Author LaVerne Thompson
Genre Fantasy Romance, Greek Mythology
Series Book 2 of 3
Publication Date October 14, 2016
Page Count 175 pages
Publisher Isisindc Publishing, LLC
*WARNING* This is not an erotic romance. It does however, have sex when warranted and lots of violence and cussing. You have been warned.
All the gods are dead. Long live the gods. Never forget.
To be reborn time after time knowing, remembering; each past life is both heaven and hell for Ledo. But as a son of Ares the Fates rule his life. His rebirth serves one purpose: to stand with Zeus when he faces Cronus and to die doing it. That never bothered him. He’d lived many lifetimes and knew his destiny, willingly embracing it.
But then came Aria, she too was his destiny, his reward. Both his pleasure and his pain. Protect her he would, even if it meant going against the Fates.
As a scientist, if Aria couldn’t see it, taste it, touch it or calculate it, it didn’t exist. Until the man from her beautiful dreams showed her everything she believed in was a lie. And now that she knew that, her life was forfeited.
The soft sway of the water stilled as the Fates looked on.
“Are we certain this is the only way?” The shortest of the Fates asked the question but only because she questioned everything…already knowing the answer.
“It unfolds as it should,” a slender, cloaked figure replied.
“Thus far. Each must be tested and do his or her part. Even the son of Ares. No one avoids their fate,” the one standing on the far right of the pool added calmly.
“But he has always been aware,” a raspy voice countered.
“Yet, for the most part, he’s lived human lives. This will require the first use of all of his powers and once those born with god’s blood taste it, they will only want more,” the shortest stated.
The others nodded in agreement.
“Sooner or later, they will all be tested,” the one on the right said.
“Failure is true death,” the slender figure replied.
“For us all,” the shortest added.
Ledo opened his eyes to stare into the blaze of the sun. Immediately, he closed them, the movement causing pain to bang behind his shut lids, into his skull, until it echoed throughout his body. Unsure why he could see the sun, or where he was for that matter, he groaned. Where the fuck was he? What happened? The last thing he remembered was tranzing into his vulture and chasing after Zeus’ lightning bolt. He’d caught it in his talons, adding his own powers to guide it where it needed to go—right into the entrance of Tartarus in an attempt to destroy it. He remembered the explosion and an endless sensation of his atoms being ripped apart as he was wrenched from his vulture form. After that, it’d all been a blur.
An icy wind blew across his naked body. He shivered and tried to sit up. His human ass was freezing. It was so fucking cold. How long had he been out? The temperature shouldn’t affect him like this. Where was he? He glanced around and realized he lay in the middle of a white sea of ice and blowing snow as far as his eyes could see. Was this the North Pole? Is this where the entrance had been hidden, deep beneath the ice?
It made sense, but no, not the North. The magnetic energy pull felt more like the South. Antarctica. That was where he was. Actually, what he was…was fucked. While he could change his form, he couldn’t create clothes; and when he changed, his clothes were destroyed. Usually, he was able to make it back home or to someplace where he’d stashed clothes, but not this time. Sometimes, it really sucked being the son of a god.
He shivered. Normally, the cold wouldn’t bother him, but this was a bitter cold and he’d exerted a lot of energy. He also feared he might have lost quite a bit of time and needed to get moving.
His bird form wouldn’t help him here. He needed something that would function better in this stark environment. The other form he’d inherited from dear Dad—part dog, part wolf. With a thought, his body shimmered, his bones seeming to liquefy before contorting. Changing in less than a nanosecond, he went from man to a dark-gray and brown cross between a wolf and a dog with a white patch on his head. He raised his nose and scented the air. In this form, his senses were heightened tenfold.
There. He caught a whiff of humans. One scent, in particular, tantalized his senses. Humans meant warmth, a place to rest. Food. He took off at a dead run, following his nose.
Ledo was larger than most dogs or wolves, stronger and faster. Still, by the time he arrived at his destination, the sun was just getting ready for bed. He circled the place, which looked like the equivalent of three or four, double-wide mobile homes connected in an L shape. With his enhanced hearing, he listened in on the conversation. Some sort of scientific expedition instead of an adventure for shits and giggles group. Figures, it was studying the weather phenomena and magnetic anomalies, trying to figure out what had been happening all over the world for the last couple of months or so. The hole in the ozone layer was already three times the size of the US and getting larger.
The good news was what he and Zeus had done should put a stop to it. But he didn’t kid himself; it’d simply been a stopgap measure they’d accomplished. They’d merely stunned Cronus. Hopefully, it would be long enough for Ze to gather some of the descendants of the Olympians to put a permanent hurt to Cronus once and for all. Meanwhile, he needed to get to a main town and try to contact Ze. This was one time he wished he and Ze were connected, or that his telepathic skills were stronger. Instinct had led him to find Zeus in the first place; perhaps, instinct would lead Ze to him. He would keep focusing on the once god and maybe that would be enough.
First things first, Ledo needed food and warmth. Even in his enhanced body, his balls were freezing. He felt surprised not to see any dog sleds at the station, but there were a helicopter and a couple of snowmobiles in a covered shed. It also looked like there was a generator attached to the mobile station. The top of the station had what looked like a triangular, slanted umbrella over it, probably making it easier for the snow to slide off to one side and protect the transmitter up there. Good, maybe he could use whatever kind of communications device the expedition had implemented to send out a call to Ze.
He decided the best approach was usually the direct one. He didn’t think the group would buy the idea of a naked man in the middle of Antarctica in minus 55 Celsius weather, but a dog was another matter. He moved to the side of the helicopter, threw back his head, and howled so the wind would carry the sound toward the structure. Then he hoped no one came out with a shotgun to try to plug his sorry ass.
About The Author
LaVerne Thompson is an award winning, bestselling, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi romances. She also writes romantic suspense and new adult under the pen name Ursula Sinclair, her alter ego, who likes her relationships a little more complicated.
Her stories are highly sensual with erotic elements but she has a few that are considered erotic. Most of her books also have a touch of violence and a few more than that. She enjoys good action scenes in movies and has incorporated some of those elements in quite a few of her books. She is also a certified chocoholic.
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