An amazing story! Definitely a keeper.
A must read. A good page turner.
A enjoyable read. An average book.
A book that has flaws and is hard to finish.
Terrible and couldn't finish it.
Conservator Maia Douglas is an expert on
ancient Greece
and its mythology. She would never tell anyone at the museum where she works,
but she's always had a secret crush on the mythical Eryx, Greek god of love.
There is nothing she loves more than to tend to her favorite statue of him, and
her nighttime dreams are filled with luscious images of Eryx making love to
her.
One day, the peace at Maia's beloved museum
is shattered when a new director arrives. A man who looks exactly like her
image of Eryx. As Maia watches, he manages to upset her ordered museum world,
at the same time he inflames her with unwanted desire.
Maia does not know that her new boss is
actually the god Eryx, disguised as a mortal so he may work in antiquities.
Although he is the god of love, he has forsaken his sexual nature because of a
curse that has killed any woman he's dared to love. Though he fights it, Eryx
is drawn to Maia with a force he's never experienced in a thousand years. But
can he convince her of his true identity? And can he protect her from a
vengeful goddess who seeks her destruction?
And without knowing quite how it happened,
she found herself being led across Yonge
Street to the Mad Irishman Pub. As they crossed
the busy road, Eric put his hand on the small of her back. For some reason, she
felt safe with his hand there. Warm and safe.
Maybe it was because the cars were just
peeling away from them. Even though they were jaywalking, all the cars came to
a halt before Eric. It was like Moses crossing the Red Sea.
Maia couldn’t count how many times she’d almost been hit in the past by
unfeeling downtown Toronto
drivers. Yet those same drivers couldn’t make enough space for Eric Lord.
It must be his shiny blond hair. His golden
highlights were a blinding beacon.
Dye job, she decided.
They got to the pub, and he led her to a
plush half-circular booth tucked in the back. As he let her pass him to get
into the booth, he placed his hand on her back again. Once again, a blazing
heat trailed from his fingers through her clothes and right into her pores.
What was it with this man? She’d known
menopausal women who didn’t feel so hot to the touch all the time.
She sat down and blew up her messy bangs
with a breath, feeling hot herself. She then watched the waitress drool all
over Eric as she handed them menus. Maia made a face, but plastered on a happy
grin when she saw him looking at her. They ordered. A Guinness for her and a
cranberry juice for him.
“Aren’t you going to have a real drink?”
she asked.
“I’m good,” he chuckled quietly. “I don’t
drink alcohol.”
Oh God, she thought. Was he an alcoholic?
Or a health nut? She wasn’t sure which scenario alarmed her more.
“So,” he continued. “Do you mind if I call
you by your first name?”
“Don’t like being so formal with your peons?”
He stared back at her, obviously holding
back a retort. His eyes flashed as if lit from behind. For the first time, she
noticed all the golden specks surrounding his dark pupils. They made his eyes
seem an even deeper green, like the forest after a storm. It was such an
arresting effect. She had to look away for a moment.
“I hope, going forward, you’ll call me
Eric,” he said in his deep voice. “Not asshole or moron.”
It was her turn to laugh. “Fine. Then you
can call me Maia.”
“Thank you, Maia,” he replied, almost in a
whisper.
Her vagina clenched. It actually seized.
Feeling tremendous unease, Maia looked away again. He hadn’t said anything
sexual or vulgar. He’d only said her name. Yet, for some reason, the way Eric
Lord said it made her feel as if he was touching her, caressing her most
intimate places. She adjusted the way she was sitting, and angled away from him
a little.
God help her, her panties were wet.
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5 comments:
Hi Danielle and Junkies!Thanks so much for this spotlight! I truly appreciate your kindness!
Awesome book--a 5 star read for me. My only wish now is I could find time to read Sweet Hell. And after S.H, then I need to read The Selkie!
I love Rosanna Leo--she is one of my favorite new authors.
Love this site too. It's so colourful!
Thank you Brenda!! I really treasure your words, and you know the feeling is mutual!! Hugs!
Great excerpt from a great book.
Thanks so much Daryl- I'm so thrilled you could stop by!
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