Detective Bach didn't like getting thrown off the case of the Feather Boa Killer just because he'd begun to suspect it was personal between him and the killer. Turns out he was right -- the killer follows him to Los Regalos and picks up his murderous spree there.
Bach likes it even less when his new partner at Los Regalos is a lady detective with a really bad temper, snakes in her hair, bat wings, and an infallible nose for murder. Oh, yeah, and Cissy's got a mushy heart for animals -- lots of animals. And she's a triplet. And a goddess -- really! His head hurts.
Cissy's real name is Tisiphone the Fury, and she's been trying to find her own individuality since she and her sisters decided to live on different continents. What's a Fury supposed to do except become a murder detective at Los Regalos? Now her contract is near an end and she's weighing her options. That is, until Detective Bastian Bach walks into her precinct and dumps the case of a serial killer on Cissy's desk. Her nose tells her more. Bach's right. It's personal.
And it's about to get really personal.
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"Ms. Austin did well with Viva Los Regalos: Beware The Fury. She kept my attention throughout... I enjoyed reading this adventure."
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"...A lighthearted horror spoof with campy humor and clever banter between our hero and heroine... Viva Los Regalos: Beware the Fury
is just plain fun and sure to put a smile on your face."
-- Karen Haas, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
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"Oh, wow! Not only was this short story different, but it’s really cool! I know this is supposed to be an erotic story and it is, with all the usual kinky fun stuff, but there’s something about Beware the Fury that made it a pure pleasure to read. I think it was the author’s storytelling voice. I liked her style."
-- 4 Stars from Xeranthemum, Long and Short Reviews
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Viva Los Regalos: Beware the Fury
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Copyright ©2007 Lena Austin
The bright brown eyes lost their look of surprise, and mischief quickly replaced it. "How'd you know what and who I am? Most people don't guess."
Bastian chuckled. "I'll hazard a guess most don't have parents who are professors of classical Greco-Roman literature, either. I grew up hearing the stories. Los Regalos is famed for being the place where the paranormal meets modern reality. Three identical sisters, your surname, and your sisters' names modernized from Alecto to Alex and Megaera to Meg -- it all fit. Cissy is much easier to pronounce than Tisiphone, so I applaud the choice."
"Oh." She blinked twice, absorbing his deductions. "Good going, Detective." Her voice changed to a teasing drawl. "Since you're in my protective custody, I feel it my duty to see to it you don't get bored. Care for a game of Parcheesi?"
Bastian couldn't resist pretending to give the offer consideration, despite the fact he could feel his raging hard-on pressing on her thigh. "Hmm. I'm not too good with that one. How about a game of nude Twister instead?"
"Works for me!" She clamped down on his mouth with her lips.
Their tongues locked and wrestled. Bastian guessed she was used to being in charge. That would be different.
Then Cissy broke the kiss. "Want to have a tour of Tartarus?"
"See the famed home of the Furies in Hell? You bet your beautiful bottom." Then Bastian thought of something. "Er, don't you have harpies for servants and don't they rip men to shreds for fun and dinner?"
"Yeah, but only on orders. You're safe. Shut your eyes and we'll be there in two shakes of a centaur's tail." Cissy's arms wrapped around his body.
Bastian shut his eyes. Call him curious, but he couldn't think of a more exotic locale to make love to a goddess. "Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"
His quip made her laugh so hard, he almost didn't hear the sound of wings, but he damn sure felt the g-forces. Furies could break the sound barrier, it seemed. Figures. Bastian thought he'd freeze. Then it got hot. Really hot. And steamy. Was there water in Hell? Apparently so.
She stopped and landed abruptly. "Count to five, then open your eyes. That will give me enough time to return to a more human form."
Since Bastian didn't want to be a quivering ball of jelly, he obeyed. At least the temperature was warm, but within an acceptable range. By the time he got to four, a soft and very human hand caressed his cock back to life. The cold hadn't done it much good.
Bastian reached forward at "five" and found Cissy's breast with his palm. He ventured a peek. Yep, pink flesh, and a dark rosy nipple to play with. Bastian couldn't resist a nibble. She must have lost the clothes while transforming. Nice trick. He also caught a glimpse of a Roman bath, the edge covered in cushions, directly behind her. Perfect. Time for the human to have an upper hand. His mouth never left her breasts, which Bastian tried to give equal attention to while guiding her backwards.
Cissy responded to his gentle pressure by stepping backwards until she stood with her toes hanging on the edge, his arms the only thing holding her from falling in the water. "Watersports, handsome?"
"Yeah. Mind if I indulge in a fantasy? Sit down on the edge of the water. Legend has it that goddesses taste like the ambrosia they eat." His hand slid down to play with her clit to emphasize what part of a certain goddess Bastian intended to taste.
She moaned and stepped away from the edge. "I wouldn't know. Why don't you tell me?" She sat down and spread, waiting patiently for him to strip out of his clothes. Not that Bastian needed cleaning, but who could resist the idea of making love with a goddess in a Roman bath? Not this cop.
Bastian dove right in and licked eagerly. Unlike other women, she did taste like a fruit and honey concoction. If that was ambrosia, it was fit for the gods. The human Bastian sure loved the taste. He could have stayed all day and not bothered to pack a lunch. He'd back up the legend any time and confirm the taste of ambrosia was indeed addicting.
Cissy moaned, shuddered, played with her own tits and generally let him know he did a good job. She lay back on her elbows, and let him have his way until she stilled and cried out, her voice echoing off the ceiling.
Bastian hadn't paid attention to the décor, but he assumed it was tiled and that was why her voice bounced everywhere. Torches, tiles, and a hot Olympic sized pool were all he needed to know.
His Fury squeaked like a mouse when Bastian grabbed her hips and pulled her into the water with him. He imagined surprising an immortal was pretty hard to do. After all, she'd been around a long time. He'd wonder later how he accepted all this so easily. Maybe Mom's idea of bedtime stories had finally done some good.
Bastian carried Cissy to the steps and sat down, impaling her on his cock right in the water. Cissy gasped and squirmed and generally let him know she was having a marvelous time. She was still orgasming, too, giving his cock a hot massage he'd never forget.
Bastian held on to the world's first hellcat and gave her the best time he knew how and hoped he'd survive the experience. Bastian wasn't sure he would, because his own impending orgasm was going to rival Mt. Vesuvius.