Artemis, goddess of the hunt, has lived with heartache for the last fifteen hundred years, believing her only love is dead. That’s what her father—Zeus, king of the gods—told her. After recent events brought the truth to light, Artemis must gather the courage to face her lost love again.
Evangelos, former god of messengers, was content living in the mortal world until he discovered he has a daughter and her mother is Artemis. When the goddess shows up at his place of employment with tales of renewing his god status, he’s skeptical. Zeus wouldn't reverse the curse out of the goodness of his heart. There is always a catch. The god king wants something in return.
When Artemis explains she has to hunt down her stepmother, Hera, in order to get Evan back into Zeus’s good graces, Evan demands to accompany her. However, the journey turns out to be a test that could bring them closer together or tear them apart forever.
Artemis crept through the
darkening forest, her bare feet barely making a sound as she hunted her prey.
The scent of damp earth and spring wildflowers filled the air. The thump, thump of her heartbeat and that of the deer hiding amongst the
foliage a few feet away were the only sounds.
The doe’s head rose above the
brush, her ears flickered as she carefully stepped forward. Artemis stilled,
slowly pulled an arrow from her quiver and drew her bow. Before she could fire,
the animal jerked her head toward Artemis, then took off in the opposite
Damn. So close.
A familiar, masculine scent
mixed with that of forest and earth met her nose. Annoyance bathed her, turning
to anger as she twisted sharply to face the intruder. Evangelos, minor god of
the messengers, stood a few feet away, his own bow at the ready. She snarled,
glancing from the bow to the smug look on his face.
“I thought Hermes taught
his sons better manners. Don’t you know it is dangerous to sneak up on me
during a hunt?”
One large, bare shoulder rose in
a lazy shrug as he stalked closer. She planted her feet in place, refusing to
show him any type of weakness—he would never know how her body heated when he
was near, something she hadn’t experienced with any other man.
She was a pure goddess,
untouched by the desires of the flesh, and she would stay that way. Not even
Evangelos could change who she was or her nature.
He stopped a foot away, the heat
from his virile body reaching out to her, coaxing her to come closer. “I want
you to teach me to hunt.”
Steeling her spine, she narrowed
her gaze at him. “You can already hunt.”
“Not like you. I want you to
show me your way.”
He took a step nearer. She
desperately wanted to move away, but giving up ground would be a sign of
weakness. “Does the reason matter?”
No, it didn't matter. She
couldn't care less why he wanted her to teach him. “What do you offer me in
return?” He had to know asking a boon of her meant she’d require some sort of
payment in exchange.
One corner of his mouth lifted,
drawing her attention to his full lips. What was wrong with her? She must be
ill. It was the only reasonable explanation for her reaction to him. When he
spoke, his tone softened, almost to a whisper. “I offer my services to you
during the time it takes you to teach me.”
Suspicion crawled up her spine.
He closed the distance between
them until only a breath separated them. “Anything you wish, my goddess.”
She was fully unprepared for
what happened next. When his soft lips brushed hers, every nerve in her body
lit up as if charged by lightning. For a moment she allowed his testing caress,
but when he wrapped an arm around her waist, she broke the kiss and slapped
him. The sound of the strike echoed off the trees as his head whipped to the
side, thunder to emphasize the storm he’d awakened with his touch.
that again and I’ll kill you,” she warned.