Under the Satyr Moon by Rebekah Lewis


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The only cure to the satyr curse is a nymph. When Ariston finds one spying on him, canhe win her over?Under the Satyr Moon a curse was wrought, and under the same moon shall it bereversed…if the Fates allow.

A freelance photography job goes downhill fast when Lily Anders’ boyfriend dumps

her and disappears from the campsite, leaving her stranded in the middle of the Blue Ridge

Mountains. Feeling lost, heartbroken, and afraid, Lily follows a mysterious melody through the

wilderness. She never would have guessed the source of the music would reveal that legendary

figures of Greek mythology really existed, and she could be one of them.

Ever since he was cursed, Ariston has only wanted one thing—to be human again. He has

searched the globe for a nymph to free him, but over three thousand years of failure has pushed

him into a life of solitude. Ariston believes he’s finally found the salvation he’s longed for when

he catches Lily spying on him in the forest. Unfortunately, he has to convince her to like him


What seems to be the Fates bringing them together in time for the Satyr Moon proves to

be an elaborate scheme with macabre intentions. Dionysus has sent Ariston’s estranged brother,

Adonis, to ensure the curse cannot be broken, and nothing tosses cold water over the flame of

seduction like a twin seeking vengeance.

“Oh God. Oh God. I’m hallucinating, probably have a fever, and I need to get out of herenow.” She nodded as she said the last word as if it finalized her babbling, confirming an innerargument of some sort.”I don’t think you’re suffering any ailments. You can keep gawking at me all you like.

Although, I would prefer if you looked a little higher than my feet.” Much more impressive, that.

At least, no one had ever complained before.

She made a derogatory noise in the back of her throat. “Please tell me you’re some D&D

nerd in a really well-made costume and you mean me no harm. Also, if you have a cell phone, I

would really appreciate it if you don’t take my previous comment personally and let me borrow it

for a moment.” Ah, well, that solved one of his concerns; if she had no phone, she couldn’t have

sent evidence or contacted anyone about what she’d seen. Unless, of course, she had a camera

stashed somewhere. I should probably frisk her to find out.

He crossed his arms. “This is not a costume.” Ariston narrowed his eyes, a thought

occurring to him. “I didn’t sense you being attracted by my song like I did the blonde. Are you

a magical being? Who are you? A deity? A demigoddess?” He was on to something there, but

wasn’t sure what. Had she brought the freak thunderstorm the night before? There had been no

sign of rain, yet rained it had. And hailed on top of it.

“Right… Maybe you should let me hold that phone I mentioned before. I think it could

bring help for both of us.”

“I don’t have a phone on me. Where would I put it? In my leg hair?” He lifted a hoof and

waved it in a counterclockwise motion. Brunette’s eyes widened once more. Why did everyone

get all worked up over the hooves, but not the horns? Those mostly received a pffft reaction

followed by a series of retorts about his nature of “horniness.” It’s not like he would start making

goat noises and chewing on buttons. The only part of his anatomy of any real importance hung

heavily between his legs, and that was as human as any mortal man. Except he liked to think he

was better endowed.

“In your, uh, gun holster?” Brunette pointed to his panpipes.

“What about it?” Ariston asked.

“You asked where you would put a cellphone. There is a large pocket on your strappy

purse thingy.” She nibbled her full bottom lip, an act that shot fire to his groin.

“It’s not a purse. How could you even say that? It’s very manly.”

“Uh huh. Of course.”

“It is.” The twinge of lust faded out as he noticed the blood spotted bandage across the

palm of her hand. “How were you injured?” Ariston took an unconscious step toward her. He had

medical supplies at the cabin. Though he healed at phenomenal speeds, his blood still made a

mess when it flowed on the wrong side of his skin. He could patch her up in no time.

She glanced at her palm, almost surprised to see the bandage there. Then she shook her

head and said, “Yeah, this is the weirdest conversation ever. Sorry, but…gotta dash.” She darted

off in the opposite direction. As she sprinted away, stinging drops of water began to bombard his

skin. Brunette had to be the one manipulating the rain, but how? What was she? It must be linked

to her emotions somehow, and it made him wonder what had happened to provoke the furious

assault from the elements the night before.

Ariston snapped out of his stupor and chased after her. “Hey, not so fast!” A thought

started taking root in his mind. He’d been excited about her before, but if he was right… Gods, he

couldn’t let her escape. Not if there was a chance.

Brunette was magical in nature, affecting the elements. The timing was too good to be

true. Ariston had sought one of her kind for as long as he’d been a satyr, and if she turned out

being a nymph, she was also his savior. Unfortunately, his salvation continued putting distance

between them. She may have the upper hand in the rain, but he knew the forest well. He’d

capture her like the legends of old, and she’d be his. Mine!

She had revealed herself to him. Perhaps not intentionally, yet she had. All he needed was

Brunette to desire him enough to take him as a lover under the Satyr Moon. He smiled. Ariston

was rusty when it came to true seduction, without the use of magic, but he enjoyed a challenge.

He could be free, mortal, could finally have a family, grow old, and live a normal human life.

Rebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. She is an award-winningcover artist for digital publishers, and enjoys every minute of it when not immersed in a worldof satyrs and Greek gods. Always feeling the need to be productive, she can be found creatingsomething whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts. She resides in Savannah, GA

with her cat, Bagheera.

If you would like to follow Rebekah on social media or contact via email, use the

following information:

Website: http://www.rebekah-lewis.com

Email: lewis.rebekah@rocketmail.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/RebekahLewisAuthor

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6537317.Rebekah_Lewis

Twitter: @RebekahLLewis


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. rebekahllewis
    Jul 15, 2014 @ 11:30:38

    Thank you for hosting me 🙂



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