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well.”
    “You, too, Papa.”
    But she knew he wouldn’t. Thanatos took a number of medications to help him sleep, to keep him calm in the face of constant threats to his safety. Even with seven security guards on his payroll, he feared retribution from those who had grievances against him. Of course, he’d made his own bed, but in doing so, he’d made Mara’s as well.
    She didn’t approve of her father’s political dealings and she shouldn’t have cared, but she had become a pawn in his games and she wasn’t keen on being murdered by one of his enemies. So she stayed here where he could keep her reasonably safe until the repercussions of his latest misdeeds died down enough for her to sneak back to her world and resume her life. If nothing else, it was a comfortable bed—if only it wasn’t so big and empty.
     
    * * * *
     
    The late-afternoon sun cast Mara’s shadow, long and straight, ahead of her in the sand. She lay on her stomach, on a double-sized beach towel, with her back to the rising tide and watched a miniature crab dig itself a burrow one damp claw full of sand at a time.
    A copy of Pride and Prejudice lay unopened next to her. She’d almost begun to read the book half a dozen times, but at the moment, the familiar story just didn’t appeal to her. Not that watching a crab was so fascinating, but at least it was something she couldn’t do in her apartment back home.
    She crossed her arms and lay her head down , letting the breeze from the water lull her. Her breathing slowed , and she fell instantly into the shallow sleep of boredom where her fantasies took shape.
    When she lifted her head again, two shadows framed her own on the pale dunes. Startled, she pushed herself up and turned around, clutching her gauzy beach cover-up over her breasts.
    Good Lord, this was already an excellent dream. Her vivid imagination had conjured two incredible male specimens.
    The one on the left had hair the color of sun-bleached wheat and eyes like polished beryl. He was a mountain of ripped muscle—massive arms, broad chest, narrow hips. Naked and wet, he strolled toward her, a magnificent erection growing between his powerful legs with each determined stride.
    The one on the right was her dark fantasy lover from yesterday. Bold blue eyes locked hers in a gaze she couldn’t break. He matched the blond man step for step, muscle for muscle. His cock was longer, jutted higher, where the other’s was thicker and tautly ridged like some exotic dildo.
    Mara licked her lips. Which one would she have first? Maybe both at once?
    Her hand dropped away from her cover-up and she arched her back so the material pulled away from her breasts. She spread her legs, wondering which one of them would reach her first.
    Eenie meenie meinie—oh!
    The blond one grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet.
    “Tell me what you’d like me to do to you, woman,” he said then laughed. Mara didn’t like the sound, but that didn’t stop her from letting her thoughts roam to which way she’d let him have her first.
    “We should let her choose, Poseidon,” the dark one said. His blue eyes sparkled when he looked at her, and the sound of his voice made her shiver with pleasure. The blond’s response just made her shiver.
    “We chose her. Any female should feel honored by that, Tiran.” He dragged her against his chest and banded her waist with his thick forearm. “Will you walk with me, or should I carry you somewhere where I can bed you properly?”
    “Uh…Poseidon?” Mara squeaked out the words. Crushed against his hard abs and bulging pecs, she could barely breath e . While she had to admit it felt wonderful to be trapped in a strong man’s arms, she couldn’t help but wonder at how realistic the dream had become. A tremor of fear rippled across the back of her neck, making the fine hairs at her nape tingle. “You’re the God of the Sea?” Dream big, she’d always told the art students she tutored on weekends.
    “No.