The warrior god
Anger management isn’t so bad when your shrink is gorgeous. It’s less great when you turn up to find him dead on the floor, and an armored giant dressed like a freaking ancient warrior standing over his body though.
Ares, the God of War, has lost his power and the only way for him to get it back? Me. Apparently, I’m a goddess. One with the power of war. I mean, it does explain a lot.
To my relief, Joshua, my shrink and only friend, isn’t really dead. He’s been kidnapped and taken to Olympus—the world where I’m supposed to belong. I vow to do whatever it takes to find him. But Ares has other plans for me. He wants my power, and the easiest way for him to get it is to kill me.
When Hades suggests a compromise, I’m forced to work side-by-side with a giant, murderous warrior god. One with far too many secrets. Ares might be the brute everyone thinks he is, but I’m no angel. He awakens a power within me that I’ve failed to control my whole life.
And I soon discover that Joshua isn’t the only one that needs saving.
The savage god
In order to save my only friend’s life, I am being forced to complete three Trials set by the Lords of War; Pain, Panic and Terror. And I have to work with the most arrogant, stubborn, untrustworthy jerk in Olympus to do so. Ares not only won’t teach me how to use my powers, he also keeps trying to steal them. And he's crossed a line that should be unforigvable.
Something connects me to the brutish God of War though. Something more real than I’ve ever experienced in my life. There’s more to him than he shows the world, and the more I fight alongside him, the deeper into his soul I can see. Which makes the betryal so much worse.
He and my sphinx-shifter cat know more about who I am and where I came from than they’re telling me. And in order to stay in the world of Olympus, a place where anything is possible and I’m no longer an outcast, I need to be able to use my magic.
For all my determination to save Joshua and learn to use my powers, an equal part of me needs to understand Ares. It's a part of me I simply can't seem to switch off. I need to know why I hear the drums of war when I look into his eyes, and why flames dance in his irises and my body utterly betrays me when he’s near. And even more, I need to know if he feels the same.