Apollo's Story
by
- Get Over It (The Gods Made Me Do It #1)
- You've Got To Be Kidding Me
- Don't Fight It
- Riding The Storm
- I can see you
- Someone to hold me
- You'll Know in Your Heart
- Worth It
- When Three Points Collide
- Special Enough: Odin's Story
- Reconciliation: Seth's Story
- Being Loki
- Give Me A Reason
- Fenrir's Fate
- Wanting to Belong
- Strawberries to Share
- The Love He Could Keep
“If I meet you, then I’ll fall in love with you for real, even more than I am now,”
Apollo, ancient god of Muse, Prophecy, Light and Healing, always knew his love life was cursed. Every love he'd ever had would either leave him, or suffer a tragic end. Which is why, when he saw Titus Haverland the first time and immediately fell in love, Apollo deliberately avoided him. The man might walk around with his own personal light show, but that just indicated how much of a good soul Titus was. All the more reason to stay away.
“I don’t deceive anybody in any aspect of my business dealings, and that applies to all areas of my life.”
Titus Haverland, wolf shifter and owner of Titus Industries, had loved and lost before. He was still paying the child support. He kept his personal relations to quick interactions and rarely opened his pants for the same person twice. He had his work, which he micro-managed to the nth degree, and he'd convinced himself that was enough. Until one day he came face to face with a future he didn't believe he'd have.
“Do you have any idea what you have done?”
Mates can't be frozen by godly powers, and gods can get bored on a road trip. But as Apollo and Titus work towards their future, the past rears its head and changes life for them both all over again. Will it be a change too far, or will Apollo and Titus realize that they were on the same page all along?
The Love He Could Keep is a standalone story. It was written for adults. Please store your ebook content responsibly.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
“You’re not listening to me,” Artemis snapped, her tongue as sharp as the suit she was wearing, cutting through Apollo’s thoughts.
“What would be the point?” Leaning back in his chair, his feet resting on his desk, Apollo shrugged. He was wearing a suit, too, only because he didn’t have any desire to listen to Artemis’s lecture on appearances. He’d heard that one far too many times. Hell, he could repeat it back to her, word for word, if he felt inclined. “You aren’t asking my opinion on anything. The company is running perfectly. I’m not sure why you came in to talk to me at all.”
Artemis’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been very distracted lately,” she warned.
“That’s my nature.” Apollo’s smile was completely fake. “I have no head for business, and you know the only reason why I’m here is because I have no desire to spend my time on Olympus.”
“Are you seeing someone?”
READ MORE“I’m seeing you right now.” Apollo flicked a hand in his sister’s direction. “I saw Janice at her desk when I came into my office. I saw Roger at the coffee shop earlier when I stopped in for my drink order. Darling Betsy drove me in this morning because nothing will convince me to get behind the wheel of my car and I know you said how important it is not to just translocate into the office. And then there was…”
“You know what I mean. Your…” Artemis wrinkled her nose. “Your sex life. Who are you seeing in that regard?”
Apollo yawned. The sun shining through his large picture window was relaxing. “No one at all, and I find I’m appreciating how peaceful that way of living can be. I sleep alone on a cloud filled mattress – I can spread out, scratch my balls, never have to worry about someone complaining about the crumbs in my bed. I can even snore, if I feel so inclined, snore to my little heart’s content without someone moaning they couldn’t sleep because of the noise. Why would I want to do anything to change what is already a perfect existence?”
Artemis’s eyes narrowed. “That does not sound like you at all. Have you seen something in your prophecies – another tragedy perhaps?”
By the Fates, does she actually care? But Artemis hadn’t finished talking.
“Your exploits were fine back at the beginning of time, but in modern society anything you do can impact our business and I won’t allow that. If you’ve seen something, you need to tell me about it immediately.”
“Don’t tell me you believe the crap written about us.” Apollo yawned again. Just thinking about his mattress had him wishing he’d stayed in bed. It truly was a divine mattress. “I may be the god of prophecy, but as no one has asked me for guidance in centuries, my skills there are decidedly rusty. It’s not like I talk to my reflection in the mirror asking myself what I see about my own life.”
“Maybe you should.”
“Why?” Apollo flung his hand towards the window. “I’m a sun god as well, but Helios does a perfectly good job driving the sun chariot without my input and has done for a millennia. Even if he took a day off, which I know he does frequently now he’s hooked up with his bear shifter, the sun would still rise and set the way it has since inception.
“Music is also my purview, but I don’t see you asking me about my abilities with a musical instrument, or if I’ve inspired any new songs lately. Most modern people don’t even know what a lyre is. If people want healing they go to a medical professional, and I can’t think of a single reason why this domain needs another plague. So, why should I worry about my ability to prophesize when that’s not useful either.”
“You could…”
“I could what?” One thing Apollo was good at was interrupting his disapproving sister. He’d had plenty of practice at that. “You run the business. I’m fine with that. If you asked me to run it with you because you think you can use my powers of prophecy then why haven’t you asked me to read your life? Huh?” He twitched his fingers in his sister’s direction. “You’re the actual balls of this business venture, not me.”
COLLAPSE
