"Ms. Andersen has penned an enchanting story with captivating characters and a mystery or two to keep the readers guessing." ~ Water Nymph of Literary Nymphs (4 nymphs)

"The author wove an intricate mystery throughout the story that had me on the edge of my seat...Best of all, she left enough of the mystery unsolved to create a titillating cliff-hanger guaranteed to make the reader hungry for the sequel, without leaving this story feeling ‘unfinished’. " ~ Jennifer of ck2skwipsandkritiques (3-1/2 clovers)

Warren Feldman is entranced by his attractive and luscious assistant. He is built like a dark Greek god with a most formidable talent: telekinesis. Though he hates his telekinetic ability, he doesn’t hesitate to use his powers to ensnare Holly to his lusts and to take them on a delightful journey of sensual pleasures.

Until they discover certain evil forces at work against them and threatening their lives… and things aren’t as simple as they seem.

Holly’s mouth went dry at the glimpse of the perfect male specimen in the open doorway of the room next to hers.  A tall, Greek god in books she’d never read about, this man possessed a head of thick dark hair (wet now from an obviously recent shower), a solid, nicely-muscled male chest topped by springy black curls, a flat abdomen and long, powerful legs.  She felt a crushing disappointment at the sight of the white bath towel tied low over his hips, which was certain to be covering the most interesting part of his anatomy. 

His eyes narrowed.  “You’re new here, aren’t you?  I haven’t seen you before.”

“Fancy that.  You actually notice the mortals.”

“Mortals?”  He looked awestruck, and then he threw back his head and laughed.  It did wonderful things to make him seem more human.  “What am I, a god?”

Why couldn’t he have been dumb as an ox?

Holly caught herself staring at his bronzed upper body, which rippled with his laughter.  Was it as warm and hard as it looked?  She wanted to touch, to see for herself, to feel his muscles beneath her fingers.  She wanted to be one of those fat drops of water glistening on his chest.

Huh?

This was bad.

“And you’re one of those lowly mortals?”  He crowded her, stepping over the untidy heap on the floor and backing her until she hit the wall.

Her breath quickened, fear and excitement drugging her blood.  Her eyes were huge as she stared up at him, and her heart was beating fast.

“Am I Zeus then, with his myriad of lovers?  Or Apollo, with a visage as bright as the sun?”

Of course, he’d have to refer to the Greek gods when there were Roman gods as well as Norse and Celtic --

He planted his hands beside each side of her head, effectively trapping her.  He was big and male and overwhelming.  And he smelled good.  Too good.  She held her breath and pushed hard against the wall, though she had nowhere to go.  His tone was amused as he continued, “Or maybe war-hungry Ares, or -- ”

“How about Narcissus,” she retorted, “who couldn’t see past his own nose?”

His eyes glinted, and she was suddenly aware of the precariousness of her position.  She should have been warned when his tone had turned low and dangerous, but no, she had to goad him further.

“Are you calling me vain and egotistical?”

“M -- more of,” she stuttered, “self -- self-centered.”

He shifted and pressed the full length of his body against her.  “I think I like you stammering and trembling and completely at my mercy.”

Warren laughed. “But then, you are right.”

“Right? What do you mean I’m -- Right!” She screamed the last word as ropes, seemingly from nowhere, bound her arms and legs to the chair.

“Warren!” The rope on her right arm looped itself into an intricate ribbon. She wasn’t amused.

“You’re right to be suspicious, but I’m glad to prove you wrong: I am so a gentleman."

“By your definition.” She struggled against her bindings. Surprisingly, she was tied quite tight, in that she couldn’t move her arms and her legs, no matter how much effort she exerted. “Take it off, Warren!”

“How could you malign me that way. You don’t want me to touch you. Ergo, I am not touching you. In fact --”

“Warren!” She was exasperated and furious and… excited. She couldn’t deny the sizzle of excitement stirring in her veins. The intensity shining from his eyes was doing strange things to her nerves.

“You wanted to know about my powers, didn’t you, that Monday night? I’m just giving you a demonstration.” The expression on his face by contrast was mild, bordering on boredom. “Not that I’m bragging, but my telekinetic powers are a tad stronger than is even normal for those born with such ability. It’s easy for me to manipulate things, the way I did with the rope while talking with you. Maybe that’s where the concept of multi-tasking came from. Anyway, my ability is also quite nimble, in the sense that actions requiring a bit of dexterity are of no problem. For example, I can --”

“No!” Holly shrieked, afraid of reaching the point of no return. Her nipples were peaking and a suspicious wetness was pooling in her pussy. And he had yet to touch her...