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    Soft Clay
    Soft Clay
    Soft Clay
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    Soft Clay

    By Megan Slayer

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    Two souls trapped—can they find freedom in each other’s arms?

    Nike, the goddess of speed, can’t move. She’s the goddess of strength and she can’t shatter her curse. The goddess of victory has lost her weapons—her shield and spear. She put her faith in a human, only to be cursed. Can another human be the key to her salvation and freedom from the clay?

    Charlie needs someone who can understand him. A person to cherish him. Male or female, he doesn’t care. He’s intrigued by Nike’s statue. Call him infatuated. But she’s a statue and they don’t come to life from true love’s kiss, do they?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateOct 4, 2018
    ISBN9781773398136
    Soft Clay
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    Megan Slayer

    Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

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      Soft Clay - Megan Slayer

      Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2018 Megan Slayer

      ISBN: 978-1-77339-813-6

      Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

      Editor: Stephanie Balistreri

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      DEDICATION

      For my Lucky Ducks

      For the lovers, the dreamers and all of you

      For JPZ

      SOFT CLAY

      Celestial Mates, 4

      Megan Slayer

      Copyright © 2018

      Chapter One

      Glory, glory … Gloria! Charles whirled around again and danced to the music blasting from the stereo. He spun, then stretched along with the tune. Dancing to the beat not only cleared his mind but soothed his soul. His high heels clicked on the floor as he sashayed across the room. He loved the freedom of dancing in high heels. Charlie felt more like himself in women’s clothing and accessories.

      The song switched to a Lady Gaga tune. He faced the mirror and grinned at his reflection. You are a sexy bastard, he murmured. He blew himself air kisses. He’d let his facial hair grow out enough to be seen and his moustache was bushier than normal, but he still looked good. He’d make a pretty girl, too. He winked at himself and whipped away from the mirror. Too bad he hadn’t done his makeup. He preferred to shine. At least he wasn’t going to see anyone today. Besides, sweat wasn’t bad, but he hated to smear his eyeliner.

      He spun again and made his way toward the bank of windows. Was anyone watching him from the street? If so, they were getting quite a show. He peered down at the sidewalk. The only people down there were the workers installing the newest statue on campus. Guys on backhoes and front loaders weren’t his idea of sexy. If he’d worn his sequined top, they’d have noticed his sparkle.

      Charlie ran through the routine he planned on using to try out for the musical on campus. He finished the routine, then toweled off and stretched again. He settled into the splits in front of the floor to ceiling windows and watched the workers. Why did the campus need another statue? Didn’t the college have enough? Good God. Everywhere he looked was another piece of art. Sure, he liked art as much as anyone else, but the campus seemed to be more of an art gallery than a place of learning. He focused on the statue. At least it wasn’t a fountain. He zeroed in on the figure. A woman with wings? Did she have a shield, too? Damn. He liked shields. He touched his hip. Was her shield like the one tattooed onto his skin? After he finished practicing, he needed to investigate the figure more. Not that the statue would talk to him and give her life story. Statues didn’t come to life.

      Still, the new piece of art fascinated him. The next piece of statuary should involve dance. He loved anything connected to dancing. This statue, though, called to him. Maybe it was the wings and the shield. He’d love to have a set of wings like hers. He’d be the belle of the catwalk during his nights in drag. He’d have to look into making his own set of wings.

      Baby, you’d stand out, he muttered. He finished toweling off and turned off the stereo. He removed his mp3 player, then headed into the locker room to change. He switched to jeans and a loose sweater, plus sneakers. The outfit wasn’t his favorite attire, but it’d work for his shift at the coffee shop. He couldn’t dress the way he wanted at the Brew. If he showed up in drag, his boss would fire him on the spot. Sad and unfair, but true.

      Hey. Phil, one of his fellow dance students, strode into the locker room. If I’d have known you were rehearsing, I’d have come in early. How’d it go?

      Rehearsal was good. He tucked his dance heels into his duffle bag. I’m incorporating a couple new spins into the routine. I’m trying to standout without having to be bold during the tryouts. I’m also planning on using some of the routine for my drag show. What are you working on?

      The number for the musical. I’m determined to get in this time. Phil removed his jacket and opened his locker. He wrestled out of his shirt. I so want to be in the musical.

      Charlie admired the play of muscle in Phil’s upper body. The man was sturdy and masculine—both things Charlie wasn’t. Charlie sighed. He’d slept with men and women, but no one made him happy. He wasn’t sure why. Normally, he’d go gaga for a guy like Phil. He loved burly men and the teddy look—mostly because he couldn’t grow chest hair to save his life. But seeing Phil shirtless today did nothing for him. Are you going for the musical penned by the playwright-in-residence?

      The musical Danny wrote, yeah. Phil dropped his pants. Do you know how hard it is to get into a musical? He frowned. No, you don’t. You always get selected.

      I missed out last semester, Charlie said. He grabbed his bag and closed his locker door. They said I was too feminine for the chorus.

      Then you know how it feels to be shut out. I’m the only grad student who hasn’t been in one of the musicals. I’ve only been cast as an extra in two productions. It’s not helping me earn credit toward my degree. Phil shook out his spandex shorts, then stepped into them.

      You keep trying out for the women’s parts. He slung the bag over his shoulder and held up both hands. I think you’re a beautiful woman, especially with your beard, but the directors have a certain look and the bearded lady isn’t it.

      You haven’t shaved your moustache when you queen, Phil said.

      I’m the bearded lady, too. Charlie shrugged. Honey, try out for the men’s roles, get your foot in the door, then knock their socks off with your fantastic dance routines. You know what you can do, but you have to play along so you can display your talents. You could run the production if you’d try.

      "I’d rather dance with the boys, than dance with the boys, Phil said. One day, I’ll get what I want."

      Kudos. I’d like to find someone who can take me as I am, too. He nodded to Phil. See you. I’m going to be late for work.

      Pity. Phil stuck out his bottom lip. Next time you rehearse, let me know. I’ll join you.

      I will. Charlie waved, then left. He headed downstairs to the lobby on the first floor. He’d spent so much time at

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