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Trope
Beautiful Monsters 2

Fire and water equals a slow burn.

Trope Eternale spends months chasing waves all over the human realm, but in the last few years a set of footprints left nightly in the sand of his personal lands intrigue and haunt him. Aware other supernatural beings occupy his dominion, the owner of the prints is the one Trope wants to meet. Skipping his usual trip away from his domain, he waits for the creature to appear. He intends to cast a very strong net to harness what he desires -- if only for a moment in time.


No laws of restraint exist in Eirie’s world and for that reason she and Leth, her servant, never leave their new home waters. Others like her around the world often venture out and return safely. Some even catch their fated. Eirie knows Leth is not tied to her; in fact, she doesn’t have to look far to find one who is. They share territory. Not sure the strange one will accept Leth, who is also her lover, Eirie hides his footprints every night leaving only hers.
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Warm breezes buffeted palm fronds back and forth spraying sand across dunes and into the water as waves continued to meander ashore before eddying back into the ocean leaving no traces of footprints.
Sunlight crested the horizon and Trope Eternale wished for more time.
He did miss his brothers and waited anxiously for their arrival. He was the second oldest child of Mother Nature and Father Time, also known as Natura and Aion. His mom, well, everyone knew not to screw with Mother Nature. His dad was the God of time and eternity. Concern caused Trope to bite his lip as he attempted to feel into Cape’s mind. Silence. He hadn’t heard from his eldest brother which was odd considering they were solstice born and closer to each other. Trope was named Summer by his mother, Cape was Winter. Tare and Arch were Fall and Spring respectively. The latter two were equinox and therefore more attuned. Aion gave them their worldly names and thank God, as traveling into the earthly realm and being called Summer by those he consorted with just wouldn’t work.
Easygoing, always with a ready smile, Trope was often referred to as a beach bum by his siblings. He rather liked being lackadaisical. Hell, along with fire, he controlled dry, hot weather which tended to slow everything and everyone down. Summer heralded the time of year to have fun, be carefree, throw picnics, and swim. A time to laze about enjoying life.
“You’re idle all year round.”
He spun to see Arch leaning against a tree with a broad smile. Trope had learned from his dad what transpired between Arch and his new wife and thoughts of needling his baby brother tugged at his lips. “You look, hmm, like maybe you wagged your peter a bit.”
Tare blew in bringing with him Fall’s crisp, unique woodsy scent. “He’s been getting it pretty regularly too.”
“Don’t be nasty.”
“Damn, are you blushing, Spring?” Trope, aware Arch wouldn’t like being called by his given name, waited for retribution.
Arch strode to stand by Trope. “Next time you surf, be careful of the seaweed. It can be treacherous.” He punched Trope’s arm playfully before asking, “Have you seen Cape?”
“No, and I’ve been unable to breach his mental path. What’s going on with him?”
Tare chuckled. “Before or after he tried to freeze Arch’s nuts?”
“What the hell?”
“He feels he should have been first to find his fated.” Arch shrugged. “He’s stayed away.”
After Tare filled him in on Cape’s wrongful display of jealousy against Arch and his woman, Trope’s apprehension grew exponentially. “That’s not Cape’s style at all.”
“He blames Natura. Did he find someone that she kept from our realm?”
Trope dug toes into warm sand. “There was…” He searched the surf. “Christ, I don’t know for sure. Come to think of it, he’s been melancholy for a while now. He didn’t let me in on anything.”
“No big deal, he’ll be here.” Ruffling Trope’s hair, Arch continued, “Can this mop get any blonder?”
“Fuck off.” He shoved his brother away.
“And you need to shave or soon those baby blues will be lost in furry growth.”
Rubbing his chin, he smiled. “Guess I’ve been busy.”
This time it was Tare who questioned him. “You keep looking at the water’s edge, is something out there?”
“We’re supposed to devil Arch since he got laid. Why are you giving me grief?”
“Because there’s no big brother to protect you.” Tare sent dead leaves from nearby trees to litter the water’s edge. “Now, can we have your undivided attention?”
“Don’t do that, Tare.” A huge wave washed ashore and swept the debris out to sea.
“You are looking for something… Or is it someone?”
A strong blast of cold air slammed Tare to the ground. “Shit, Cape. Should have known you’d be skulking about.” He attempted to get up but found himself trapped under a block of ice. “Come on, dude, this ridiculous…”
“Show of muscle. Let him be, Cape.” He sighed as his eldest brother shimmered into view. “I didn’t think you’d make it.” Trope’s heat melted ice surrounding Tare.
“Brother, you wanted us to meet on your home ground instead of our normal spot because you’re not leaving so what’s the big deal if I’m late?”
“I am leaving.”
“Liar.”
“Okay, Cape, you can still scour my brain. What’s up with you?”
“Your feet are entrenched in this sand, Summer. You’ll probably remain here forever.”
“What makes you say that?”
“There isn’t one set of footprints, jackass. She covers his.”
“Him?”
“Yeah, him. Never mind.” Cape took in each man. “If either of you sees Natura, I’m looking for her and she’s evading me.”
Tare dusted sand from his wet pants. “Leave it alone, Cape, or you’ll piss her off. Last thing the world needs is a tornado or some such catastrophe.”
“That’ll be her and Aion’s problem, not mine.”
“Jesus, what is wrong with you?” Arch scowled.
“Yet another of us soon to be fated.” As he wavered in and out of view, Cape left Trope with a thought. “Be careful mother doesn’t take control of their feelings.” He was gone.
“I don’t trust that bastard. I’m going to find Mellifer.” Arch vanished.
“Guess that means we’re not having dinner together.” Tare searched Trope’s face. “Not sure what Cape babbled about but let Arch know if you need anything. I have to do something before bringing on Fall tomorrow.”
Trope scratched his beard as he recollected Cape’s statement – she covers his. Two of them!
Training his eyes, he saw one watching him.
Her.

