Aphrodite despises Aries and when Zeus proposes a contest, the prize being expulsion of her enemy from Olympus, Aphrodite cannot resist. The catch: should Aries prevail it is Aphrodite who must leave her home. Risks aside, she cannot refuse the possibility of a future without her former lover. The challenge: two mortals must fall in love. It is simple. However, the players could not be more ill-suited. Poetry, a free spirited artist and Adrian, a defense attorney would not normally choose one another. But when gods interfere anything is possible.
MY REVIEW
Holy cow.... this book...
This book begins with a challenge between two gods. Aries and Aphrodite have been together for a very long time, and they both loathe each other. She realizes that what she used to love about him... she now hates about him. What's worse... she gave up her husband to be with him.
The challenge seems simple to Aphrodite, Goddess of Love. Make two mortals fall in love, and Aries has to do everything he can to stop them. Because she knows her lover very well, she knows he will stop at nothing to defeat her; she just doesn't understand the depths of what he will do to gain power.
Poetry is a free-spirit. She works part-time at Denny's with her best friend and roommate Jenny, and also makes jewelery for a man named Hugh. He took her under his wing and taught her everything she needed to know about iron working. She respected him, and saw him as a father figure.
When she meets Adrian on a night out with Jenny, she doesn't like him at first. The feeling seems to be mutual, which doesn't bother her any. When her abusive ex boyfriend shows up at her work, she's surprised when Adrian comes to her rescue. What she isn't prepared for is what happens after that night. Her ex destroys her apartment, causing a slight rift between her and Jenny. In her desperation, she turns to Hugh for help.
At first I didn't like Adrian, but he proved he was worthy of Poetry real quick!! She is not the type of girl he finds attractive, but when he sees her ex being a little too pushy with her, his protective instincts kick in.
When people start rioting in the streets over a notorious court case, Adrian and Poetry find themselves in the middle of it, wondering what is happening to people. What they don't know is Aries has plans and the person he's recruited to do his bidding is not someone you can mess with.
I really loved this book! There was so much action going on!! I felt for Aphrodite, because all she wanted for so long was peace. She knew she couldn't find that with Aries.
I always envy people like Poetry... free-spirits who don't live by anyone's rules. She was a very good artist with so much love in her heart. When the time came, Adrian was there to fight for her.
She pounced on his back before he could escape.
“I’ll kill you,” Strings of spittle flew from Strife’s mouth. “I’m going to snap your neck.”
Hermes struggled beneath her weight. She gripped his hair with one hand and groped his jaw with the other, but he wriggled free and tossed her before springing to his feet.
“Nice try. But you’ll have to do better.” He hurled a computer monitor from the desk.
She scuttled to one side and the equipment slammed into the wall. Glass and plastic showered Strife. She ducked and shielded her face.
The rumblings of wood rolling against tile alerted Strife and she stood in time to avoid decapitation. Hermes pinned her with the oak desk, grinding it into her hips with bone-crushing intent. Hot agony raced up Strife’s spine and Hermes increased the pressure, grunting with the effort like a wild beast.
She struggled, both hands prying at the solid edge in vain. Her thumb brushed her purse, and Strife wriggled her fingers inside, searching for anything that might assist her. They closed over a vial. She popped the top and dashed the contents in Hermes’s eyes.
Talcum clouded the air, instantly filling the small space with delicate sweetness, blinding them both. The painful tension ceased. Hermes bellowed in anguish. Strife collapsed to the floor, retching with the soapy taste of perfume in her mouth. From the corner of her watering vision, Strife saw Hermes lurch toward the entrance. You will not get away this time. She gave chase, determined to finish him.
But he’d almost made it to the door. She had to do something. Hermes made a critical error in judgment, shuffling left of the exit. Strife once again leapt on the service counter.
A cooler filled with lilies and orchids sat to her right. With all her inhuman strength, she peeled it from the wall. A metallic groan filled the room as the gargantuan refrigerator sailed through the air.
Hermes’s failed attempt to catch it bore him to the ground with a sloppy crash peppered with a chorus of breaking glass and singing shelves.
Yellow, orange, and purple petals fluttered throughout the store like confetti. Floral scents combined with baby powder made the room reek like women’s deodorant.
The abrupt quiet brought serenity to chaos. The only sound: the panting of a dying man.
She must hurry. The noise would bring curious humans, and she couldn’t be caught. Not with her objective so close at hand. She eased to the floor, her sandals transforming glass to powder. “That was too easy,” She strutted over to stare at Hermes’s ruined face. Shards embedded various pockets of flesh, including his left eye. “I expected better from a demi-god.”
Hermes glared contemptuously through milky tears, trying in vain to spit blood at Strife. His thoughts dimmed.
“Yes, it’s too bad,” she said, “but if it is any consolation...” She extended her hands to the multicolored carnage. “This is the prettiest death I’ve ever seen.”
Donna Milward lives in Edmonton, Alberta in a tiny house with a huge yard. She’s been writing all her life, but decided to put writing on hold to get ‘a real job’ as a meatcutter and build a future with her beloved troll, Dan and her cat Freya. Twelve years later, an invitation to a Romance Writer’s Conference in Washington D.C. led not only to new friends and new knowledge, but to the inspiration to write again. Thoeba was completed the following year. Donna likes to mix her fascination with reincarnation and all things paranormal with her love of mythology in her work, and has even written her own myth ‘The Sacred Truth” (on earthtothoeba.blogspot.com) as the lore behind Thoeba and future novels to come. Donna enjoys fishing, gardening and canning. Despite these hobbies, she much prefers city life.
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This is my favorite review of my book. You completely got it! You knew exactly what I was going for and you got all the details right. Thank you sooooo much <3
That makes me so happy! I loved it!! That excerpt... in the book I almost cried. It was so sad!!! I was literally like... oh God... NO!!!!!
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