I had the pleasure of also meeting my next guest at the Coastal
Magic Convention this past February. I had a great time getting to talk to her
and I got to hear all about her new Sons of War series which she’s sharing here
today. So please help me welcome Lia Davis.
Happy birthday, Emily! Thanks so much for having me over to
celebrate with you. I'm not a huge birthday person. I share my birthday with my
hubby and I'm happy that he too isn't into big celebrations. We go to dinner,
sometimes a movie, and just enjoy being with each other.It's a prefect,
relaxing evening with the love of my life. Do any of you have birthday
traditions?
War’s Passion, Sons of
War book 1
Published by: Fated Desires Publishing
After losing her parents in a
brutal attack from a monster straight out of her nightmares, Gwendolyn Preston
tries to pick up the shattered pieces of her life. Along with her best friend,
she moves to a small fishing village on the coast of Maine to find a new life
away from the nightmares that haunt her. Just when she believes her life could
go back to normal, the deliciously dark and handsome Markus Sullivan disrupts
her hopes to grieve in peace.
Markus
drew the short straw when it came to being the liaison between his father,
Ares—God of War—and his brothers. When he discovers that the earth bound
demi-gods, known as the descendants, have banded together to start another
rebellion against the gods, it becomes his number one priority to stop them.
That is until he meets Gwen,
the granddaughter of Aphrodite, and the next target of the descendants. Together,
their path is rife with passion and danger. It might take more than the son of
War to win this battle…Gwen herself.
Find it
in paperback at Amazon
Markus
closed his eyes as he stroked his fingers over the keys of the baby grand piano
in the great room. The music flowed and filled the air around him, and twined
in his soul. He loved the peace it offered. Each note calmed his inner beast in
a way nothing else did.
A
shift of energy made him opened his eyes. Releasing a low annoyed groan, he
stared into Aphrodite’s sky blue gaze. She wore a white pants suit and her
blond hair hung in thick waves around her shoulders. He stopped playing and
slammed the cover over the keys.
The
goddess straightened from where she leaned over the side of the piano and
folded her arms. “Why did you stop? You know I love to hear you play.”
Standing,
he gave her his back and peered out the French doors leading to the gardens in
the backyard. “What do you want, Aphrodite?”
Glancing
over his shoulder, he saw her roll her eyes, sit down on the bench, and cross
her legs. With a little sigh, she opened the cover over the keys and smiled at
him. “Nothing,” she sing-songed. “I’d thought I would stop by and visit with
one of my favorite dragons.”
Markus
snorted—the goddess never just stopped by. She always had a purpose for her
visits. It usually meant he would have to be involved in something dangerous,
annoying, or odd. “Have you seen War?”
One
slender shoulder raised in a shrug and she pressed the C key. “No. I think he’s
avoiding me.”
“That
makes two of us.” Markus studied her for several moments. She seemed
preoccupied. Usually she hovered close to him or his brothers when she wanted
something and annoyed them in a motherly way in her effort to bend them to her
will. Yet, tonight she just ran a finger back and forth over the keys, not
making a sound. “What’s wrong?”
Not
looking at him, she sighed. “Gwendolyn needs your help.”
Dread
hit him in the gut, then crept its way up his spine. If Aphrodite was asking
him for help, it couldn’t be good. Usually the gods didn’t give three shits
about the demi-gods. “Why me?”
A
sad smile formed on her face as she held his gaze. “Because I can’t get
involved any more than I already am. Her life is in danger. Besides, she’s the
last of my mortal children.”
Blowing
out a breath, he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what I can do.”
That was a lie. No matter how much he told himself that, he knew what he had to
do. Garrick couldn’t be allowed to unlock any more descendants’ powers. The
balance of the worlds was shifting.
Aphrodite
stood and narrowed her gaze. “Yes, you do. Protect her. Keep Garrick from
capturing her.” Then she dematerialized and ended the argument. Playing
bodyguard—especially to the goddess of love’s granddaughter—was the last thing
he wanted.
About the Author:
Lia
Davis is a mother to two young adults and two very special kitties, a wife to
her soul mate, a paranormal romance author, and co-owner to Fated Desires Publishing,
LLC. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very
humid summers. But it’s her home and she loves it!
An
accounting major, Lia has always been a dreamer with a very active imagination.
The wheels in her head never stop. She ventured into the world of writing and
publishing in 2008 and loves it more than she imagined. Writing is stress
reliever that allows her to go off in her corner of the house and enter into
another world that she created, leaving real life where it belongs.
Her
favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing,
chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties.
Author
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I tend to like a low key birthday too. I like to make something special for dinner and then watch Sixteen Candles! This has been my tradition for the past 4 years!
ReplyDeleteVery interesting excerpt! I love Greek/Roman mythology, so I will definitely have too look into your War's Passion!
I like to pick a birthday cake and bake it, then have a family party!
ReplyDeleteTrix, vitajex(at)Aol(dot)com
Sounds like how we celebrate birthdays in our household, dinner and a birthday cake, very low key here too.
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My hubby has had the tradition since we got married of making me dinner and getting my favorite ice cream cake. Love it.
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