
“Alexis Fleming is quickly gaining a reputation for sexy
stories with characters whose chemistry is off the charts!”
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Co-written with Lyn Cash
Book two in
the Sexy Mythconceptions Series
The love doctor is in…but can he take a dose of his own
medicine? Pan, the
Arcadian god of lust and magic, has had enough of his restricted
existence hidden away on Arcadia. When Cupid, the Greek god of love,
suggests he live on Earth, Pan decides to give it a go.
Pan establishes himself as the luuuuuv doctor and announcer for a
nighttime romantic music slot with a local radio station. He plays
his pan-pipes, enthralling all who listen. Cupid warns Pan that his
days of playing fast and loose with women's emotions are numbered.
Sure enough, Pan meets Kris, the woman who takes him to task. The
leather-wearing, Harley-riding, hard-ass psychologist has her own
agenda, and it doesn’t include him. Before he knows what’s
happening, she has turned the table on the god, and he's smitten.
Kris is exactly the right medication, the perfect dose for the
nomadic God of Lust, who has finally found a love of his own.

Coming Soon

Kris
Selenium closed her eyes, relying on her other senses. Her fingers
traced the contours of the dildo, familiarising themselves with the
implied strength reminiscent of masculine girth and length. As a
psychologist, she knew the benefits of masturbation, even if as a
woman she didn’t understand the ramifications of nurturing a
polyurethane facsimile to life using an electrical cord or a set of
highly charged batteries.
She cocked one eye open. This wasn’t doing it for her. The clock
read one minute and thirty seconds past the last time she’d checked
the time.
“Come on, Kris. Focus.” She set aside the sex toy and thought. Why
was it that so many of her patients could come just thinking of one
particular man? What was it about his music that enthralled them so?
She sighed. If only she could identify with them, but her personal
affliction that no one could see and none knew about in this
incarnation, other than her parents and her personal physician, kept
her isolated. Which is probably one of the reasons you went into
psychotherapy to begin with, twit.
She looked to her right at the photograph she’d clipped from the
local newspaper’s celebrity section. He was truly handsome in a
dark, swarthy, mysterious way—he looked more pirate than pin-up,
more masochist than musician. What was it about the man that drew
women to him?
Maybe it was his appearance. Now that she could understand. Had she
dwelt on that face before picking up the dildo, she probably could
have easily relieved the tension that had built since she’d lain
down to contemplate ways to help her therapy group.
Pussy. She needed to bring anatomy into their discussions in order
to guide her patients into relying on their own femininity rather
than their male counterparts’ cocks and chests to bring them to
climax and to empower them during the day when sexual relief wasn’t
an option.
Pussy, cock, brain, muscles. The words tumbled about inside her head
like gems waiting to be polished. The key to unlocking the women’s
collective problem lay somewhere mingled with those words, but
where? She had to keep searching for the answer.
Maybe it was his voice. If so, perhaps he’d allow her to do some
recordings of him, to study the results and to measure the impact
his voice had on women. The more she knew about men like him, the
better she could probably help women such as the ones in her groups.
Kris flipped the knob on her bedside radio, knowing what she’d hear,
realising how angry she’d soon become, but needing to hear the deep
timbre anyway.
Copyright © 2008 Alexis Fleming and Lyn Cash. All Rights Reserved.
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