In a world where Greek gods and mortals collide, a forbidden romance ignites amidst a battle for the fate of our world… and the Underworld.
Caged by the manifestation of his dark power over fire, Ares, second son of Hades and Persephone, lives a cold existence driven by duty and the desire to return home to the Underworld…Until a battle with a daemon sees a beautiful woman caught in the crossfire—a mortal who rouses a fierce need to protect her… even at the cost of losing his power to the daemon thief.
Stripped of his power, able to touch without consequence, Ares faces a new war against his undeniable attraction to the woman who feels like a gift from the Fates and shatters the ice around his heart to awaken the true fire within him—a soul-stirring passion both dangerous and seductive.
Megan has wandered far from home, driven from everyone she loves by the devastating realisation that she is different to them all. Unsure who to trust in the world, she keeps to herself, until a fateful stormy night brings a temptingly handsome warrior crashing into her life and into her heart—a warrior who seems to hold powers more frightening and marvellous than her own.
When the dark enemy bent on destroying our world makes their move, and Ares and Megan's love is put to the test, will they be strong enough to survive and claim the forever after they both desire?
Will this son of Hades and Persephone sacrifice his power for the mortal who sets his heart ablaze? Click the BUY NOW button and find out today!
Packed with heart-pounding action, sizzling romance, and a captivating blend of mythology and fantasy, Ares will leave you breathless and begging for more. Immerse yourself in a world where love defies boundaries and power knows no limits. Dare to unleash the fire within and discover a love that transcends the realms of possibility.
This book has it all; fire, mythology, an alpha male, action, mystery, magic, emotion. It reinforced, yet again, why Felicity is one of my favorite authors, and I know that any book of hers will be nothing short of intriguing and intense.
The stage is set for the rest of the series, and I'm beyond eager to see how it progresses with each brother, and to get more "pieces of the puzzle" to solve what is going to happen to the Underworld.
This turns into sort of a "fated mates" story, and the love between Ares and Megan is perfect. I loved both of them, and I was so happy with the ending!
I can't wait to get started on Valen's book next!!!!
Was it wrong that she wanted him? She had never believed in love at first sight. Lust at first sight, yes, but love? No. She was definitely suffering lust at first sight for him. Her stomach growled. It wasn’t just lust pains that she was feeling. Hunger was rapidly becoming an issue too. It was dark out, which meant she hadn’t eaten in over twenty-four hours. If she went much longer without food, she would get sick. “Um,” she said and he stopped on the other side of the coffee table. “Do you have anything to eat?” He regarded her with a heated gaze, raking it over her, as though he was considering putting her on his menu, and she tried to stifle the rush of fire that blazed through her blood. She hoped to God he didn’t share his scarred brother’s ability to smell arousal. “Not likely.” His lush baritone quickened the spread of the wildfire in her veins. He waved towards the kitchen area. “You’re welcome to look. Just don’t hold your breath while you’re at it.” Megan stood and walked over to the kitchen, every inch of her aware of his gaze on her. She burned wherever his eyes lingered and barely resisted her desire to stop and look back at him. She reached the black breakfast bar and stopped when the cleanliness of the kitchen hit her. It was immaculate, from the polished granite counter and oak cupboards, to the spotless stainless steel hob and oven. There was no way this man cooked in it. It was far too clean to be a bachelor’s kitchen and the stove honestly looked brand new and untouched. Plus, he had a good collection of pizza cartons stacked on one end of the breakfast bar. They had been scattered around his apartment when she had fallen asleep. She smiled to herself. Had he tidied on seeing her in his apartment? Her stomach rumbled again and she tried to drag her eyes away from the stack of pizza boxes. She hoped they were all empty. If they weren’t, she might be tempted to ask how old the contents were and whether they would kill her if she dared to eat them. She forced herself to turn away from the potential case of food poisoning and faced him where he stood in the middle of the living area, his gaze still locked intently on her. “I take it you do eat... judging by the array of cartons you had strewn around the apartment last night?” His eyes narrowed on her and then the boxes and he didn’t seem pleased that she had called him out on his tidying to impress her but he didn’t deny it. He huffed and raked long fingers through his tawny overlong hair, causing the muscles of his torso to shift deliciously and distract her. If