Greek Style
A Razor's Edge Monster Erotica Short
Author: Stephanie Burke
Cover Art: Angela Knight
BIN: 06527-02099
Genres: Action Adventure, Paranormal
Themes: Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Multicultural & Interracial, Multiple Partners, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism
Book Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 30
All May wanted was to take pictures of poppies in the mountains of Greece. She didn’t know she was breaking a taboo and stealing male energy.
But when a satyr and a faun demand she gives back what she has inadvertently taken, the term Get Your Goat suddenly takes on a new and deliciously naughty meaning.
Praise for Greek Style
"First time time reader of Stephanie Burke and it was a fun sexy read. May while on vacation treaded on sacred grounds and must return the energy she stolen by accident. Join the adventure as Silenus & Clavius take May on a sexual adventure of bliss. Enjoy!"
-- 4 Stars from Shell, Amazon Review
"I liked it overall! Especially with Greek mythos involved, had my interest peaked story-wise!"
-- Rose~Dove, Amazon Review
"Gets straight to the point, which is some awesome Satyr sex. The voyeurism was a great plus as well! I definitely recommend this book."
-- 5 Stars from Kindle User, Amazon Review
"...the field is filled with more than just flowers. It is almost the mating season for fauns and satyrs. Her presence at their gathering has everything falling to pieces and she has to fix things Greek Style."
-- 5 Stars from Rebecca, Amazon Review
"This was a really well done erotic fantasy novel. I enjoyed the characters and getting to know their world. It work for me as a concept and am glad I read this."
-- 5 Stars from Kathryn, Amazon Review
"Hot, quick and sinful. I love the work of Stephanie Burke. The author takes the story to places I would’ve ever expected or fathomed, and it works so well. The writing flowed along well, and I felt like I was there with the characters."
-- Nymphaea, Long and Short Reviews
Greek Style
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So much urine...
That was the only thought that went through May's mind as she recalled her trips to the children's petting zoo so long ago. There were pygmy goats going into heat, and there was urine everywhere.
So now, as she was tied to a tree watching a field full of goat-legged men dance and sing, she was both fascinated and horrified by the prospect of watching them mate.
Of course it wasn't her fault that she was tied to this particular tree. No one ever told her wandering around the mountains of Cephalonia on her vacation to Greece would end up like this. She only wanted to see poppy fields, for goodness' sake. No one had warned her about roving bands of fauns and satyrs and mating season.
She didn't mean to crash their party, so to speak. She had just been taking photos and marveling at the majesty of the island that was said to be the home of Odysseus when she stumbled upon them in their poppy field of lust.
She couldn't understand a word of what they were saying, but a bunch of goat-legged men carrying spears would be enough to grab and hold anyone's attention. She was so stunned by this discovery that she never noticed the two... well... bucks, maybe... walking up behind her until they had her roped and hog-tied like the prize attraction at a 4H show.
They began babbling at her and she began screaming at them.
That hadn't helped matters, she was now willing to admit, because that got her tied to the tree and gagged.
And now she sat there, watching them build up a barn fire -- burning poppies and what smelled suspiciously like marijuana -- and dancing around like they had no sense.
She just wanted to go home. Forget going back to the hotel, she wanted to go home. There were no goat-legged men at home. There were no burning poppy fields making her feel like she was stuck in a Cheech and Chong movie. And there were definitely no mystical creatures carrying spears standing guard over her.
It was enough to make a woman cry... if she weren't so damn high.
But before she could further contemplate her pitiful state, she saw one of the shorter males clip up to her. He spoke softly to the huge guards, and they grunted something.
This one was one that she classified as a faun. He -- for his nakedness except for his fur left that abundantly clear -- was about her height of five feet four inches tall and looked to be a bit gentler than the ones she classified as satyrs. The major difference in her classification scheme was that the ones she considered fauns had smaller, branched horns like deer antlers and cute, elongated elf-like ears. The satyrs, on the other hand, had massive curled ram's horns on either side of their heads. Their ears hung low like goats' ears, and the dudes were massive. They all stood at least six feet four and were more heavily muscled than their faun counterparts.
In fact, it was the fauns who were dancing and having a blast while the satyrs looked on protectively with their big spears, big muscles and big... well, hung like a horse could have been rephrased as hung like a goat. But no one was pissing on anyone, so that was a good thing in her book.
The faun approaching her had a head full of long golden-brown curls which matched the mat of curls that covered his groin and legs. His cloven hooves were almost dainty when compared to the soup plates the satyrs clomped around on. His eyes were a gentle brown, and he offered her a tentative smile.
"Kalus urises?"
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