New Adult Threesome Contest Entry #6

Title: DANCING IN THE ATHENIAN RAIN

Genre: Historical Romance (Time Travel)

Word Count: 84,000

Query:

When Donna is sent back in time to Classical Athens, she is furious at Dr. Stephens for sending her against her wishes. Then a Greek soldier purchases her to be his wife.

She is forced to learn a new language and culture, and faces her fears of never returning to her own time. The society hates her, especially because they think she’s an Amazon, which forces her to confront her issues—being compared to her genius brother, borderline abusive friends, and a cheating boyfriend.

But her husband, Peleus, is kind and patient. Although against her best judgment, she allows him into her heart. He counters all the negative voices from her past, but those voices drive a wedge between them. She must let go of her fears and admit her feelings, or she could lose him and the life they’ve built.

First 250:

My jeans chaffed against my inner thighs in the heat as I dashed across the street. Belinda power walked ahead, her mini skirt riding up until I could see her butt cheeks, then she tugged it down. "Hurry up, Donna."

"I'm coming," I answered breathlessly.

"You're so fat. Listen to you huffing and puffing."

"I had to pay for—"

"Blah, blah. Shut up."

I jogged up beside her. "What movie are we seeing?"

She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. "Why does it matter?"

"I was just wondering."

She scowled. "You're so needy, you know that?"

I lowered my head and stared at the footpath ahead of us. I couldn't respond. Scott said the same thing when I asked him if he loved me.

"I can't believe you asked him if he loved you," Belinda said with a snarl.

"I didn't... he told you?" I felt my cheeks flushing, and not from the early December summer heat.

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Yeah. You totally freaked him out. Seriously, what the hell? We've barely graduated and you turned eighteen like a week ago. Love, Donna?"

I ducked my head. "He wanted to... but I wanted to make sure..."

"Sex isn't about love, you bimbo." She forehead slapped me.

"Ouch!"

"You don't want to be a thirty year old virgin do you?"

I hesitated. To me, sex was lovemaking. "If I can't find someone who—"

She slapped me again. "You're such an idiot."