Snake In The Grass (Good Gods #2)
Staci Hart
Release Date: July 30th
Publised by: Promise Socks Publishing
Genre: 18+ Contemporary
Romance, Paranormal Romance
Book Description
*18+*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.
Ares 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.
Kat and Dillon have been through a lot, and everything has been to protect their younger siblings. They have sacrificed everything to make sure their brother and sister are 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 and issues long enough to see that they’re meant for each other, the competition will be a piece of cake. One that she’ll eat a la mode, right in front of Ares, if she beats him.
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Deer
in Headlights (Good Gods #1)
Author:
Staci Hart
Release
Date: 2/13/2013
Genre:
Contemporary
Romance / Paranormal romance
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Synopsis:
DIH
is a light, fun read that will keep you laughing, tug at your
heartstrings, and maybe make you change your panties. It’s steamy
and sweary, a lighthearted romance with a Greek mythology twist.
What
do the Greek gods do when they’re bored? Because they’re always
bored, so humans are the perfect players in their games.
Aphrodite
owns love; she hasn’t lost a competition on her turf in over three
millennia. Apollo is on a mission to win. He’s counting on it to
finally get the one woman he’s never been able to have. The two
gods will choose their human players, and if Aphrodite can’t get
them together before the clock runs out, Apollo will get his way. And
Aphrodite couldn’t have that.
Lex
and Dean are perfect for each other, they just don’t know it yet.
Dean is a perpetual bachelor, and a brooding, beautiful rock star.
Lex is always with a man, but she’ll never fully give herself up.
Aphrodite has her work cut out for her, but if she can’t make it
work, no one can.
The
gods have their own drama. Apollo killed Aprhodite’s mortal love –
they’ve got beef that’s been dragging on for thousands of years.
Ares, the douchebag, is forever trying to pick a fight, and trying to
get Aphrodite into bed. And Persephone, Aphrodite’s best friend, is
the one person who Aphrodite shares everything with.
Follow
the gods as they fight, laugh, cry, lose love, gain power, and make a
mess with humans.
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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.
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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.
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