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Prometheion: I'm Dating Hermes!

Prometheion: I'm Dating Hermes!

He tipped his baseball cap. The stranger's grin revealed bits of crumbs. "And you are...?" I noticed the checkered scarf around his neck. "Hermes." "The brand?" "The man." He sent dancing fingers through the air in a snazzy salute. "G'morning, sweetheart. Loved the sandwich." "Apparently," I mumbled. "So, how did you get in? The doors are locked, and I didn't hear any breaking glass." I looked him up and down. "Get lost on the way to a toga party?" Maybe he was a crazy frat bro. "My life's a party - I bring it with me, or steal Dionysus' thunder." He sipped from a chipped coffee mug, then ah'ed appreciatively. "By Jove's hairy derriere, what a drink. Wine pales in comparison. To the gods of old, and young days long since gone." He wandered into my dining room. "We don't love them til they're gone." My eyes convulsed. "Sorry, but who did you say you were?" I looked at his hands. They were tapered like the fingers of an artist who smuggled on the side. His eyes bespoke whimsy. Looking at this stranger was, in fact, like taking the first, dangerous bite of a melty grilled cheese. "Hermes: the man, not the scarf," ___ My George Foreman grilled cheese was so unholily good, it summoned the Greek God Hermes! Now, I'm on an epic quest to save my father Prometheus from the clutches of Zeus, and restore Hestia's temple flame to Olympus with the fabled Prometheion flower my beloved father Prometheus spent his life hiding. But with the Titans plotting, Cronus rising, and Zeus as dastardly and cunning as ever, all enemies to Hermes and I, can the sexy Messenger God and I make it through, or will I become the ultimate Human Sacrifice?
Dove's Cry The Series

Dove's Cry The Series

Through The Silence: A girl who got kidnapped from birth and was raised in a basement and had never left. She was taken to be forced to marry the gang leaders son, he is meant to become the next gang leader. But he doesn't want to be a gang leader and plans to take the girl and run away from it all and make a real relationship with her. But there's obstacles that get in their way and she is forced to make hard decisions and take initiative even if it could cost her, her life. Will you take on the journey with the girl who is now just learning about the beautiful and the disasters of the world? Out Of The Darkness: Chloe and Colby finally got away from his abusive gang leader father in two towns over, now Colby's in the hospital with the help of a stranger, but once the stranger leaves she's all alone in a cruel foreign world. Survival becomes more of a priority then before and now she's full of rage and full of revenge, not only against Lucey, but against Colby's father as well. What happens if Colby finds out she is in the same predicament that he risked his life to get away from? Will he wake up at all? Will she succeed in getting revenge and who will help her get it? Breaking The Cage: Colby makes a move on his decision between his family or Chloe and her friends, Jason seems to be quite close to Chloe and he has his suspicions. Chloe wants out of the gang she has made, but how does she back out of a war after it had already begun? Both Chloe and Colby had been fighting for their lives together but what happens when all their plans derail from the war that had been started? Hayley fighting to stay relevant now that Colby is back, and Jasper is making the biggest sacrifice, does he go undercover to unravel the secrets of their family, or does he lie to Colby, and stay true to Alistair to be the families gem, to get what he always wanted, and become Golden knives next leader?
His Secret Child, My Shattered Dreams

His Secret Child, My Shattered Dreams

The hiss of my espresso machine was a familiar comfort, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. For five years, my marriage to Ethan, a renowned OB/GYN, was built on a promise: no kids, just us. My childhood trauma, the sterile scent of a hospital from losing my sister in childbirth, etched a deep fear in my soul. But I loved Ethan, enough to face my deepest fear. I secretly stopped my birth control, and this morning, two pink lines screamed hope. I bought tiny white sneakers, drove to his clinic, my heart pounding with dreams of his joy. Then I saw him through the window. His hand wasn' t on a chart, but on Chloe Davis, a pregnant intern' s, swollen belly. His head was bent low, his expression tenderness I' d only dreamed of. And on her wrist, a silver key charm-the matching half to my anniversary locket. The gift box slipped, the sneakers tumbling onto the dirty concrete. He came home later, all smiles for his "rough pregnancy" patient. "Who is she, Ethan?" I asked, my voice flat. He fed me a practiced lie, but I'd seen him. I'd seen the key. He confessed it had been going on for a year, a year of endless lies. The conferences, the late nights, all of it a sickening charade. "My parents... the pressure for a grandchild," he stammered, painting me as the villain. His words were a physical blow, turning my pain into pure fury. That night, my world crumbled further as his parents, Richard and Eleanor Hayes, swept into my home. "To think you would suggest terminating our grandchild," Eleanor sneered, revealing their cruel plot: they had orchestrated Chloe and Ethan' s affair to secure a grandchild. Then, she tagged me in an Instagram post-a beaming Chloe, a sonogram, Ethan' s arm around her. "Welcoming our grandson, Arthur Hayes," the caption read, stealing the name I' d whispered to Ethan in a moment of shared dreams. Chloe burst in, screaming accusations of my trying to ruin her life, then feigned a dramatic fall at my feet. Ethan kneeled, cradling her, then looked up at me, his face contorted in rage. "You're insane? You're trying to kill my child!" he screamed. The sharp, twisting pain in my abdomen returned, more intense than ever. A warm, wet sensation spread, staining my pants. Blood. My baby. Our baby. The one I had dared to hope for. They were all focused on Chloe, the fake victim. No one saw me, clutching my stomach, as my life' s greatest hope bled out onto the floor. I was completely, utterly alone in my loss.
The Substitute Bride of the Scarred Billionaire Heir

The Substitute Bride of the Scarred Billionaire Heir

I woke up naked in a stranger’s bed aboard the Seraphina, a luxury yacht drifting across the Atlantic. My head was splitting. My dress was torn on the floor. Bruises bloomed across my skin like proof of a crime I couldn’t remember committing. Before I could even scream, the cabin door burst open. My father stood there with my boyfriend behind him, leading a swarm of reporters with flashing cameras. “I have no such daughter. From this day forward, Alaina Romero has nothing to do with the Snyder family.” My father disowned me in front of the world. My boyfriend looked at me like I was filth and ended everything without asking a single question. I had been drugged, framed, and destroyed in one night. When I tried to throw myself into the Atlantic, my stepmother stopped me. Not because she cared. She needed me alive long enough to take her precious daughter’s place in an arranged marriage. If I refused, she would cut off my dying mother’s life support. That was how I became the bride of Dereck Carlisle, the billionaire heir everyone whispered about but no one dared to face. They said he was disfigured. Violent. Half-mad. A monster locked away inside his family’s grand estate. He hated me before we even met. His family treated me like a stain on their name. The servants mocked me. His relatives tried to humiliate me. Someone even tried to scald me with boiling tea. I had lost my family, my reputation, my education, and my future. They thought I would break. But then I saw the monster no one else saw clearly. Dereck Carlisle, shaking in the dark, trapped inside the agony of severe PTSD. I didn’t run. I threw him the handmade herbal sachet my mother taught me to make, and for the first time in years, his demons went quiet. They locked me in a cage and called me a pawn. Fine. I would survive their cage. Then I would make every last one of them regret underestimating me.