Now I said in the title that statues weren't for museums any longer. None of the statues I chose were from museums. They're from parks and churches. But I meant my statue and that bronze coming to life. It's crazy. Statues coming to life? Really?
I didn't think it could be possible. Well, other than the living statues like the ones in New York and Las Vegas. I don't know how those people can hold still that long, let alone in some of those crazy poses. I couldn't do it, but those who know me know I can't sit still at all.
If you could be a statue, which would you be? A David? A woman in a fantastic gown? A fairy? Gnome? I'd love to know. Me? I'd be one of those sleeping statues, the kind that's in wet drapery, buxom and sleeping near a park or grave. I don't know what it is about those, but I think they're beautiful. Guess I'm odd. Or I'm looking at them as to how I can work them into a story. Grin.
Soft
Bronze by Megan Slayer
Short Story (Quickie)
Paranormal, Contemporary, Sci-Fi/Fantasy
M/M, Anal Sex
Ellora’s Cave
Sequel to Soft Marble
Zelus, the god of jealousy, has been imprisoned in solid bronze for the last two millennia. A simple kiss can break the spell and free him from the metal—if his lover is willing to believe.
Camden Crowe isn’t a specialist in ancient artifacts, but he does know how to guard them. He spends his days working as a security guard in charge of keeping the bronze statue of Zelus safe. He can’t contain his attraction to the nude god. What will happen when the security geek finds out he’s stronger than he ever believed and can harness the power of the gods?
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
A Romantica® male/male erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
At AllRomance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-softbronze-1764388-237.html
Excerpt:
©Megan
Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved
“What a shame. They should pack you
in something better than straw. You should have the best. Respect.” He touched
Zelus’ cheek. The bronze had taken on a dark patina over the years and hid the
metal’s natural beauty. He knew better than to expect the statue to come to
life. Fairy tales and magic only happened in books. Life wasn’t a book. Still,
he wondered what the god might have looked like if he were a real man. Dark
hair with a bit of curl and body…sparkling eyes—blue maybe…or would they be
brown? He figured the real man would have a brilliant smile guaranteed to make
everyone melt to his will. He longed to run his fingers through the statue’s
expertly sculpted hair and over every muscle of the man’s body until he came to
Zelus’ cock. He sucked in a long breath. The man was packing. Most ancient
statues weren’t so endowed. Either the artist really liked Zelus or he’d
fashioned the dick after someone he knew. Each ridge and vein were expertly
defined. The cock looked so realistic. Kudos to the artist for his work.
Camden chuckled. He had to be out of
his mind, fantasizing about a statue. Maybe old Gus was right. He was screwed
up. Actually, it didn’t matter if he was a little different. He didn’t care. He
liked the statue and he wasn’t ready to let it go.
“I’ll visit you.” He touched his
lips, then the lips of the statue. A wild idea popped into his head. The next
time he’d see the statue, it would be on display surrounded by palm trees or
even worse, dressed in crappy touristy clothes. If he kissed the bronze, no one
would know or probably care. He leaned into the crate and pressed his mouth to
the mouth of the statue. His entire body warmed. The erection from before came
back stronger. He moaned, then broke the kiss. A lip-lock with the statue
turned him on. The metal didn’t taste like metal…more like the salty sweat of a
hardworking man. Even the texture wasn’t right. The lips felt softer, like an
actual person, and seemed to be kissing him back. Christ, he needed to get out
more and stop allowing his imagination to get away from him.
“I
wish you were real.” Camden smiled, then left the statue. He knew better than
to expect his dreams to come true, but his soul yearned for a man like the one
portrayed in the bronze. He’d fallen in love with the statue.
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