Lovesick Gods
by Amanda Meuwissen
Genre: Superhero GLBT Romance
Heroes aren’t meant to act like their villains—or fall in love with them.
The elements touch everyone on Earth—Fire, Water, even Light—but
every so often someone becomes more attuned to their elemental
leaning and develops true power. When an evil Elemental known as
Thanatos arrived in Olympus City, it saw the rise of its first
hero—Zeus. But the death toll caused by defeating Thanatos changed
Zeus, who by day is young detective Danny Grant.
every so often someone becomes more attuned to their elemental
leaning and develops true power. When an evil Elemental known as
Thanatos arrived in Olympus City, it saw the rise of its first
hero—Zeus. But the death toll caused by defeating Thanatos changed
Zeus, who by day is young detective Danny Grant.
It’s been six months since Thanatos terrorized the city at the start of
Lovesick Gods. Danny should be used to his duty behind the mask, but
the recent past haunts him. His girlfriend left him, he snaps at the
barest provocation, his life feels empty—he needs an outlet, any
outlet to pull him out of his depression.
Lovesick Gods. Danny should be used to his duty behind the mask, but
the recent past haunts him. His girlfriend left him, he snaps at the
barest provocation, his life feels empty—he needs an outlet, any
outlet to pull him out of his depression.
Enter notorious thief Malcolm Cho, the Ice Elemental Prometheus. There was
a time when Danny welcomed a fight with Cho, filled with colorful
banter and casual flirtations that were a relief compared to
Thanatos. Even as a criminal, Cho had recognized the threat Thanatos
posed and promised to help Danny stop him, but the day Danny needed
Cho, he never showed. Cho was the reason so many people died that
day—including Danny’s mother.
a time when Danny welcomed a fight with Cho, filled with colorful
banter and casual flirtations that were a relief compared to
Thanatos. Even as a criminal, Cho had recognized the threat Thanatos
posed and promised to help Danny stop him, but the day Danny needed
Cho, he never showed. Cho was the reason so many people died that
day—including Danny’s mother.
Danny decides to teach the man a lesson and fan the fire of their
attraction into something more. At worst, he’ll get some
no-strings-attached sex out of the deal and finally blow off steam;
at best, he’ll get Cho to fall in love with him and then break his
heart to spite him.
attraction into something more. At worst, he’ll get some
no-strings-attached sex out of the deal and finally blow off steam;
at best, he’ll get Cho to fall in love with him and then break his
heart to spite him.
Danny doesn’t expect to fall for Cho in the process, and he certainly
can’t predict the much darker threat on the horizon.
can’t predict the much darker threat on the horizon.
The sound of the bar door
caught Mal’s attention. It was late for the lunch rush, so a new patron was
curious. Craning his ears, he realized he recognized the approaching gait, the
particular pattern of breathing. He gave credit to
his element for his ability to observe his surroundings without a single ripple
of unease to disturb his calm, but when the person breached the corner
of the booth and slid in across from him, Mal couldn’t place why he should know
the man so well.
He made a point of
knowing most of the cops in the city who might give him trouble, so he
recognized the clean-shaven face and sunset colored hair. The man was one of
two detectives who’d run the Elemental Task Force when it formed after
Thanatos’s arrival, but Mal had never met him.
“Detective Grant,” Mal
nodded, not bothering to pause in devouring a French fry even as his free hand
slid beneath the table and started to frost over in case Grant tried anything
foolish.
“Quite the dive you got
here, Ice Man,” the detective said.
Mal sat up straighter.
Only one man dared greet him with that nickname, especially with such a
familiar voice.
“Sparky?” he drawled with a slow grin, letting his powers dwindle as
he returned his hand to the table. “My, my, so this is what Zeus looks like
under that mask.” After more than half a year sparring on the streets, he
thought he knew his nemesis well, but he’d expected someone older. Although, he
had a feeling this kid wasn’t quite as young as his boyish looks implied.
“Playing vigilante by night, Detective? What is the world coming to?”
“It’s Danny,” he said with a shift of his eyes
around the mostly empty bar, which admittedly wasn’t the best place to be
throwing around words like ‘detective’ or ‘Zeus’, “and I didn’t come here for
banter.”
Mal downed another fry,
more at ease now that he knew his nemesis sat across from him instead of some
badge. Zeus made the game so much more fun. He wasn’t hard on the eyes either.
“Pity. We’ve gotten so good at our banter. So…” Mal trailed a fresh French fry
into his ketchup, “why are you here?
Hoping I’d treat you to lunch to make up for that last bank heist?”
Danny folded his hands on
top of the table, a serious expression filling his lightning-yellow eyes. “I
want to make a deal.”
Amanda has a Bachelor of Arts in a personally designed major from St. Olaf
College in Creative Writing, and has been posting content online for
many years, including maintaining the blog for the digital marketing
company Outsell. She spent a summer writing screenplay script
coverages for a company in L.A., and is an avid consumer of fiction
through film, prose, and video games.
College in Creative Writing, and has been posting content online for
many years, including maintaining the blog for the digital marketing
company Outsell. She spent a summer writing screenplay script
coverages for a company in L.A., and is an avid consumer of fiction
through film, prose, and video games.
Amanda lives in Minneapolis, MN, with her husband, John, and their cats,
Helga and Sasha (no connection to the incubus of the same name).
Helga and Sasha (no connection to the incubus of the same name).
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