Immortal Seduction (MFMM Reverse Harem)

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When the goddess of desire hungers for love, who among mortals could possibly resist her power?

Fire fighters Ashur, Kieran and Hugh are damaged men. A tragedy that took the life of their colleague has left them scarred, both physically and emotionally.

Can these mortal men reignite Aphrodite’s passion for life and love?

Or is the darkness inside them becoming too deep even for the power of a goddess to save them?

If Aphrodite loses the battle for these three hero souls, how will she rediscover the path to healing for her own emotionally weary heart?

A steamy reverse harem ménage romance with a dash of paranormal, three hot fire fighters, and a guaranteed happy-for-now ending. 

This is the fourth title in the Gods of Love series by a USA Today bestselling author, but the series can be read in any order as each story is stand-alone.

Advisory: contains ménage including MFM, MFMM and some MM scenes.


This was such a heart-warming, passion filled read…a hot masterpiece…” Why I Can’t Stop Reading

One of my favorite series out right now…sexy, emotional and passionate…” Wicked Readings by Tawania

The smexy was smouldering and engaging…” Fandom Fanatic

“A very steamy and passionate erotic novella with a wonderful story to go along with it…” Darker Passions


“I want…no, I need you to kiss me, Ashur. I ache with loneliness.”

Her voice touched something deep inside him. It was as if, just for a moment, he knew her loneliness. He knew her. And suddenly, he didn’t want to back away anymore. The memories had driven him for too long. It was exhausting to run from your own needs.

Lifting a hand, he traced the outline of her beautiful face. Those luminous eyes softened in anticipation. Those ruby lips waited for his kiss. That scent, powerful and heady, drew him in to closer proximity, whether he wanted it or not. “Who are you, Aphrodite?”

She turned her cheek toward his palm, snuggling against his cupped hand as if starved of affection. Her skin felt softer than any he’d ever known. “I am the goddess of love and desire,” she said. “Listen to your heart. You already know me, and you will kiss me now.”

It was a command, not a request, and yet the urge slipped over him and gripped too tightly to fight off. Yeah. Hell yeah. He bent his head to capture her ready lips with his own. She was all softness, with a tensile hard strength beneath, both demanding and persuading all at the same time. Her tongue flicked his and the weird sensations washing over him ramped up ten-fold.

Who kissed like this? Dominant one second, then softening into submission the next. I should be the one in control here. He pressed harder, gripped the globes of her butt and squeezed, imagining red finger marks on her alabaster flesh as he thrust into her softness. Desire spiraled at the thought of marking her with his need. Having this woman at his mercy, writhing beneath him, screaming out for release and only achieving it when he gave permission…The crazy images filling his head gave lie to his control and he almost lost his load right then and there.

No. I am in charge this time. Not you. Not anyone else.

Bitterness filled him and he wound his fingers into the long dark hair snaking down her back and pulled, tipping her head to expose the delicate line of her throat. She opened her mouth and husky laughter spilled out. “Is that all you’ve got?”

His erection jerked and grew in his trousers and he knew a spurt of pre-cum had just leaked out to dampen the cotton of his briefs. “I haven’t even started,” he said, and tugged viciously at her tresses, forcing her backward into a deeper arc. The action pointed her breasts skyward and he paused above one long nipple, his breath rasping quickly in and out. What sort of woman had nipples this long? Like miniature phalluses, aiming straight up at his face to proclaim her arousal as obviously as any man.

“I love your eyes.” Her voice was a mere whisper, constricted by his hold.


“They’ve changed from hazel to green now that you’re aroused. And they shine.”

He grunted. “So do yours. Shine, I mean.”

“They always do when someone ignites my interest.”

His grip tightened. It must have been hurting her scalp, but she just lay there compliant beneath him. Eyes shining brighter than ever.

“Don’t you want to taste me, Ash?”

His balls lifted and tightened as desire and self-loathing mingled. Why did the thought of hurting her harden his cock like this? She’d done nothing to deserve it, and he wasn’t likethis. Inflicting pain for sexual kicks did not turn him on, so what the hell was happening? He was no more in control of himself now than he had been the last time he’d had sex.

That night. The night he turned everyone’s lives to shit. The urge to scream out his rage and despair against her throat warred with an equally strong need to sink his face between her beautiful breasts and weep.

A ragged breath escaped and he closed his eyes. Control yourself. Control her.

(Copyright Jen Katemi)

About the erotes

IMMORTAL SEDUCTION is the fourth in my series of stand-alone novellas with the erotes as a common theme. Yes, they can be read in any order, so if you want to try this one first, please do!

Who are the erotes?

In Greek mythology there are many versions from which to pick and choose, and researching the erotes was no exception. The most popular belief seems to be that the erotes were a group of winged gods who were the children of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and sexuality who was born from the foam of the sea. The Greek god Eros was either their father or one of their brothers.

Another belief, and the one that resonates best with me, is that the erotes were in fact different aspects of the primal god, Eros. Erotes is the plural of eros (desire), and I am fascinated by the idea that love is so complex it must be personified across several beings.

While the erotic author in me applauds the idea of the greatness of Eros, I also love the idea that his power, and therefore that of the erotes, stems primarily from a woman—the Olympian goddess Aphrodite (sometimes called Venus in Roman mythology).

Thus the concept of the GODS OF LOVE series was born—stand-alone novellas that can be read in any order, but that also share a common theme.

While the first three novellas in the series focused on three of the erotes (Pothos, Himeros and Anteros), Book 4 introduces Aphrodite and her insatiable hunger for love. Who among mortals could possibly be strong enough to match the mother of the erotes in her game of desire?