only she could feast on that bounty. She would never go hungry. “Of course I eat.” She leaned her back against the breakfast bar and shook her dirty thoughts away. “If you’re going to keep me here, you could at least feed me.” No response. She had wanted to test a theory and he had just proven it true. He had no intention of letting her leave. Her calm melted away, anger rising to obliterate it. She had healed him just as Daimon had asked. She had no problem with remaining here out of choice, but she was damned if she was going to stay here against her will. She pushed away from the kitchen, striding a few steps towards him, and he turned away and headed for the bedroom. Avoiding her now? Her patience snapped. She stormed into the open space that ran between the front door and his bedroom, stopping directly in line with him. “I’m sure there’s a law against holding people captive. Oh... wait... there is. It’s called kidnapping!” He turned on her again, a quizzical twist to his expression. “You’re not a captive.” Megan perked up. That changed everything. “I can leave?” He absently waved a hand towards the door behind her and it opened. Faced with the chance to gain her freedom, she bolted for it, not stopping to marvel at the fact he could open a door with a simple gesture. She just wanted to reach the other side of the door and see for herself that she was able to come and go as she pleased, and then she would decide what to do next. Go home or stay here? She wasn’t sure which side her heart would choose. The door slammed before she could reach it. She turned on her heel, anger rising to push the fear she knew she should feel to the back of her mind. “Tormenting me now?” She glared at him and his eyebrows rose, confusion crossing his handsome face again. “Just where do you get off?” He shrugged his broad shoulders and she resisted her need to look at them. If she did, she would probably just go along with his plan to keep her trapped here, close to him. That was a bad thing. Her heart reasoned that it didn’t sound so bad. He had vowed to protect her and he was gorgeous, and she was attracted to him, and he could definitely answer the questions multiplying in her head. “I changed my mind.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair again and she almost fell for the distraction, tempted to catch another glimpse of his muscles shifting. “Keras is probably right. It’s better to drop you off tonight and make sure you get home without a hitch.” That should have sounded perfectly reasonable to her. He intended to take her home and ensure her safety, a very sweet and gentlemanly thing to do. What she heard was not only Daimon thought he could boss her around, but he did too, and so did another of his brothers. No one in this world was going to dictate what she did or didn’t do. She loosed a frustrated growl, turned and pulled on the door handle with all of her strength, rattling and twisting it. The door didn’t budge. “Let me go!” She yanked it up and down, pushed and pulled, ground her teeth and growled again, but it still didn’t give. “I swear... you let me go right now or I’ll—” “What?” Unfazed. Challenging. She turned and found him standing opposite her, near the bedroom, his arms folded across his chest. Megan ran straight at him, drew her arm back and swung a slap at him as hard as she could. He casually leaned back and evaded her strike, and she followed through with the force of it, lost balance and fell into him, her shoulder barrelling into his chest. He must have been off balance from leaning back to avoid her blow because she took him down with her, landing on top of him. The back of his head smacked off the oak floorboards so violently even she flinched from the sound. His eyes closed, his body lurched against hers, hot and hard, and he grabbed the sides of his head. Dark words rolled off his tongue, sounding like the same language he had spoken last night. The same fierce pain speared her ears and she covered them, trying to block out the words. A peal of thunder rocked the sky. The apartment lights flicked off and then buzzed back into life. Eyes wide, Megan stared down into his dark ones as they slowly opened. The flecks of gold and red in them glowed like embers wrapped in shadows. She lowered her hands away from her ears and pressed them against his broad, solid chest. “That’s some curse,” she squeaked, not quite brave enough to speak at normal volume. Her hands shook and she told herself that the thunder in time with the black words that had left his mouth had just been a freaky coincidence. Not that she believed in such things. But it was the only explanation she wanted to entertain. She smiled sheepishly. “Russian?” He fixed her with a dark vicious glare, grasped her shoulders and pushed them as though intending to remove her. Or toss her across the room. |
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times, USA Today and international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons!
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