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Blurb:
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.
Excerpt:
The
water shifted, carrying Poseidon quickly to the sand before Ariston.
“I will fight you, then, Ariston of Rhodes.”
Ariston
nodded, clenching his hands.
“But
this fight cannot give you what you seek. Tell me, do you rage
against me for using your wife? Or because she hides from you, even
knowing you search for her?” Poseidon paused, watching his face
closely.
“She
is dead…”
“So
say the Gorgons. Mayhap she wants nothing of you now.”
Ariston’s
arm whipped forward, meeting the cold flesh of Poseidon’s stomach
with uninhibited fury. He savored the warm burn of his knuckles,
sending his other fist into his Poseidon’s side with a roar.
He
drew his arm back and released his fist, crazed with bloodlust. He
struck Poseidon’s haughty chin squarely, a gratifying smack filling
the air.
Poseidon
reacted then, throwing his elbow into Ariston’s chest and robbing
him of breath.
Ariston
threw his fist forward, hitting the God in the neck and swiping his
leg. Poseidon fell onto the sand, lying at his feet.
He
offered his hand to Poseidon. “I am not so easily satisfied.”
Poseidon
stared at his hand, then stood.
Ariston
stooped and rammed into Poseidon, his shoulder smashing into
Poseidon’s stomach and lifting him before letting him fall to the
sand again.
Poseidon
stood once more, his his
face no longer distant and haughty.
Ariston
laughed. “Come at me then.”
And
he did, forcing Ariston back against one of the large boulders that
dotted the beach. His hands closed about Ariston’s throat, his
intent obvious. Still Ariston managed to break free, knocking the God
off guard by kneeing him forcefully in the groin.
Poseidon
crumpled on the beach, kneeling as he fought to regain his breath.
Ariston
stood over him, wanting this over.
“Is
my suffering akin to yours? When you learned…that I had her. Were
you crippled so?” Poseidon’s words were muttered in choking
breaths.
“Your
suffering cannot be compared to mine,” Ariston assured him. “I
would put an end to it for you.”
Poseidon
rose quickly, Ariston’s sword clasped in his hand. “No, Ariston,
I think not.” He lifted the blade, pressing it against Ariston’s
neck.
Ariston
smiled again, lifting his chin and exposing his neck. Was it wrong
that he wanted this?
Poseidon’s
brow rose. “You doubt my intent? You have no fear of death?”
“None.”
He meant it. “Kill me.” End
my pain.
Poseidon’s
face twisted. “You seek death?”
“It
is better than what waits for me now.” He cursed himself, cursed
his words and the desperation that filled them.
“For
a woman? All for a woman?” Poseidon tossed the sword aside. “You
are no man to let a woman rule you so. No woman alive is worth…”
“But
she is not alive. She is dead!” Ariston’s words ripped from him
with such anguish that even he was surprised.
Poseidon
shook his head wearily. “If you are so eager for death, let me help
you on your way. Your lady wife lives, hiding amongst the caves off
Crete.”
Ariston
froze, stunned by Poseidon’s statement, but Poseidon only watched
him.
“You
lie,” he raged, moving to strike Poseidon again, but the God
grabbed his fist.
“I
have nothing to gain, Ariston of Rhodes. I am done with…this. I
would help you on your way, if this is truly what you want?”
Sasha is part gypsy. Born June 9, 1974, stories
have always played an important role in her life. Her passions have
always been storytelling, Hollywood, history, and travel. It’s no
surprise that her books include a little of each. Her first
play, ‘Greek Gods and Goddesses’ 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.
Thank you for stopping by for Maegan Provan's Blog Barrage of her new book. Also, don't forget to comment and visit the other blogs, or to enter the contest found here
New
Adult Paranormal/Urban Fantasy Romance
Publisher:Self-Published/Indie
Heat
Level:Sensual
Word
Count:50,000
Blurb
Love
Destiny
and
War
Created
by the First Born, The Night Touched created the bloodlines from
which all modern day vampires descended. Different because of their
incredible powers and advantages in the human world, The Night
Touched were a special kind of vampire. However, they were believed
to have died out centuries ago, and had been reduced to little more
than whispers in the vampire world.
Until
now.
Harper
Kemp was the only modern Night Touched in existence. The reasons
behind her creation were unknown and she had been abandoned during
her change. Eventually she was found by Lily and Jason and taught how
to handle what she had become. She learned how to blend in with the
human world and even made herself in to quite the socialite of the
New York City elite scene.
After
a plea for help in her dreams and the dangers of a forbidden love,
Harper is sent down a path to discovery; not only is she not alone,
she’s about to face her worst nightmare – a devastatingly
handsome slayer named Silas with a finger on her non existent pulse.
Excerpt:
As the song came to an end, he spun me out and smiled. I felt like I was floating. As the next song started, he led me out into the hallway and towards the stairwell. I giggled to myself and followed as we sprinted down the long hall. He opened the door for me and I walked in.
He pushed me back against the wall and kissed me passionately. His strong hands held me and he stood with his body pressed against mine. I kissed back against his soft lips and pushed myself to him. My bun had worked itself loose and my long brown hair cascaded around my shoulders He ran his fingers through it as I resisted the urge to bite his lip. He grunted a little and it was so amazingly sexy. I sighed and tried to remember how to make it look like I was panting.
Suddenly I felt that old familiar tingle in my chest. Fuck! Not now. Please not right now. I did everything I could to make sure that he wouldn’t be able to see my mark glowing through my dress. Before it could even become that big of an issue, his phone rang.
“Hello?” He pulled back and answered, mouthing to me that it was his work. “Really? Okay, I’m on my way.” He hung up and shoved his phone into his pocket.
“Harper, I am so so sorry, but I have to go. I promise I will make it up to you.” He threw the door open and rushed out of the stair well.
“That’s okay, I was about to eat you anyway.” I said to myself leaning back against the wall and looking at the ground.
After about a minute the door opened and I looked up, hoping that it was Silas coming back to kiss me like that again. Jason stuck his head in and looked around before noticing me in the corner.
“Come on, it’s time to go.” He looked at me, confused. Then, like a light bulb going off, his eyebrows raised and a sly smile appeared on his face “What were you doing in the stairwell?”
“Practicing great self-restraint” I took my wrap from him and put it around my shoulders.
Maegan
Provan was born and raised in Texas. She is married to a great guy.
They have a dog and two cats. When not writing, Maegan spends a lot
of time on social media sites as well as playing a lot of computer
games. Her love of vampires is what brought her into the urban
fantasy/paranormal genre.
Celineis her first novel, as well as Book 1 in
the seriesThe
Night Touched Chronicles
!
