
The image of a nude female draped over Hothar’s lap flashed across my mind. Oh, hell no. The bastard was fondling her breasts. A murderous fury swept over me. “And how many pleasure houses did that undercover assignment include?”
Hothar’s eyes narrowed. “I did what was necessary to maintain my cover.”
“And you enjoyed every minute of it too, didn’t you?” I shoved the memory of the nude female into his head. “Why don’t you just admit, you forgot all about me. But that’s okay, you’ll never have to see me again. It’s a win-win situation for both of us.” I stomped off.
The war commander teleported in front of me. “Stop!”
“Why? You made your choice and it’s obvious you don’t want me.”
Hothar’s hands closed around my arms and up I went. He held me at eye level. “How could you even think I would have sex with another female?”
“What am I supposed to believe? You were touching her.” I studied his stern face, hoping to find some sign of affection or love. “I thought you were the other half of my soul. Guess I was wrong.”
A burning hunger exploded in Hothar’s eyes. “Every hour of every day without you was pure agony.” He gently shook me. “You are mine and I will never let you go.”
“Why should I believe you?”
Hothar’s mouth closed over mine. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a body-burning, soul-searing lip lock.
Excerpt Three:
“Next up is Aphrodite, Goddess of Love,” a voice shouted over the titty bar loudspeakers.
No freakin’ way. The witch wouldn’t be stupid enough to audition as a stripper when we were hunting her, would she? Nah. It was just a coincidence. There were probably lots of dancers who called themselves Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love.
Aphrodite’s bell-shaped breasts bobbed wildly as she ran out on the stage, wearing only a pink G-string.
Hitch made a noise like a cat hacking up a hairball.
Yep, that summed it up. What had happened to Aphrodite’s dream of being a chorus girl in Vegas?
The men in the audience whistled and stomped their feet as Aphrodite humped the pole like an inebriated caterpillar.
“Move your ass,” someone shouted.
The witch twitched her butt spasmodically.
Holy hell. Aphrodite had no sense of rhythm, nor could she dance. Ugh. Enough was enough. I wound my way through the tables and jumped up onto the stage. “Are you insane? We’re leaving now.”
Aphrodite glared at me. “Go away.”
Dozens of cockroaches scurried over my sandals. “Wazzock’s piss!” I hopped around like a crazy person trying to dislodge the little beasts.
Hitch trilled in excitement and the roaches began to vanish.
The men shouted, “Shake it baby. Shake it!”
Aphrodite shoved me. “Get off the stage. You’re ruining my routine.”
“Routine?” I did a tap dance on the bugs. “This is a cockroach-infested titty bar, not Vegas.”
“You’re spoiling everything,” Aphrodite snarled.
“You’ll thank me later. Where are your clothes?”
“I’m not leaving,” Aphrodite shrieked.
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