Warrior Lover by Marianne LaCroix
June 6, 1944 - Belle is part of the French Resistance, fighting for freedom from the Nazis that have taken control of her country. She feels most comfortable with a rifle in hand, and earns the respect of the Allied Forces, always sure of her actions. That is until Lieutenant Colonel A. Riese appears on the French shores for the long awaited invasion.
Ares wants to take part in this war, and he wants to win. When he encounters Belle, he can't resist this mortal woman with the face of a goddess and the heart of a warrior. Will the mighty Ares, Greek god of War, be defeated by love?
Oh My God by Ashlyn Chase
The Greek God of wine, women, and party, falls off a balcony during Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Now he has amnesia. All he knows is that they call him ‘Big D,' and he's a party animal who drinks too much and ought to give up alcohol for Lent.
Mandy and Brandy flashed Dionysus right before he fell. They're nice enough to take him to an AA meeting, and then back to their homes until he recovers his memory. Fortunately, they're not too nice to be naughty. They all agree that replacing a bad habit with a healthy one is the key to sobriety, and what could be healthier than sex? Will he come between friends before they know who he is? Will Zeus separate all of them, forever?
Fate Unbound by Isabelle Drake
Forced to leave her homeland of ancient Greece, Taryn must search modern day LA for the one man who will tame her wild heart. The Oracle has dictated that she must submit to all men who approach her. In doing so, she will find the single man who desires submission to her, then, and only then, may she return to her beloved home.
Adrian, frustrated by being forced live as an unrecognized son of Zeus, seeks his fate from The Oracle. The Oracle has a dictate for him as well, he must be patient, accept what comes to him, and never act on his own desires—especially those of the flesh. In doing so, he will, when the time is right, receive the recognition as Zeus's son.
Apollo's Choice by Sascha Illyvich
After gaining in popularity to the point of causing the other gods fear on Olympus, Apollo is banished to a different time and world by Hera. Cursed to remain in 1990's in the body of a bass player for an up and coming grunge band, Apollo must figure out a way to return to Ancient Greece and restore his powers.
Only a beautiful redhead crosses his path and forces him to choose between his former home and his heart.
Possessing Poseidon by Annmarie Ortega
Her secret refuses to stay in the past.
The ancient Greek god Poseidon falls in love with Beth, a woman who is on the run from her dangerous past. Beth only knows her lover as Den, and it's not until the past collides with the present will she learn the secret truth of Den and his own mysterious past.
General Release Date: 29th September 2008
Warrior Lover by Marianne LaCroix
“Les sanglots longs des violons, l'automne blessent mon coeur d'une langueur montone.”
Belle listened to the radio message with quiet excitement. This was the message they had waited for.
“R�p�t. Les sanglots longs des violons, l'automne blessent mon coeur d'une langueur montone.” The long sobbing violins of autumn hurt my heart with a monotonous languor.
The members of the small group of French mercenaries flipped off the R�sistance radio program and began to gather up their supplies. This was the night they had worked for, dreamed of, prayed to God to come. The Allied invasion was here at last.
“Belle, be careful,” her brother warned with a worried tone.
“What? Fear? Now? No, mon chou. This is no time for fear. This is our hour of freedom.” She picked up her M1 rifle and checked her rounds.
“I know. I just hate that this happened, that you were forced to take up a gun instead of marrying a nice man.”
“I feel more comfortable holding a rifle than a baby.” She clicked her ammunition into the rifle and swung the leather strap over her shoulder. “I wasn’t ready for that life.”
It was true. Belle had no desire to tie herself down to the life as wife. At least not yet.
At seventeen, the war had invaded her backyard, the Germans marching through the country, taking everything for their own. It was hell living in France with Hitler’s S.S. running things from Paris. Leaving the house had become dangerous, and travelling to the next province over was out of the question. Having seen her parents killed before her eyes when the Germans demanded to know where a rumoured fortune in gold was kept, Belle vowed to fight this battle the best way she knew how.
There was no gold in their village. Her m�re and p�re died for nothing. Apparently, the Nazis were ill-informed, and they left her and her brother, Jean-Luis, without parents. No apology. No compensation.
They had left a young girl tenacious enough to see the invaders pay for their crimes against her family and all the families of France.
Oh My God by Ashlyn Chase
“Hello, everyone. I can’t remember my name, but I think I’m an alcoholic.”
The room fell silent. A few titters began in the back, then the chuckles spread and before I knew it, the whole room was guffawing.
“You came to the right place, Mister!” yelled a listener from the back of the room.
I felt my cheeks heating. They must be turning red. Well, fine, at least they’d match my eyes.
