it Up for the Gods
too stupid to live? Not all of them of course. Saturn’s not bad, and his close-lipped
friend, Jase, is a stunner.
I’m Lindy Lou Majors, Country and Western singer and siren extraordinaire. You know
us sirens are the sexiest females on the planet, so I won’t bore you with that.
We have a bit of a history with self-seeking gods of course.
and then Neptune demanded an annual virgin sacrifice.
I mean, some gods like yucky dead stuff and have animals sacrificed in their name.
Artimis, the Goddess of the Hunt, always wanted game killed in her honor. Me, I’d
hear the game birds sing, not have their innards spread out all over the place.
Gods. Like to like I suppose, but they didn’t think of it like that. They even poured
water on the pigs head until it bowed, then they claimed it had nodded and agreed
to the sacrifice. Those poor pigs hadn’t a clue what they were in for.
his killer spread his entrails–especially his liver–out to see if the Gods accepted
the sacrifice. It gets pretty hot in Greece, so I bet they made a quick decision.
Just imagine the stench of rotting liver, beside people were usually hungry. They
couldn’t wait to dig in to the post sacrifice feast.
sirens have this problem with Neptune. A few centuries
back, he got hit with a curse, and that wicked sorceress, Circe, saved him. Now
he’s the Greek-god version of the green man. He needs an annual sacrifice to renew
his youth. He doesn’t want meat. He wants virgin blood, and his sacrifice of choice
is a siren.
henchmen strip his victims then tether them–legs and arms wide open–across his
altar. I mean a little light bondage can be good, but Neptune
takes things too far.
see which unfortunate virgin he’ll screw that summer. That’s another reason why
sirens spread themselves around. Anything’s better than letting Neptune screw them. No way am I letting that stinky old man
touch me. I mean, would you?
of giving up to her one perfect man. I really wanted to find my soul mate. Then
Neptune abandoned the ballot this year and named
me for his sacrifice. I’m the clock now. I’ve got forty-eight hours to give it up,
or Neptune will take me by force. Suddenly, I’ve
got a great deal of sympathy for all those ancient Greek pigs and game birds.
innocent animals, and stupid me keeping my legs crossed too long, you’d think we’d
cornered the all the stupid stuff. Only Neptune
wins the really big stupid prize. When he named me, he’s changed the ritual, and
that changes Circes spell. Apparently, if I’m still a virgin on midsummer’s day,
whoever screws me first gets a hit of supernatural powers. Not that it matters,
because I’m going to give it up before then.
About the Book
plummeted from the heights of Olympus to the depths
of the Underworld. After centuries of pain and torment, he finally clawed his way
free. He’ll never forgive the gods who condemned him, or the sirens for their part
in his downfall.
is a siren.
she dreams of loving one man forever. She won’t give her heart–or her virginity–to
a short lived mortal she might accidentally break in bed. When Neptune demands her as his sacrifice, she’s determined to
give her virginity to anybody except him.
clock’s ticking. Lindy has forty-eight hours to seduce the siren-hating Jase and
win his heart. That or Neptune will find her and
take her against her will.