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If Hermes (and the other characters) from the Cursed Satyroi series had a
Twitter account, a typical day's worth of tweets would look something like…
AwesomeHermes: @PeterPANic You won't believe what just happened in
Olympus. No really, you won't believe it. Guess.
PeterPANic: @AwesomeHermes I shudder to think.
AwesomeHermes: @PeterPANic Seriously, guess.
BacchusLikeItsHaut: @AwesomeHermes @PeterPANic Zeus electrocuted
himself in the bathroom again.
AwesomeHermes: @BacchusLikeItsHaut Who in Hades are you? Definitely
not the real @DionBach judging by that name.
PeterPANic: @AwesomeHermes So…what happened in Olympus? Don't leave me
AwesomeHermes: @PeterPANic We had a great feast and in the midst of
the celebration there was this disembodied shriek that shook the mountain…
PeterPANic: @AwesomeHermes Please tell me *somebody* didn't attempt to
sneak harpies back into Olympus.
AwesomeHermes: @PeterPANic NO! THAT WAS ONE TIME!
AwesomeHermes: @PeterPANic It turns out that Aphrodite and Hera have
been having a spat lately. Well, Aphrodite made her move. We were eating roasted
PeterPANic: @AwesomeHermes Daaaaaaaamn. Hera's prized peacocks? Is
Aphrodite still alive?
BacchusLikeItsHot: @AwesomeHermes Clear up that nasty Herpes virus
with this fantastic product … Expand
AwesomeHermes: @BacchusLikeItsHot I swear to the gods I will end you
if you don't quit.
AwesomeHermes: @PeterPANic She is alive since Zeus forbade Hera from
touching her, but she is NOT happy. I would hate to be Aphie right now.
BacchusLikeItsHot: @AwesomeHermes There is but one God, and you are
but a blasphemer.
AwesomeHermes: @BacchusLikeItsHot …
AwesomeHermes: @BacchusLikeItsHot Dude. WTF
AwesomeHermes: @BacchusLikeItsHot Who is this!
AwesomeHermes: Spammer-trolls be troll-spammin'
THEPegasus1: @AwesomeHermes Don't reply to them.
AwesomeHermes: @THEPegasus1 You know I can't help it. Impulse
control—I have none!
THEPegasus1: @AwesomeHermes Oh well then.
AwesomeHermes: @THEPegasus1 How are you even tweeting. You're a horse.
You don't have opposable thumbs OR fingers for that matter.
THEPegasus1: @AwesomeHermes FU, jackass.
DionBach: @AwesomeHermes @BacchusLikeItsHot Who dares to impersonate
PeterPANic: @AwesomeHermes I have to ask, how was the peacock?
AwesomeHermes: @PeterPANic It wasn't bad, actually.
AwesomeHermes: @DionBach Can't you retrieve his IP or something with
all your fancy-man resources in that company of yours?
PeterPANic: @AwesomeHermes That's what she said.
AwesomeHermes: @PeterPanic What…oh. LMAO you are totally my son.
Kat_Silverton: @PeterPANic @AwesomeHermes Awwww. Father/Son bonding.
PeterPANic: @Kat_Silverton @AwesomeHermes Don't get used to it.
DionBach: @AwesomeHermes I sent you a direct message.
AwesomeHermes: @DionBach Got it. Thanks.
PeterPANic: @AwesomeHermes Traitor. Working with @DionBach does not
endear you to me.
AwesomeHermes: @PeterPANic Grow a pair, son. Common cause here. BRB.
Gonna go bitchslap @BacchusLikeItsHaut
BacchusLikeItsHaut: @AwesomeHermes @DionBach You posers don't scare
me. Whatcha gonna do? Come thr
AwesomeHermes: @DionBach @PeterPANic @THEPegasus1 Bitchslap
PeterPANic: @AwesomeHermes Good job.
DionBach: @AwesomeHermes Who was it?
THEPegasus1: @AwesomeHermes Congratulations. Do you want a cookie?
AwesomeHermes: @DionBach it was @Calixthesexy and @OrgasmicOrestes
playing games. Must be a slow day for them. They won't do it again.
DionBach: @AwesomeHermes @Calixthesexy @OrgasmicOrestes See that it
doesn't. What, one curse not enough for you?
AwesomeHermes: @THEPegasus1 I do want a cookie. I would ask you to
bake some, but YOU DON'T HAVE HANDS. Srsly how are you typing?
