Title:
Snake in the Grass
Series
& number: Good Gods Book 2
Expected
Publication Date: July 30, 2013
Published
By: Promise Socks Publishing
Genre:
18+ Contemporary Romance, Paranormal
Romance
Book
Synopsis:
It’s Round Two of high stakes Love
Connection on Olympus, and this time, everything has changed. For Aphrodite, at
least.
Ares
is on deck, and Aphrodite is nervous. As much as she loves to hook up with him,
she doesn’t trust him as far as she could throw him, which isn’t very far. He’s
a big dude. They haven’t been together in a very long time, but she can’t
resist him. She never could. Even when every part of her screamed that he was a
liar.
He
has a plan to keep Aphrodite, for good this time. He wants to win the game, but
he’ll hold back to get what he wants. He’s sitting on a chance that he’s been
waiting thousands of years for, and he’ll do what he has to do to convince her
to stay forever.
The
only thing that could stop him is the secret that he’s been keeping from her
for eons. If she finds out, it will destroy everything.
Aphrodite
is getting crap for her choice in player, because from the outside, it looks
like a match that would never work.
Kat
and Dillon have been through a lot, and everything has been to protect their
younger siblings. They sacrificed everything to make sure their brother and
sister would be safe. The players are tough and loyal.
Fierce
and determined. But they become each other’s weakness, even though they fight
it, and even though it means danger for Kat and her sister.
If Aphrodite can get the players over their egos long enough to
see that they’re meant for each other, this competition will be a piece of
cake. One that she’ll eat a la mode, right in front of Ares, if she beats him.
Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic
designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a
waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom; she has three little girls
who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife; even
though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super,
duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word
starts with f, ends with k, and there a uc in there.
From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California,
Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north,
in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not
writing, she’s sleeping, cleaning, or designing graphics. But let’s be honest,
she’s mostly writing.
Author
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Excerpt...
Dillon parked in front of MacLennan’s and stepped out of the
car. He looked up at the green and gold pub sign with a small four-leaf clover
next to the name. They hadn’t been there in forever, since Brian liked to tour
Brooklyn’s Irish pub circuit, to “keep it fresh.” He walked up to the door with
his hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket, his grey hoodie hanging
out of the neck, and Owen walked behind him with his collar flipped against the
cold.
Dillon hated these after parties. He didn’t drink. Drinking
made him too unpredictable. On top of that, he was always wiped out after
fights. He’d much prefer to be home, but there was no way around it. The bigger
he got, the more people expected to see him after a fight.
Brain said that it was all about PR. If the people who bet on
him got to hang out with him, they’d be more likely to bet on him again. But the
attention was too much for Dillon. He was honored that so many people wanted to
wish him well, but the whole ordeal exhausted him.
He grabbed the brass handle to the pub door and gave Owen a
look before pulling it open. The sound of music and people hit him like a wave,
which surged once the crowd saw him and exploded into cheers. He smiled and ran
a hand through his hair. The crowd parted, and Brian stepped through to him,
grinning.
“Took you long enough. Come on, this way.” Brian turned, and
the crowd opened up to let him through. They called Dillon’s name, some slapped
him on the back. A few tried to hand him drinks, which he graciously turned
down, and followed Brian to the bar with Owen in his wake.
They reached the long bar, all mahogany and brass, and the
minute he sat down, a small pack of girls led by a bleached blond pushed their
way in next to him.
“Hey, Dillon. Congrats on the fight.” Her glossy lips turned
up in a smile, and she batted her mascara heavy lashes at him. She squeezed in
close and laid her hand on his forearm.
“Thanks, Jessica.” He slid his arm out from under her hand and
turned to Owen.
She poked out her lip for a split second, then pasted her
smile back on and tried again. She pressed her arm against his as she leaned
over the bar and shoved her breasts together. “So, you gonna buy a girl a
drink?”
Dillon’s gaze swept over her cleavage spilling out of her
low-cut shirt and he rolled his eyes. “You should ask Brian. He’s in charge of
rounds.”
Her lip popped out again, and her cheeks flushed. A brunette
next to her gave her a nudge and whispered something to her.
Jessica put on a seductive smile and slipped her hand down to
his thigh. “Come on, Dillon.” Her words were sugary sweet. “For old time’s
sake?”
Dillon looked her over again, his jaw set. “There weren’t ever
any ‘old times’.” He turned in his stool and jerked his chin at Brian. “Hey,
Bri. Jessica wants a drink. Can you help her out with that?”
Brian snickered. “Yeah, come on, Jess. The bartender’s down
here. What are you drinking?” He draped his arm over her shoulders and steered
her away. She looked back at Dillon, blowing him up with her eyes with her
cronies on her heel.
Owen laughed and shook his head. “God, she never quits.”
“If I had known she was crazy, I never would have hooked up
with her.”
“She’s not just crazy, she’s the queen of the asylum.” Owen
leaned over the bar. “Damn, what does it take to get a drink around here?” Owen
flagged his hand behind the bar.
A girl bent down behind the bar, hidden by a sheet of long,
black hair, and when she stood up and turned to face him, all the breath left
Dillon’s lungs.
His eyes met hers, intense and gray-green, lined with thick,
black lashes. He traced the bridge of her long nose, over the tiny freckles
sprinkled across it and onto her flushed apple cheeks. Her rosy lips were full
and parted, and his gaze lingered there before pulling back to her eyes,
snapping his to hers like magnets.
Owen’s face ping-ponged between the two, amused as they stared
at each other. The noise in the bar was almost deafening, but the two of them
were still and quiet, two unmoving points in an ocean of people.
Dillon shook himself, and she did the same. She turned to
Owen. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you ordered.”
Owen cocked a smile, his eyes on his brother as he answered,
“Uh, Guinness. Thanks.”
“And for you?” Her voice was smoke and fire, and she turned to
Dillon again, he swallowed hard.
“Just water,” he said, his eyes fixed on hers.
“Sure,” she said and turned to walk to the taps, looking back
over her shoulder at Dillon.
He watched her walk away, and Owen gave him a sly smile.
Dillon blinked a few times as his brow dropped. “What?”
“Nothing.” Owen smirked and turned back to the girl.
She came back a moment later and set their drinks down. Owen
pulled out his wallet, but she put her hands up. “This goes on Brian’s tab.”
Owen snorted. “Right, Brian’s
tab. Hey, what’s your name?”
She stood tall and confident, with her eyes on Dillon, and his
on hers. “I’m Kat.”
“Hi, Kat. I’m Owen, and this here,” he slapped Dillon on the
shoulder, “is Dillon, my big brother.”
“Yeah, I heard.” She cracked a smile, and Dillon’s heart beat
a little faster. “Brian’s been talking you up for the last hour.” Someone
shouted to her from the other end of the bar. “Nice to meet you,” she said
casually and turned to the mob.
Kat blinked a few times as she walked away. For a second, she
had been connected to him, his eyes holding her captive like a snake charmer,
and she couldn’t look away. Her brows knit together while she poured a drink,
trying to understand what happened. She glanced back over at him and found his
eyes on her. The bruise on his jaw was dark, and he had a small cut under his
eye. His lips were full and wide, and the bottom one was split. He looked at
her fiercely, and she flushed, dropping her eyes back to the drink in front of
her.
I love this series and book 2 is now my favorite! Thanks for sharing!
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