Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Release day for The Lure of the Vine!

Today Freya's Bower releases The Lure of the Vine!

Based on the legends of the Greek god Dionysus, God of the Vine - or wine, technically. As an immortal, he'd still be around today, plying his wares. Legend has it that he was both friend and foe to people. His wine could make them feel like a god, too - powerful, happy, all-fulfilled. Or Dionysus could destroy them with wine.

His followers, the Maenads, likewise could be singing and dancing in the forest one moment and the next, ripping unsuspecting people to bloody shreds. True to the double-sided nature of wine, apparently, although humans tend to do these things metaphorically rather than literally.

Unlike other gods, Dionysus loved his mortal wife, Ariadne, faithfully. Her death devastated him and he mourned for centuries.

The Lure of the Vine intertwines these legends in a tale of present day. I hope you'll read it and let me know what you think!



Here's an excerpt:

On the wall opposite his bed hung a portrait. The likeness stunned her. “Oh my God. How did you…?” When could he have had a portrait made of her?
“She’s my wife.” He sat on the bed and stared at the painting, his eyes like glass. “Ariadne.”
“Your wife?” She walked closer, the portrait almost breathing, as though she were looking in the mirror. “It’s amazing.”
“When I saw you, it was as if….” He lay back on the bed, laid his forearm across his eyes.
“Oh, Dion.” She sat next to him. Ariadne. She’d heard that name before.
“I miss her so terribly.” Pain cracked his voice.
“I’m sorry. If I had known….” She couldn’t finish–what? She wouldn’t have come here?
He sat up and held her shoulders. “Ariadne. My princess.” His voice held an unfamiliar gruffness.
“No. I’m Clio.” She pushed at his arms.
With one swift movement, he twisted her beneath him. “The Fates brought you back to me.”
The Fates. Ariadne. Dion…. Her mother had told her bedtime tales when she was growing up. The realization hit her. “Dionysus.” The God of the Vine.
It couldn’t be, didn’t make sense.
Hearing his true name, his face alighted with happiness. His mouth sought hers. A life force flowed from the portrait through Clio’s veins, overwhelmed her senses, as if she’d drunk a case of his wine. His wet lips traveled down her neck. The strap of her bathing suit fell away, revealing her breast. He suckled and nibbled at her. His fingers slid between her legs, his tongue tracing her ribs, then her hips.
His tongue licked and teased. With a groan, she arched her back, inviting more, but wanting nothing of him. A swirl of thoughts stormed through her mind, fighting for dominance. Her writhing body screamed for completion. She clutched his hair. Her breaths came hard and fast, a wave of passion cresting within her.
He slid his leg across hers, then hovered above her. “You are my queen again.”
His words sobered her. Two desperate needs clashed within her, to reunite with a husband for whom yearning had surpassed sanity, and to escape, to find a husband she loved more than anything. Her words from her wedding night returned to her: I will do anything for you.



2 comments:

Wendi Zwaduk said...

OOOh! Great exceprt! I can't wait to get a copy!

Kudos,

Wendo

Cate Masters said...

Thanks so much, Wendi! Hope you enjoy it.