in no time.
She glanced at her palm, almost
surprised to see the bandage there. Then she shook her head and said,
"Yeah, this is the weirdest conversation ever. Sorry, but...gotta dash."
She darted off in the opposite direction. As she sprinted away, stinging drops
of water began to bombard his skin. Brunette had to be the one manipulating the rain, but how? What was she? It must
be linked to her emotions somehow, and it made him wonder what had happened to
provoke the furious assault from the elements the night before.
Ariston snapped out of his stupor and
chased after her. "Hey, not so fast!" A thought started taking root
in his mind. He'd been excited about her before, but if he was right... Gods,
he couldn't let her escape. Not if there was a chance.
Brunette was magical in nature, affecting
the elements. The timing was too good to be true. Ariston had sought one of her
kind for as long as he'd been a satyr, and if she turned out being a nymph, she
was also his savior. Unfortunately, his salvation continued putting distance
between them. She may have the upper hand in the rain, but he knew the forest
well. He'd capture her like the legends of old, and she'd be his. Mine!
She had revealed herself to him. Perhaps
not intentionally, yet she had. All he needed was Brunette to desire him enough
to take him as a lover under the Satyr Moon. He smiled. Ariston was rusty when
it came to true seduction, without the use of magic, but he enjoyed a
challenge. He could be free, mortal, could finally have a family, grow old, and
live a normal human life.
A Visit with Rebekah Lewis:
1.
How did you start writing erotic romance?
I got a weird idea in my head, and started
writing to see what would happen. Ended up being naughty LOL
2.
Plotter or pantster?
A little of both. I plot an outline then
the rest is filled in as I go.
3.
What are three things you have on your writing
desk?
Cell phone, Funko Pop figures of Thor and
Loki, and a miniature statue of Atlas holding the globe on his shoulders.
4.
Favorite food?
Mac and cheese
5.
Tell us a little about your new release. What
character in the book really spoke to you?
Under the Satyr Moon is about a satyr named
Ariston who has been trying to find a nymph to break his curse for over three
thousand years. He finally finds her and
has to convince her to like him which proves difficult when he keeps making
himself look bad because he has no experience in wooing properly. Lily was much
easier to write than Ariston. Though Hermes, as always, is the one that is the
most vocal in terms of me writing him.
6.
I write because ____...
I will go insane from all the voices in my
head otherwise. ;)
7.
What is your favorite type of character to write
about?
One with no filter. I am an introvert. I am
also shy and have social anxiety. So characters that are outgoing and say what
they want are a lot of fun because they can do and say things I can't do or say
without having an anxiety attack and dying of mortification :P
8.
What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
In Under the Satyr Moon, Ariston tells Lily
he could seduce her into wanting to be with him for the ritual at the end of
the book. Things occur that prevents it, but Lily, being curious, eventually
asks what he would do. So he shows her, and that scene makes me blush just
thinking about.
9.
What advice would you give new authors in the
erotica/romance field?
Don't stress so much about the erotic scenes
on the first draft. I fill it in on the first revision because I will sit there
and stare at the computer feeling overwhelmed if I try to do it the first time.
It slows the story flow, and I rather keep writing and enhance it latter than
try to make it perfect on the first pass.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
Hermes is getting a novella. Because he won't shut up. LOL I
am also dabbling in a dystopian novel and a time travel novella about a pirate
in present day.
Rebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor
of Arts in English Literature. She is an award-winning cover artist for digital
publishers, and enjoys every minute of it when not immersed into a world of
satyrs and Greek gods. Always feeling the need to be productive, she can be
found creating something whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts.
She resides in Savannah, GA with her cat, Bagheera.
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