“Naked Statues”: Blurb
A series of naked, well-endowed statues in the
Botanical Gardens encourages lovers Fleur, Ricky and Heath to indulge in some
hot, naughty public sex. But there’s more to these statues than rock-hard abs…
Lily and Flynn have been trapped inside a statue
since last Halloween. When a mischievous god with a love of all things sexual
swaps them for the trio of lovers, can the strength of their love set them all
free?
Excerpt PG13
“Oh my goodness!
Now this one I like,” laughed Fleur, climbing up the steps onto a statue in the
Botanical Gardens. She slid between the legs of the man of stone and rested her
mouth over its extra large penis.
“This
one’s so much better endowed than the angel with the long, curly hair we saw
over there a ways.”
Ulric
snapped a photo of her on his phone, saying, “Sweetie, that was no angel. That
was Eros, and trust me, his behavior is said to be anything but angelic!”
“I
wouldn’t expect anything else from the God of Love and Sex!” She jumped down
from the statue to look at the photo with him. Meanwhile Heath had kept
walking, his gaze on a statue down a short pathway on their right.
“Hey,
Ricky, you’ll like this one better, I promise,” called Heath.
Fleur ran
to see what Heath was looking at and Ulric ambled along behind his two
partners. He loved them both equally, and as a triad they had some spectacular
sex, but he didn’t always understand their thought patterns. Especially
Fleur’s. He grinned, remembering when he first met them. He’d hated having to
go to that charity dinner. Then the three had all been left sitting at the
table when their tablemates got up to dance. They’d started talking, and the
relationship had exploded from there.
While the
idea of spending a sunny Saturday afternoon walking around the Botanical
Gardens was totally not his scene, Fleur had wanted to come, Heath was
agreeable, and as Ricky hadn’t had any better ideas of things to do, here they
were. Besides, he was amused at Fleur’s enthusiastic explanation that the trip
to the gardens was all about their names. She’d said Fleur was French for
flower, and Heath was a kind of plant, and gardens always had flowers and
plants. Also, Ulric means wolf and she’d heard a statue of a wolf was to be found
in the gardens. Maybe next weekend we’d
better go to the zoo. Ricky grinned to himself and caught up to the others.
Heath was staring up at a statue of a woman wearing nothing much, with one huge
breast exposed.
“Climb up
and kiss it, Heath, and I’ll take your photo,” called Fleur.
Heath
shrugged the backpack off his shoulders and took a run up to the statue,
catching hold of her elbows and kissing the breast, before dropping back to the
ground.
The three
laughed over the rather blurry photo on Fleur’s phone, then Heath picked up his
backpack and they continued walking along the little path, which took another
turn.
“We seem
to be walking around this neverending hedge-thing. I wonder what it is,”
commented Fleur.
Still
another turn took them to the opening in the hedge and a sign.
“It’s a
maze! Oh, awesome. Come on,” called Fleur, running inside. “Right or left?”
Ricky
scanned the sign, but there was no key to the maze there. “Likely we’ll be
stuck here for a hundred years, slowly starving and turning into skeletons,” he
wailed in as mournful a voice as he could manage.
“Our bones
will be found by archeologists on a dig in the year 2100,” added Heath in a
sepulchral tone.
But Fleur
just laughed, turning right and left as they meandered through the maze.
This book was previously published by Scarlet Harlot Publishing as "Rock Hard".
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