Thursday, September 12, 2013
Shades of Pink Teaser - The Last Night by Jean Booth
Every day until the end of September, I will post here the blurb for one of the stories from the Shades of Pink charity anthology, as well as a teaser, and a short bio for the author. The anthology will be available on October 1st, with all proceeds going to breast cancer research. I invite you to come back, share the links for these teasers, tell your friends about it... It's all for a good cause! And if you tweet about it, you can use the hashtag #shadesofpink :)
Today, a glimpse from The Last Night by Jean Booth
Beneath the waves, on an ancient, mythological island, Atreyu and Cleito must choose between facing Poseidon’s wrath by thwarting fate, or initiating an ancient prophecy. Will they choose to continue their forbidden love, dooming their lost civilization to a watery grave in the ocean's depths or allow Atlantis to rise?
“I love you.” Atreyu said fiercely, his words coming out harsh with the strength of his desperation and conviction. “I should’ve told you centuries ago, but I could never bring myself to utter the words. I knew that even if you felt it, your bonds would prevent you from saying it anyway.”
Cleito looked into Atreyu’s silver eyes, cupping his beloved cheek in her small hand and wishing she could let him know what she felt for him. She knew the words were better left unsaid.
Atreyu was right. Even though she loved him with her whole heart, she could never tell him. She was bound and mated to another, and Poseidon didn’t share. She couldn’t tell Atreyu that if she had to choose, if she wasn’t mated, she’d choose him every time. She couldn’t let him into the very recesses of her heart, couldn’t bear to see the pain in his eyes when she told him he was her everything as she left him to return to her husband’s arms.
“You’re right. I couldn’t tell you I loved you, even if I did.” She replied, hiding her emotions behind a wall of stone. “Once all this is over, I will return to Poseidon.”
Her heart broke as twin tears spilled from Atreyu’s eyes, tears she was grateful to not be able to shed. They both knew the truth of her words; had known for centuries before, when their affair began. Neither cared then, although, she’d been wary. Had she known just how much they’d come to love one another, she’d have forced herself to stay far away from him.
Yet, here he was, confessing what she’d known for millennia. He loved her and she loved him.
They could never be, though. She was the Alma Xemelga, soul mate to the god Poseidon, and Atreyu’s mate was still out there, somewhere. She kept reminding herself that once Atreyu found his Alma Xemelga, his soul’s other half, he’d forget all about her anyway.
Once one found their mate, the other half of their soul, they were complete and had no need for anyone else. At least, that’s what the stories said. Cleito knew it to be a lie. At least, she thought it was. Perhaps if Poseidon hadn’t been banished from her, she’d have never felt the heart-wrenching loneliness that led her to Atreyu’s arms in the first place.
If he was right about the reason he came here, she’d find out soon enough. Atreyu came to her palace, her prison, to tell her the news. A Surface Dweller had arrived on Atlantis and with her arrival; Poseidon’s shade had visited Atreyu in his temple. This woman would be the one to break the curse holding them prisoner beneath the waves.
Once her grandson, King Nereus found out, he’d have the woman executed.
She almost sided with Nereus. She almost wanted this Surface Dweller killed before she found her mate. It’d be so much easier if she’d never shown up. Alas, life wasn’t about what was easy, it ebbed and flowed how it would, causing conflict to grow, mold and strengthen the character of one’s heart. She just thought it was bullshit. Her heart was breaking with this loss. Ten thousand years, give or take a century, was a long time to love another man.
“I’ll meet her today. Perhaps it’s not too late and we can rid ourselves of this problem before it becomes one.” Atreyu replied, cursing the hopeful tone smothering his voice.
“No,” she replied. “I’ll not be messing with fate. Go. Meet her and do what must be done. It’s our duty, our responsibility to fix what Atlas destroyed so long ago.”
Jean Booth lives in Nevada with her husband and cats. When she's not out risking her neck on the back of her motorcycle, she enjoys the more calm activities of reading, gardening, and spending time with her friends and family. She has worked in health care for most of her adult life before deciding to finally share the stories that have been living in her head.
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