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Ooh, first page could make or break the story, right? Would you keep reading after this page? How does it sound to you? It's okay to be honest! :D
This is from my Tender Cupid Love, YA novel. (For more Cupid reading, go here for Eros's first kissing scene in pink and here for his love at first kiss scene!)
Aphrodite was dead.
Although it had been thousands of years, and despite that most mortals saw her as myth, she felt alive as ever. She leaned forward in her nacreous throne and pored over Zeus’s globe. Each mortal, a tiny figure frozen in Olympian time in their meager day-to-day lives. The goddess of love simpered.
“Faithless little cretins,” she hissed as she spun the orb with her nail. “Eros,” she called. The vivid paintings on the ceiling reflected her voice. A shiver of pleasure made her smile—how she loved her voice, a lyrical tune.
She tapped her long nails against the armrest of her throne. A lone breeze curled its way through the pillars from her lush gardens beyond and frolicked within the silvery lengths of her hair. How dare he keep her waiting!
With a huff, she rose to her sandaled feet.
A little man flew in and pressed his nose to the polished floor. “All hail, Aphrodite! I have come to report that Eros has gone missing.” His Adam’s apple quivered when he met her gaze. “Again.”
“Hermes, my dear—I asked for my son, and I get the messenger?” She chewed on her lip, tightened her gaze, and took three slow breaths. “How are you this fine eve?” But she did not care to hear about his irksome romps and he knew it.
Hermes blinked several times. “Wonderful.”
I hope you enjoy the rest of the first page Blogfest! (I think the title, Tender Cupid Love sounds waaay cheesy, what title would you choose?)