For the Love of Hades
Loves of Olympus, Book 2
Loves of Olympus, Book 2
Sasha Summers
Genre: Romantic
Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Crescent
Moon Press
ISBN: 978-1-937254-83-4
ASIN:
978-1-937254-84-1
Number of pages:
309
Word Count: 78,500
Cover Artist:
Jeannie Ruesch
Book Description:
Hades, God of Death, has no heart. Persephone is determined to prove otherwise…
Hades, the Lord of
the Underworld, has no patience for living things or his Olympian brethren. His
purpose is order, administering justice to those who enter his realm, and
keeping the balance decreed by the Fates. Meeting Persephone sways his focus,
her gentle sweetness threatening his control. But he will not be tempted.
Poseidon’s scheming
wreaks havoc upon Persephone. Hades has no choice - he must rescue her.
Hades awakens
something within the Goddess Persephone. She feels no fear from his brooding
presence. In truth, she’s never felt so alive. Every stolen moment together
only confirms her instinct: he is meant to be hers. Such a powerful union suit
will face opposition – from Olympus, her troubled betrothed, the Fates, even
Hades himself – but she is determined to win his heart.
Medusa A Love Story
Loves of Olympus Book One
By Sasha Summers
Book Description:
It's said love can
change a person. Medusa wasn't always a monster...
Medusa is ruled by
duty, to her Titan father and the Goddess Athena. She's no room for the tenderness
her warrior guard, Ariston, stirs. When Olympus frees her from service, her
heart leads her into the arms of the guard she loves... and curses her as the
creature with serpent locks.
Ariston goes to war
with a full heart... and dreadful foreboding. He learns too late of the danger
Medusa faces, alone, and a Persian blade sends him into the Underworld. But
death, curses, nor the wrath of the Gods will keep him from returning to her.
Poseidon will use
Greece's war to get what he wants: Medusa. He does not care that she belongs to
another. He does not care that she will be damned. He is a God, an Olympian,
and she will be his.
About the Author :
Sasha Summers is
part gypsy. Her passions have always been storytelling, history, and travel.
It's no surprise that her books visit times past, set in places rich with
legends and myth. Her first play, 'Greek Gods and Goddesses' (original title,
right?), was written for her Girl Scout troupe.
She's been writing
ever since. She loves getting lost in the worlds and characters she creates;
even if she frequently forgets to run the dishwasher or wash socks when she's
doing so. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are
super understanding and supportive.
Sasha is an active
member of RWA and several Texas Chapters. A self-proclaimed movie-addict, she
is full of all sorts of useless movie tidbits and trivia.
Links:
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Hades
glanced at the lily propped atop the mantle. The blossom was bright white
against the black silk to which it was pinned, light against the darkness. He
reached up, tracing one petal with an unsteady finger. He saw the tremor,
cursed it, and clenched his hand, drawing back from the flower as if it had
burned him.
Turning
abruptly from the fire, he made his way to his chair and sat heavily. There was
a sweetness to his burden, but it was no less a burden.
He leaned
forward, rested his elbows on his knees and covered his face with his hands.
What had he
done? How could he make amends now that his heinous act had been hidden so
long? Using his powers to aid a mortal would seem trivial in comparison with
the offense he’d committed against Demeter. Against Olympus.
And yet, he
felt whole.
The raw
emptiness that he’d held at bay, for nigh on an eternity, no longer threatened
to consume him. Having her here, with her constant laughter and endless
conversation, had changed his world irrevocably.
If not for
her, he would have remained bitter and angry. He would not have interfered at
Cyprus. He would never have thought to champion the mortal, Ariston…
“My lord.”
Her soft voice interrupted his thoughts.
He lifted
his head from his hands, surprised.
Persephone
stood, beauty to behold, watching him with wide green eyes. In the blazing
firelight her hair glowed copper, warm and rich. Her face, normally alight with
smiles and laughter, was drawn. Was she not fully recovered? Or did the tension
between them tire her as well?
His voice
revealed nothing. “Persephone.”
Her steps
were cautious, but she made her way to him. “Aphrodite?”
So she had
seen Aphrodite. “Has gone.” And she should have gone with her fellow Olympian.
He should have insisted she do so. He swallowed against the lump in his throat,
ignoring the tightening in his chest.
“I thought
as much.” She stood so close he could see the front of her tunic. The fabric
trembled, thundering in time with the rapid beat of her heart.
Was she
disappointed? Was she ready to leave him… his realm?
She should
go. She should have gone weeks ago. He knew it was right. Yet knowing it did
nothing to soothe his agitation. He clutched the arms of his throne, clinging
to control.
“I’ve not
asked you for anything in my time here.” She paused. “Have I?”
He shook
his head once. No, she’d seemed happy, though he had little knowledge of true
happiness, he supposed. His gaze found shadows beneath her eyes and a tightness
about her mouth. He was a blind fool.
Have you
been miserable? He could not ask the words aloud, fearing her answer.
Her voice
was no steadier than her pulse. “Nor would I trouble you now, if my need were
not so great.”
“What is
it?” he asked. His voice sounded harsh to his own ears.
She sank to
her knees, glancing at him with an almost timid gaze. Her hands lifted,
wavered, and covered his hands. He stiffened, stunned by her actions. She
touched him… He swallowed. The feel of her hands upon him squeezed the air from
his lungs.
“Show me
mercy. Show me the same mercy you’ve bestowed upon the mortal… the soldier
Ariston.” Her hands clasped his tightly.
He would
not reach for her, he could not. No matter how he might want to.
“Have I
been cruel, that you feel the need to beg for anything from me?” His words were
a harsh whisper. She shook her head and he continued, “Then why do you kneel
before me?”
“It is a
selfish request, one that may turn you from solicitous to,” she paused, her
cheeks growing red, “… sickened.”
Was it
possible for him to feel so towards her?
He stared at her hands,
wrapped about his. He would not meet her gaze. He would not reveal his damnable
weakness to her. He could not risk losing himself in the fathomless depths of
her green eyes. “Ask me,” he murmured as his traitorous eyes sought hers.
She drew in a wavering breath, ragged and labored.
Her whispered words were thick.
“My lover… Release him. Release the man who loves me,
please.” Her eyes sparkled, mesmerizing him while his heart, so newly
discovered, seemed to shudder to a stop once more.
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What you could win...
One white lily pendant (US only)
One signed paperback set of Medusa and Hades (USA/Canada only)
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I love Greek myth re-tellings and this sounds like a fun one. Thanks for the giveaway!
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