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.
About the
Author
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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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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