Monsters of all shapes and sizes are storming the scene in erotic romance and some of the creatures, like the one below, are racing to the top of the bestseller lists.
I invited Danielle Summers to stop by today and tell us about her
latest monster erotic romance, Kissing the Golem.
Kissing the Golem
Jacob and Marcus, an interracial interfaith couple, are fighting about everything: coming out, monogamy and marriage. Then one dark night, they encounter the Golem who has protected Jacob’s family for generations. The giant but handsome man made of clay and dirt saves their lives, and his kiss just may save their relationship.
Marcus cupped Jacob’s face in his hands. He kissed Jacob on the lips and then pulled away.
“I can’t do this anymore,” said Marcus. “I love you too much. I love myself too much.”
He flung open the car door and ran.
“Oh shit,” Jacob said as he turned off the car and took the keys out of the ignition. He ran after Marcus yelling his name. Marcus was strong with smooth pec muscles and thighs that could crack walnuts, but Jacob was faster. He was lean and quick. He caught up with Marcus a few blocks off the main gay strip that they had been driving down. They could hear the occasional prideful whoop and holler, but, for the most part, the spot where Jacob caught up with Marcus was quiet and isolated.
Marcus turned to face Jacob. Sweat covered his brow. “I’ve been waiting, Jacob. I’ve been waiting for you to come out. I’ve been waiting for you to say to someone besides me that I am your boyfriend. I’ve been waiting for you to be at least willing to discuss monogamy. I’m tired of waiting.”
Jacob would think after the fact that he should have heard the footsteps. He should have heard the first time the men who attacked them call them, “cocksucking faggots.” Gay pride events were bigger and more common than ever, but they were also easy targets for gay bashers looking for queers who had strayed from the party. He was too busy staring into Marcus’ eyes trying to figure out what to say. He wanted to stay with him. He didn’t want their relationship to end like this. It seemed like Marcus had seen them but didn’t know what to do.
Jacob felt a kick at the back of his knee, and he went down on all fours. He felt gravel dig into his hands and knees. Then someone hit his head. He heard voices and looked up to see someone punching Marcus. Jacob had no idea what to do. He didn’t know how to fight. He’d never been in a fight before. The one time he had been mugged, he just gave the guys his wallet and everyone walked away. He was poorer, but everyone was uninjured. He did the only things he could do. He tried to protect himself from the blows, and he prayed. Then he remembered Great Uncle Saul’s advice from earlier that day. He didn’t believe in the Golem, but he started yelling his name.
The gentle breeze that had been stirring got stronger every time Jacob said the word, Golem. Dirt and rocks started to swirl around them. The dirt started to draw in water, whatever was nearby. It sucked up a tiny puddle left over from a small rainfall the day before. It emptied a nearby bird bath. There was a crack of thunder, even though the sky was clear. The guys who had been hitting Jacob and Marcus stopped. The dirt got so thick that Jacob couldn’t see anything.
“Marcus!” he yelled.
And slowly the wind calmed down and the dirt settled. He looked up and saw Marcus standing there alone. The men who had been beating them were gone. Jacob didn’t know where. It looked like there was going to be quite the bruise on Marcus’ cheek. And next to Marcus was a man, but not just any man. He towered over Marcus by a couple of feet. His arms and legs were thick and shapeless. His face had tiny specks marking what might have been eyes, a nose and a mouth on anyone else. His most distinctive marking were Hebrew letters spelling out the word “truth” on his forehead. He was the suggestion of a man, and Jacob recognized him from drawings in picture books and the tales told around summer camp bonfires. This suggestion of a man was the Golem.