The gorgeous young women who’d taken me to this AA meeting slapped their luscious thighs and laughed out loud with the rest of them. If it wasn’t for their sex appeal, I’d have stood up and walked out. How humiliating!
I pictured their creamy skin under their jeans. The brunette with big brown eyes would have a bikini tan. The other, an auburn redhead with long, spiral curls, would probably be a sunscreen wearer, but I loved fair complexions, too. In fact, I enjoyed pretty much everything about women. It’s odd how I knew that about myself but little else since the amnesia.
I elbowed the pretty brunette on my right. “Hey, I came here to get help and everybody’s laughing at me.”
The young woman, Brandy she said her name was, patted me on the knee and said with a southern drawl, “It’s all right, honey. We understand. We’re laughin’ with you.”
“But I’m not laughing.”
“Well you should, darlin’. When you’re feelin’ better, you’ll be tellin’ your story to the world, and you’ll be laughin’ too.”
The meeting resumed but with my hangover, I couldn’t concentrate on what the speakers said. Yet, despite my pounding headache and roiling stomach, I could concentrate on Brandy and Mandy’s thighs.
I sensed a passionate nature in both of the women. Mandy, the redhead, seemed like the quiet type. Like a swan though, she had all kinds of energy underneath the surface.
Fate Unbound by Isabelle Drake
“The Fates have been cruel, casting me from Greece.” Adrian tossed the chisel from his calloused hand, watching it skid to a stop under the expansive window. Gazing across the private courtyard swimming pool towards the glittering neon lights of Los Angeles, he continued, “Sending me to this modern world, where I am nothing, no one, I—”
“Not even your true father, Zeus himself, can deny The Fates,” Linus said to his friend, trying as he had many times over the past several weeks to remind Adrian that he had no control over his predicament.
“Curse The Fates and curse—”
“Don’t. Have patience.” Linus’ tone was sharp but softened as he continued. “You will regret those words later, when you get the acknowledgement you crave.”
Running his fingertips over rough edges of marble that would eventually be two lovers, Adrian scoffed. “Patience?”
Linus set down the brown leather chest he’d just carried in. “Let me remind you, you sought your future from The Oracle. Besides, you will be getting what you want—if you only follow—”
“The dictates.” Adrian’s hand stilled where the woman’s waist would be. “It’s a trick. Commanding me to not seek the touch of any woman, then placing me here, where she is nearby.”
“And what would you do if you could touch her?” Linus asked. “Seek vengeance?”
Gliding his hand lower, he flattened his palm across the area where the lovers’ bodies would merge and pressed hard. There was no room for gentleness when it came to the unfinished business between him and his former lover, Taryn.
He turned away so his friend would not see that cruel truth on his face, but the concealment came too late.
“What good would such an act do? It certainly would not help you achieve what you claim to want. Single-minded revenge does not suit a god—or even a half god. Perhaps the Fates know you better than you know yourself.”
Apollo's Choice by Sascha Illyvich
Apollo looked at his temple. Marble stone columns stood tall with a slight influence from Thrace architecture. He knew it was odd to mix cultures, but a party was a party. And Mother Nature shared her bounty with multiple species, right?
The mere splendour of his temple was a sight to behold. Ornate purple cloths hung on the walls, framing exquisite tapestries woven with the finest of silks. Gold adorned everything from goblets to his throne. A fountain stood in the middle of an open space. The statue of Apollo playing his lyre while surrounded by beautiful women reminded him of his love of music and sex. Many of his followers had worshipped at this temple, drinking from this very fountain. Hell, last night’s party with
Dionysus had ended with an orgy of him and six beautiful women who’d had a little too much of the fountain’s gifts.
What a wonderful way to forget an affair that had gone awry.
Now, he lay across a chair, legs thrown over the sides with a drink in hand. His blond hair fell over his face, hiding his eyes and the smile he still wore from last night.
Sighing, he remembered this one buxom redhead who had offered herself completely to him. He took her in every imaginable position, let her do anything to him she wanted. They’d both come several times and still, after several hours, he wasn’t satisfied. She, of course, was out cold. Tired, being human and all.
Being the fertility god as well as god of wine had certain advantages. “Who wants to be god of war when we can drink and fuck for eternity?” Apollo laughed aloud.
He’d decided to send a message to his followers that another festival was to be held in his honour this evening. Zeus and the other gods be damned, but Apollo was really becoming accustomed to having the masses worship him. Apollo was the god of Nature, of wine. The two were related. From nature came grapes. From grapes came wine. From wine came indulgence.
