Heroes aren't meant to act like their villains -- or fall in love with them. The elements touch everyone on Earth -- Fire, Water, even Light -- but every so often someone becomes more attuned to their elemental leaning and develops true power. When an evil Elemental known as Thanatos arrived in Olympus City, it saw the rise of its first hero -- Zeus. But the death toll caused by defeating Thanatos changed Zeus, who by day is young detective Danny Grant. It's been six months since Thanatos terrorized the city at the start of Lovesick Gods. Danny should be used to his duty behind the mask, but the recent past haunts him. His girlfriend left him, he snaps at the barest provocation, his life feels empty -- he needs an outlet, any outlet to pull him out of his depression. Enter notorious thief Malcolm Cho, the Ice Elemental Prometheus. There was a time when Danny welcomed a fight with Cho, filled with colorful banter and casual flirtations that were a relief compared to Thanatos. Even as a criminal, Cho had recognized the threat Thanatos posed and promised to help Danny stop him, but the day Danny needed Cho, he never showed. Cho was the reason so many people died that day -- including Danny's mother. Danny decides to teach the man a lesson and fan the fire of their attraction into something more. At worst, he'll get some no-strings-attached sex out of the deal and finally blow off steam; at best, he'll get Cho to fall in love with him and then break his heart to spite him. Danny doesn't expect to fall for Cho in the process, and he certainly can't predict the much darker threat on the horizon.

Lovesick Gods

“Plans changed. Needed a break. You sounded like a really good badidea.”


Mal smirked. Danny obviously wasn’t interested in divulging more. Fair enough. “That, I can promise you, will always be true.”


With a grin, Danny dug into another bite of noodles, then offered the container to Mal.


“I’m good, thanks. But tell me,” he crossed to his liquor cabinet, “this going to be an ongoing occurrence?”


“Me eating your leftovers?” Danny asked with a tease at the corners of his lips and a glance down Mal’s body. “Or fucking you better than anyone else you’ve ever been with?”


A shock of desire stirred in Mal’s belly as he pulled down his whiskey bottle and poured himself two liberal fingers; this version of Danny he definitely wanted to see more of. “That’s pretty bold for someone barely old enough to buy me a drink.”


“Fuck you, I’m twenty-eight. And you’re what, thirty-five?”


Chapter 32