Coming soon

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele


ARCH
Beautiful Monsters 1

A nurtured rose has deadlier thorns.

Arch Eternale dreads visiting the human dominion. A cacophony of sights, sounds, and other things offend delicate blooms and destroy precious animal habitats he, in the guise of Spring, is responsible for overseeing. Melli Apis, who flits about quicker than any honey bee he controls, is not one of those things. Their first night together, he deflowers her. Each day after he spends weaving vines to tie her to his side. Forever.

In love’s arena, Melli likens herself to a late blooming rose. No one has sampled her charms and deciding Arch will be first starts her summer off with much more than a heatwave. He ignites a fire Melli loathes to see doused yet discovering Arch is a magical being, she decides to remain free. Melli's plans spin out of control when Arch whisks her away to a realm resembling earthwithout its laws of physical restraint.
**Interracial Romance**
Father Time! Melli wanted to laugh but aside from a rugged tan and white hair gracing his temples, the guy looked almost exactly like Arch and his brothers and he didn't look much older than they did. Glad she dodged this bullet. For the hell of it, she’d play along since she was in a good mood. Her flowers were a big hit right down to wedding goers exclaiming how they watched blooms unfold as if on cue. She’d caught sight of Arch and his brothers as she carried in the last arrangement to decorate the bride and groom’s dais.
The stranger extended his hand and shook Melli’s. “My pleasure, I’m Aion.” He twisted toward Arch. “You are as lucky as I am.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Surely he has not led you to believe anything is happening between us?”
“My dear, he doesn’t have to.” Heat suffused her cheeks and she felt as if he scolded her. “We both know there is.”
Confessing that her thoughts centered around Arch the moment he left her bedroom wasn’t going to happen. “Okay, he does some squirrely magic with plants, what’s your game?”
His grin showed even white teeth. “Time eternal and we have forever…”
“The hell we do.”
Melli spun to see a platinum haired beauty standing beside Tare and Cape holding Arch’s hand. “Oh, let me guess, you’re going to play the spurned lover?” Twisting back to Arch’s father she reiterated, “Nothing is happening between us.” Hopefully Arch’s chickie heard what she said.
“Chickie? I’m Natura, and I will snatch your insolent ass…”
“Mother!”
Holy freaking shit! Mother? “Umm… I…” Cripes, she read Melli’s mind also.
“Told you, Mom. She doesn’t say much more than umm unless she’s cursing.”
“Enough, Cape.”
“I don’t need you to defend me, Arch.” Melli reached Cape in two strides. “You were a snotty ass when I met you and you’re still a jackass. Wipe that sneer off your face or I will.”
Putting his hands up in surrender, he backed away. Arch’s father still didn’t get it. He approached Melli and grasped her hands. “I know this is hard for you to understand but my sons are special. Each control various forces of nature but not one of them would harm you now that you are Arch’s fated.”
“Fated?” She pulled away. “I thought Arch was nuts but are the whole bunch of you loony?”
“Loony! Young lady let me caution you before your next words hop through those pouty lips.”
Melli admitted to herself the woman Arch called mother dressed like a million bucks. If she didn’t know any better she’d swear she saw a similar outfit in a high fashion magazine recently. Her body, hell, no way four children sprung from those taut, trim curves. She seriously doubted this was Arch’s mom. She didn’t look a day over thirty.
Trust me, I'm their mother.” Natura flipped long, almost white hair back. Thank you for the compliment.”
Had Melli dropped into the twilight zone or what? Arch healed plants, and now that she reminisced, Tare and Cape possessed vanishing abilities.
“Melli, allow me to explain about my family.”
She gave Arch something no one else could ever have. She had felt safe with him. Melli wondered what if… Lord, her whole life had been lived on what ifs. Damn if the man hadn’t taken her gently, slowly to a place she’d love to make a regular stop on her bedtime schedule. Sex with him was freaking awesome. But fated? What did that even mean? Sure, spending more time with him had merit; however, that word, fated, sounded so final. It signified forever. Melli was not ready for that. Why did he and his family have to be so… Bizarre!
“Tell me you did not call us bizarre?” Natura's arms swept high in he air. A bone chilling wind snatched up folding chairs and tossed them into the air as if they were toothpicks. “I warned you.”
“Don’t, mom, please.” Arch focused on his dad. “Melli needs time.”
Thank God everyone remained inside for cocktails after dinner and the bridal meet and greet. A tornado in Exton? Not unbelievable but the forecast called for sunny skies and seventy degree temperatures for the rest of the week. Dark clouds scuttled overhead and damn if snow flurries didn’t fall from the sky. All that was missing was rain. Suddenly, a deluge of water poured down as thunder boomed and lightning slashed ground surrounding Melli scaring the bejesus out of her. “Lord!”
“Mel.” Arch’s arms opened. “I'll always keep you safe.”
She rushed to him and buried her face against his chest. “What’s happening?”
“My mother dislikes your use of bizarre to describe us.”
“God!” Melli trembled.
“You would call on him.” The woman's arms settled at her side and it all stopped. “I’m sure you’ve heard it put other ways but allow me to make it quite clear missyit’s not nice to fuck with Mother Nature.”
Mother Nature and Father Time! They're your parents?”

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele

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