The Forest God's Favor

By AT Lander

FROM EXCITING AUTHOR OF LGBTQIA ROMANCE FICTION

Book one in the Of Gods and Men series

Can the love of a man heal the heart of a god?

Fertility god Anthos, a shy and gentle three-hundred-year-old virgin, has grown up in the shadow of his brutal older brother Dryas and spent his life hiding from mortals, no matter how much his nature draws him to them.

Cleon, a humble farmer who always has room in his heart and his bed, knows that Lord Dryas is angry. The crops aren't growing, and his family is going to starve if he doesn't give the god a worthy sacrifice—his own body. But when he reaches the shrine, he finds a very different god, the sweet, untouched Anthos.

Eager to satisfy Anthos' curiosity, Cleon shows him what sex is...and what a relationship between them could be, with their instant attraction blooming into love. But when Dryas returns with a vengeance and Cleon's life hangs in the balance, Anthos is forced to make a choice.

Will he bow once more before his brother's rage, or take a stand for the only man who has ever had faith in him?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pride Publishing
• Release date: Dec 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9781839431685

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Of Gods and Men

THE FOREST GOD’S FAVOR

AT LANDER

The Forest God’s Favor

ISBN # 978-1-83943-168-5

©Copyright AT Lander 2021

Cover Art by Fiona Jayde ©Copyright December 2021

Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz

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Book one in the

Of Gods and Men series

Can the love of a man heal the heart of a god?

Fertility god Anthos, a shy and gentle three-hundred-year-old virgin, has grown up in the shadow of his brutal older brother Dryas and spent his life hiding from mortals, no matter how much his nature draws him to them.

Cleon, a humble farmer who always has room in his heart and his bed, knows that Lord Dryas is angry. The crops aren’t growing, and his family is going to starve if he doesn’t give the god a worthy sacrifice—his own body. But when he reaches the shrine, he finds a very different god, the sweet, untouched Anthos.

Eager to satisfy Anthos’ curiosity, Cleon shows him what sex is…and what a relationship between them could be, with their instant attraction blooming into love. But when Dryas returns with a vengeance and Cleon’s life hangs in the balance, Anthos is forced to make a choice.

Will he bow once more before his brother’s rage, or take a stand for the only man who has ever had faith in him?

Dedication

I dedicate this book to all those who have never given up on me, from the teachers who nurtured my love of learning, to the family who always supported me, to the friends who kept me sane…and finally, to the fluffiest cat I have ever known.

Chapter One

Cleon’s heart sank as he walked the rows of his family’s field, scanning for a single green shoot and finding none. The barley was two weeks late for sprouting—if it didn’t start growing soon, his family would starve come winter.

Anything? his little sister Amara asked as he left the field. Her hands were wringing the fabric of her peplos skirt even as her eyes said she knew the answer.

Not one, he said. Any eggs from the chickens?

Not one, she echoed. The gods must be angry at us.

That was the only explanation Cleon could think of, too. Dryas, their local fertility and forest god, was known for his temper. It would take very little provocation for him to withdraw his blessings.

The family gathered in front of their modest farmhouse, worried faces gazing at their patriarch. Cleon, the eldest son and the only one unmarried, glanced at the other members of the household. Amara sat beside him, while his twin younger brothers sat with their wives, both of whom were pregnant with their first children. They had no servants, no field hands, just them.

We have to beg Lord Dryas for his forgiveness, their father said, pacing back and forth. Someone must go to the shrine and pay tribute. Whatever it takes, this curse on our farm must be lifted!

W-whatever it takes? Amara asked nervously.

Yes, their father said gravely, words heavy with guilt. "Whatever it takes."

His children looked at one another, eyes wide with anxiety. They wouldn’t say it out loud for fear of angering the god, but they knew what their father was asking. Dryas’ tastes in tribute were usually carnal and never kind. None of them had any illusions about what would happen to whoever went to plead their case, but there was no other option.

Cleon looked from face to face. Neither of his brothers had any taste for men, and it would be cruel to send either of their wives to such a fate, especially pregnant as they both were. As for Amara, the thought made his stomach twist in disgust. There was only one choice.

I’ll go, he said, getting to his feet.

Are you sure? Amara asked. "You know what—what he’ll do to you."

I know, Cleon said, trying to sound brave. But I’ve been with men, so it won’t be so bad for me as it would be for one of you.

It was weak reasoning, but none of the others had anything better. Cleon was tall and strong, hardy enough to take some punishment and tan from hard labor in the sun. He was no Adonis, but he’d been called ruggedly handsome by past lovers, and he’d earned every muscle on his arms and chest. Dryas preferred pretty youths and maidens over men in their late twenties, but hopefully the god would accept his tribute anyway.

Cleon bathed in the river, combed his black hair and trimmed his short beard, brown eyes watching his reflection in a still pool. He prepared his body as best he could with slick oil and shaking fingers, hoping to reduce the inevitable pain. Finally, he donned their newest, finest tunic, the one Amara had woven and each of his brothers had worn for their weddings, and picked up their offerings with white-knuckled hands. There was nothing left to do but go.

Cleon gave his family the bravest smile he could muster, and they smiled back with pinched, anxious faces—all save his father, whose eyes were solemn and dark with guilt, and Amara, who was crying in his arms. Cleon squared