He scoffed at the mere thought that Zeus had even the kindest thought for one of his sons, let alone one who actually served a purpose. It seemed that both humans and gods alike shared the problem of discarding unwanted children.
Possessing Poseidon by Annmarie Ortega
Beth was reclined on her lounge chair on the deck of her beach house when she dreamed of the man again. She’d started having the dream two days after she’d moved into her new house this past week.
Beth would fall asleep on the back deck and the man would appear. He would walk up the steps of the deck from the beach and stand next to her while she sat back in her lounge chair. Standing over her, he was at least six foot three, with dark brown hair that was all one length, just above his shoulders. He wore a necklace around his neck that was made of white shells that sharply contrasted the golden bronze colour of his skin. He had a killer body and a chest that just screamed to be touched. The only clothing he wore was a pair of skin-tight, royal blue swim trunks that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. His whole body was always soaking wet, with water dripping off the ends of his hair, running down his wide shoulders, his sculpted chest and abdomen, down his muscled legs to a puddle around his bare feet.
He would look at her as if he wanted to devour her, then he’d bend down and simply kiss her gently on the lips, turn and go back down the steps and walk away heading towards the water.
Beth enjoyed the dream. She actually looked forward to it, in fact. That one kiss he would place on her lips was like heaven, and this beautiful stranger made her want more, much more, than just a gentle brush of his lips against hers.
So she had fallen asleep again in the warm sun while reading a book. She needed time to relax after finishing all her unpacking from moving in the house. When he appeared she anticipated the touch of his lips to hers and even in her sleep her lips parted ever so slightly waiting for his kiss.
Marianne LaCroix
Marianne LaCroix has had a passion for romance since reading Gone With the Wind when she was a high school sophomore. Voracious reading eventually spawned another passion—writing. For years, Mari would go to work as a nurse in her local hospital, and then she'd run home and unwind by writing, escaping into a world of handsome heroes, and the women who love them. Her private escape has evolved from a part time hobby into a promising career. She's had several recognitions for her writing including a Romantic Times BOOKClub Reviewer Choice nomination and a PEARL Honourable Mention.
Marianne is an active member in Romance Writers of America and holds a B.A. in English Literature. She lives in southwest Georgia with her husband, their twin daughters, two rascally dogs, a noisy cockatiel, and one demanding cat.
Ashlyn Chase
Ashlyn Chase describes herself as an Almond Joy bar. A little nutty, a little flaky, but basically sweet, wanting only to give her readers a scrumptious, satisfying, reading experience.
She worked as a psychiatric nurse for several years and spent a few more years working for the Red Cross. She credits her sense of humour to her former careers since comedy helped preserve whatever was left of her sanity. Ashlyn holds a degree in behavioral sciences and has been trained as a fine artist, registered nurse, hypnotherapist, and interior designer.
Most writers, whether they're aware of it or not, have a 'theme', some sort of thread that runs through all of their books, uniting the whole mishmash into an identifiable signature. Ashlyn's identified theme involves characters who reinvent themselves. It's no wonder since she has reinvented herself numerous times. Finally content with her life, she lives in beautiful New Hampshire with her true-life hero husband and a spoiled brat cat.
Isabelle Drake
Isabelle Drake got her start writing confession stories for pulp magazines like True Confessions and True Love. Since publishing those first few stories she has written in multiple genres, earned and MFA in Creative Writing and became an English & Writing Professor.
When away from her keyboard, she watches films, especially classic noir, horror and romance, and reads (of course). An avid traveler, she'll go just about anywhere--at least once--to meet people and get ideas.
Isabelle is very active on social media. You can find her on the following social channels: Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Youtube, Goodreads and Snapchat as isadrake.
Sascha Illyvich
I started writing ten years ago, releasing poetry and an occasional short erotica story before focusing on kinky erotic romance in various subgenres. My books have been listed under the Road to Romance's Recommended read list, as well nominated for the CAPA.
I am also the host of the Unnamed Romance Show on Radio Dentata and continue to write for Renaissance E-books, and Total-E-bound. Readers can find my work, plus free reads here
I'm also part of the WriteSex Panel, a blog group that's defining erotica for writers in any genre! Find us here
Annmarie Ortega
Annmarie Ortega is a lifetime resident of Chicago, Illinois and loves the big city life. She is a part time student pursuing her Bachelor's Degree in Fiction Writing. In the fall of 2005 Annmarie had her first short story published, and since then she has been published numerous times. She is a member of the RWA, along with their Chicago North, ESPAN, and Passionate Ink chapters as well. In her spare time she loves to spend time with her family and friends, read, and volunteer with fund raising at her oldest son's school.
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