Welcome to Reading It All's stop on the Cursing Athena Tour presented by Sizzling PR.
Title: Cursing Athena
Author: Lisa Sanchez
Synopsis: For Danika, the only
thing worse than going commando while wearing a fugly, silver bodysuit, was
dealing with her deadbeat, ex-husband James. Catcalls, unwanted groping and
lecherous stares weren’t really her cup of tea either, but she’d endure all of
it and more if her new job serving cocktails at Masquerade meant ridding
herself of his mountain of debt. It was just a job, after all, and what choice
did she have with James' creditors breathing down her neck? What she didn't
bargain for, however, was falling heels-over-head in lust with a
two-hundred-plus pound, shape-shifting immortal from Ancient Greece.
On a mission to take
down a parasitic demon, Ty doesn't have time for distraction. Not even when
that distraction could prove to be his possible lifemate in the form of sweet,
innocent, yet sexy-as-hell Danika. But when the leech he’s hunting goes after
the cocktail waitress, all bets are off. Unable to resist her siren call any
longer, Ty surrenders himself to Danika, body and soul, treating them both to a
night they'll never forget.
About the Author: Lisa Sanchez is a California cheer mom taxiing her way
through life, one car ride at a time.
Along with chauffer, she sports several job titles, including, but not
limited to: author, chef, seamstress,
videographer, nurse, enforcer, and general slave to her three daughters.
The first two books in her Hanaford Park series (Eve Of
Samhain, Pleasures Untold) are published with Omnific Publishing. The third
book, Faythe Reclaimed, is currently on submission. Her erotic suspense,
Obsessed was published March 29th 2011 with Loose Id.
Excerpt:
Bloody, dismembered bodies never got easier to look at. No
matter how many millennia you roamed the earth. Ty stood from the cluster of
torn limbs and viscera, disgust coating his stomach. Glass, splintered wood,
and torn, blood-soaked paper littered the hardwood floor, every inch of the
taupe walls in the small upscale apartment spattered with gore.
“It happened maybe an hour ago. Two at most.” Athena stood
from where she knelt, her long, jet-black hair cascading across her black
leather jacket like a shiny curtain. “The scorch mark is still fresh.”
Ty stared at the large circular burn mark on the floor and
gnashed his teeth. He’d seen enough inter-dimensional landing pads to last him a lifetime—a thousand lifetimes. It was always
the same: some hopped up demon, drunk on his own power, would decide he was the
exception to the rule and cross over into the mortal realm, usually through a
crack between dimensions.
Ty glanced over his shoulder toward the pile of female parts
littering the sofa and floor. The underworld visitor had hit pay dirt, landing
in the middle of what looked like some sort of book club gathering. Red wine mixed
with blood seeped into the oriental throw rug; some type of uptight, crudités
appetizer peppered the carpet along with a few well-manicured fingers.
“Great Zeus above…” Ty shook his head. It had been a
bloodbath. The poor women never stood a chance.
Demons weren’t permitted out of Tartarus, and for good
reason. Hungry for both flesh and innocent souls, they treated the human
population like an all-you-can-eat buffet.
This, of course, was where he came in. Leader of The Order
of Seven, and a favorite of Athena despite his outward hatred of her, he’d been
summoned to the grisly scene just moments before.
Plucked from the bowels of Hades by the goddess herself, Ty
and each of his six warrior brothers had been saddled not only with the lovely
gift of immortality, but with an inner beast, a fierce mythological creature
that would lie dormant within until it came time to battle. Ty’s beast, a
Nemean lion, was especially vicious. Three times the size of a normal lion, it
sported an enormous jaw that could pulverize steel and claws that could cut
through the thickest armor. Even more astonishing was its fur. A deep burnished
gold, smooth and thick, it was impervious to mortal weapons, making it
virtually indestructible. Unearthly handsome in his mortal form, and blessed
with the strength of a thousand men, he was the perfect warrior—cunning,
lethal.
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