Air Attack

Title: Air Attack
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Release Date: November 7, 2017
Pages: 289
ISBN13: 978-1946621078
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The last time the Elementals were defeated in a Challenge, the result was World War II—a price humans paid in rivers of blood. Griffin is determined not to let that happen again. He doesn’t need a minor goddess getting in his way—no matter how much the redhead tempts him.

Clea intends to invoke a debt of honor to gain Griffin’s protection, but she has an ulterior motive: to get within striking distance of Griffin’s opponent, who she is certain killed her brother.

She never expected to feel a spark with Griffin, disturbingly seductive as he is. In a world where everyone looks like a god or goddess, why should this one winged Elemental call to her?

Yet their attraction grows fiercer as they journey to Iceland, Luxembourg, and finally Portugal to face Griffin’s foe. But even if they prevail, Griffin is holding onto one last, deadly secret that proves the truth can survive any Challenge, but love may be its final victim.

Warning: Will take you to dizzying heights, create storms of emotions, make you want to dance on air, and cause heart palpitations. Please keep an oxygen tank handy – the air can get pretty thin up there, especially when you start breathing heavy.

He didn’t know Dodola’s or Clea’s true motives, but there was an angle. Griffin limited his interaction with gods for good reason. He probed again and encountered nothing but music. Right before he left her mind, he felt something. Fear. Fear? But she was a goddess. They were immortal. Why would she be afraid?

He turned to ask her the question and was startled to find that she was asleep. Griffin moved to the goddess and crouched down to study her face. Now that she wasn’t moving or shielding he could see the dark circles under her eyes and the shadowing across her face and body. If he hadn’t known she was a goddess, he might think she was fragile.

He remembered Dodola as a petite, light-haired, light-eyed typical gorgeous deity. This daughter of hers was more pretty than beautiful. Her blunt-cut red hair and clear green eyes capped a heart-shaped face that stopped short of being stunning. In the pantheon of gods she would be considered plain, but there was something about her that made his cock stand up and take notice. The milk white of her skin was dotted by freckles. The pattern would be fun to lick.

Griffin drummed his fingers on the arm of the sofa as he considered the problem. He couldn’t throw her out; he had given Dodola his word. He owed the pantheon, and if this Clea was to be the method by which he discharged his debt, cosí sia. So be it.

He waited for three hours before the goddess woke again. She came awake with a start, her chin lifting and the pop song screaming into his thoughts until he wanted to snatch the wretched thing out of her mind and crush it.

“Feeling better?” he asked on a tone dripping with acid.

Clea swallowed and then nodded, her eyes wide with something he would have called fear on anyone but a goddess. He would have thought that after World War II, her pantheon would stay away from Challenges in general and him in particular. His Challenge was here; he could feel it. Obviously the gods had too, although they rarely troubled themselves with Challenges. He hadn’t seen Amai-te-rangi lately, but the old demon would be here soon.

His eyes narrowed as he studied the goddess. She had secrets, things unsaid. She had good shields, but he would get past them. He had to. The fate of the world was at stake. If this small pantheon thought they would interfere, they were going to learn otherwise. No red-haired goddess would get in his way.

Clea’s body was still but quivered under his gaze. There was something in her, a dishonesty he couldn’t put his finger on. It was gone before he could follow it back to its source.

“Yes, thank you,” she said, her voice soft. Blinking her eyes as if they were still heavy with sleep, she had an air of vulnerability that made every protective instinct scream to life. “I’m sorry about that. I just…well…thank you.”

He would allow this little Slavic pest to stay. He needed time to find out what her real motives were, and what she was hiding. If she was in his way, he would get rid of her. There would be no repeat of the devastation of World War II. Losing his Challenge was not an option.