Title:
Finding Hope
Author: Krystal Shannan
Series: Pool of Souls (#2)
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Self
Published
Release Date: March 10
Edition/Formats Available In: E~Book
Number of Pages: 185
Blurb/Synopsis:
Warning: The plot thickens with a passel of pissed off
Olympians, but Ares and Aphrodite are in for a double dose of trouble! More
Olympians join the mix in Finding Hope: Pool of Souls Book 2. A jewel addict, a
kick-ass possibly-virgin huntress, and an insatiable ancient oracle are just a
few. But don’t worry; Ares and Aphrodite are still front and center.
Addison Connelly has given up on men. She is disappointed
yet again when her best friend tries to play matchmaker, and the match falls
flat…or does it? Her friend knows all Addison needs is a chance, a little hope,
and maybe a dropkick in the right direction. With an extra push from Aphrodite,
will this lonely soul learn to trust again? Or will she run from the only man
who could make her happy?
Adrian Colter, Nashville Police Detective and certifiable
bachelor, puts his foot in his mouth in a big way when his roommate’s fiancé
tries to match him up with her best friend. After making a horrible first
impression, can he earn the trust of a woman who won’t speak a civil word to
him?
Adrian
isn’t the only one trying to earn the trust of a beautiful woman. While Ares
fights to rebuild the trust he lost thousands of years ago with the Goddess of
Love, his parents do what they do best —show off their greed and selfishness.
Will he find the hope and forgiveness he so desperate seeks or will his parents
destroy his chance at happiness?
Krystal Shannan is a born, raised, and current TEXAN. She is
married to a wonderful man who supports her dream of writing and allows her to
spend many evening and weekend hours glued to her laptop. During the day she
moonlights as an elementary music teacher. In addition to a doting husband, a
young daughter is also part of the picture and keeps her hopping! An ornery
little Welsh Corgi completes the household.
Krystal has been writing stories since she could hold a
pencil. She has always dreamed of writing romance
and sharing the "movies
in her head" with the world. If she's not writing, she's reading
-historical, paranormal, action, adventure -anything she can get her hands on
that ends with a Happily Ever After!
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The hairs on
Aphrodite’s arms tingled. She could
sense his essence in her palace. It reached for hers. Besides Dionysus, Ares
was the only other Olympian with a pass through the wards to enter her palace
uninvited.
Sure enough, moments
later, Ares came strolling into her bedroom.
She turned from the window where she’d been staring out into the garden.
Since the strange feeling she’d gotten the other day, she had kept a very close
watch on the garden. Her wards were in place, but still she worried over them
as a mother worries over her children.
Ares slid his hands
down her shoulders, along her arms, and came to a stop on either hip. He pulled her against his hard, muscled
chest, his erection hot and throbbing against the small of her back.
Gods, she had missed
him. He had been off Olympus for almost
three weeks. Her body trembled in response, and white tendrils of her essence
crept outward to intertwine with his red.
“I have missed you,
Ditee.” His voice rumbled low in his chest.
Red tendrils of his
essence began weaving through hers, entwining around her body. It was like
wearing a full body vibrator –if one could imagine such a thing.
She twisted in his
grasp to face him and draped her arms around his neck. He bent down and took
her mouth. His tongue danced with hers. He tasted of sandalwood and spice. She
pulled away and looked up into his brown eyes. Flecks of red glowed brightly in
the irises. At the height of passion
they would change completely to a brilliant crimson, just as her blue eyes
would chance to an iridescent white. In that one moment, the moment of ecstasy,
a god was vulnerable and unguarded, their essence could blend, linking them
forever. But the risk was worth the pleasure of the reward. True ecstasy was
difficult to find as an immortal or human.
Thank you for hosting me today.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Krystal