Guest Post & Giveaway "Harey" by Arlene Webb

  Thank you for hosting me today. I’m thrilled to be here and to chatter about upcoming holidays—or not.

 

Thanksgiving is right around the corner, but in the spirit of worrying about the upcoming world’s end set for the winter equinox on Dec 21, 2012, I’d like to bypass the apocalypse and move onward to a colorful and less doomed season. A time of hope and renewal.

The origins of Easter are well documented in pagan past. Every year when spring finally breaks past winter, a fertility goddess supervises and it’s time to party under that full moon.

But it takes a novel to explain the deal behind the myth of a big bunny handing out painted eggs. And a ménage. And historical fact.

It wasn’t all fun and sex and true love and sex and acts of heroism and sex when writing about the man who made the Easter bunny a fact. I came across an episode in Briton’s past that was quite shocking to me. I do hope I gave voice to the fallen and anyone who reads my story will think upon true sacrifice as well as an M/F/M ménage that began on a summer day in 612 AD.

Harey by Arlene Webb

Gwas can outrun a horse, knows how to hide and steal, but is ignorant of the ways of men. The last thing he expects when he is rescued from a miserable existence by a blue-eyed, blond haired angel is to be promised as a Druidic sacrifice to Eostre. Unfortunately, the only direction Gwas wishes to flee is straight into the arms and knife of his savior, Gareth.

Maura knows Gareth is no angel, but she adores him with a passion that time and loneliness cannot dent. When he rides in carrying an injured lad who fears her on sight, she is drawn to open her heart to the abused orphan as well.

Gareth is caught between his liege lord and brother’s fist, and an emotional dilemma that grows harder and harder to deny with every passing season. If he must defy man and gods in order to embrace his heart’s desires, so be it.

When the clash of old and new religions puts lives in peril, ultimate sacrifice bears witness to enduring love. Winter gives way to spring, and the evolution of a colorful myth spreads across the land.

I am no angel. Gareth’s shoulders slammed into the ground. A heavy body covered him, and the adrenalin jolting through him made him feel like a powerful animal. But I am in heaven. He tugged his arms free, wrapped them around Harey and grasped the back of Harey’s head. And I do not care if adulterous sodomites go to hell. He jerked him upward and took his lips.

No time for tender exploration. He had to show Harey who he belonged to, and it was not some bloodthirsty deity, or the daughter of a mass murderer. What if Aethelfrith, the devil who had ordered one thousand, one hundred and sixty-five men killed so they could not pray against him, had still lived? Harey would have walked into his knife with a smile, a pet hare, and promises of painted eggs.

I will not let this man leave me again. Never. Not ever. He’s mine. Gareth fought back his moan and deepened his kiss. Harey tasted so good, fresh and sweet like Maura, but firm and bony where she was all curvy softness. He intensified the pressure, relishing the feel of the lips he had desired for so long, and Harey yielded. Gareth rammed his tongue in, danced around, and then back out to repeat. He had never held a body to mirror his own like this, captive over him, and the sheer joy of not being gentle saturated him.

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