THEPegasus1: @AwesomeHermes Don't be a hater
OrgasmicOrestes: @AwesomeHermes @DionBach @Calixthesexy Dudes. Joke.
Ha ha. Chill.
CalixtheSexy: @AwesomeHermes not cool, man. You marked my good side.
MELANCTON: Make money at home following these easy rules! …Expand
AwesomeHermes: I think I bruised my hand slapping the Hades out of
@Calixthesexy and @OrgasmicOrestes Calling it a night.
AwesomeHermes: @MELANCTON Dude! You got hacked! Reset password.
Okay, Hermes would be a monster on social media. Good thing he's not on it
for real! Hermes is a secondary character in Wicked Satyr Nights, now
available in PRINT from Breathless Press. Happy Reading!
Rebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. She is
an award-winning cover artist for digital publishers, and enjoys every
minute of it when not immersed into a world of satyrs and Greek gods.
Always feeling the need to be productive, she can be found creating
something whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts. She
resides in Savannah, GA with her cat, Bagheera.
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Wicked Satyr Night
Cursed Satyroi #1
Some creatures want to be found.
When Dr. Katerina Silverton travels into the Pine Barrens to make a
documentary on the Jersey Devil, she doesn't believe she will uncover any
supernatural evidence. In fact, she only takes the job because it promises
funding for future projects. So it is quite a shock to Kat when she finds
herself face-to-face with the legendary beast she was sent into the forest to
capture on film.
In ancient Greece, the god Pan made a terrible mistake which resulted in the
creation of the Satyroi: a race of immortal satyrs. Centuries later, he lives
secluded in the Pine Barrens, frightening mortals by taking the guise of an
abhorrent local monster. When a beautiful woman shows up in his forest looking
for proof of his existence, Pan can't resist revealing himself to her.
Outside forces may be manipulating them both, pushing them together for
nefarious reasons. Kat must decide if she could learn to love a satyr or if his
appearance is more than she can handle. Can she resist Pan's wicked nature, or
will she give into the temptations beyond her wildest fantasies?
Kat groaned as the sunlight caressed her eyelids. Mornings sucked. She opened
her eyes and the events from the previous night clicked back into her memory.
Peter was sitting on top of the chest of drawers, and his hands were resting
against the wood edge of the piece of furniture visible between his open,
denim-clad thighs. He arched a brow and smirked as he watched her become aware
"It wasn't a nightmare, was it?" Her fear wasn't with her anymore. Instead,
she felt the pull of sadness gripping her heartstrings. What would to happen to
her? Cindy and Rick must be freaking out.
"I'm 'fraid not, vixen. I owe you explanations, and now that you slept off
your denial and panic, you might be able to handle it." He snorted. "You know
the word 'panic' is derived from the god Pan's enjoyment of hiding in bushes and
startling trespassers as they wandered through the Arcadian forests?"
Ugh, Greek gods again? She didn't know why he found his comment so
amusing, so she didn't comment on that part of his statement. "Vixen?"
Peter let out a great sigh, probably because she wasn't biting at his baited
hook. "Your hair and your spirit. Reminds me of a fox because of the color and
your cunningness..." He scrunched his nose up. "Is cunningness a word? Anyway,
you're also a female, ergo, vixen." He pushed himself off the chest of drawers,
the muscles in his arms flexing as he did so, and onto the floor. He landed
lightly on his bare feet—the toed variety, not the hoofed ones. He was dressed
the same as the night before. He'd lost the shirt, though, and sported just the
jeans. If he was attempting to turn her on with those scrumptious abs and the
thick, corded muscle that led into the waistband of his jeans, she was deeply
ashamed it was kind of working.
As strange as the whole situation was, her body still reacted to his. Not as
strongly as it had the first time, but the arousal was there, beneath the
surface. Too afraid to notice it the night before, it had reared its head once
more. She worried about her reaction to him as it couldn't be natural, yet it
felt like it was.
Peter held a hand out to her, and she warily accepted it. He pulled her to
her feet and led her into the hall. Kat half expected human hands holding
elaborate candelabras to extend from the walls, moving as they passed, like in
the movie version of The Phantom of the Opera. Except Peter would turn
around, half demon-faced, and proclaim he was the devil of New Jersey rather
than the Opera Ghost.