About the Book
Author: Rebekah Lewis
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Long ago, a nymph fell in love with a mere mortal destined to be a legendary hero. Until the gods saw fit to tear them apart and tamper with fate.
Everyone has heard the story of Daphne and Apollo, of her transformation into a laurel tree to escape his obsession. If only it were so simple. Held prisoner for thousands of years, Daphne is close to death until a last minute rescuer smuggles her out of Olympus and to Melancton, the satyr she loves.
Melancton has always preferred to be on his own, keeping to the shadows and maintaining a stoic appearance. Only Daphne can be the light to his darkness, and now that she’s returned, the fear of losing her again shakes him. With grave danger lurking on the horizon, Melancton and the satyrs of The Aegean Inn prepare for battle, but the odds are stacked against them.
Meanwhile, Apollo enlists the aid of Dionysus in his determination to reclaim Daphne and punish those responsible for her disappearance. Is it possible to survive the fury of the gods?
Rebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. She is an award-winning cover artist for digital publishers, and enjoys every minute of it when not immersed into a world of satyrs and Greek gods. Always feeling the need to be productive, she can be found creating something whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts. She resides in Savannah, GA with her cat, Bagheera.
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Now that both Melancton and Daphne were with them, the threat of attack was high. A sense of danger lurked Vander hadn't sensed in centuries. Not to mention, they had their own lives and possessions to guard. Their own oaths to keep.
He leaned back against the soft cushions. Hermes had succeeded in retrieving the nymph, and as far as they knew, Melancton's whereabouts were secret. Now that the nymph was present, they needed to ensure the secret remained that way. With Hermes not answering his phone, well, Vander had agreed to the arrangement under the impression Hermes was at their disposal to solve any issues housing the Boeotian and the nymph would bring. Obviously, not.
"You're probably wondering why I called you in here for a meeting."
"What I want to know," Orestes chimed in, "is why Calix is reading romance novels. Demon romances. The guy on the cover even has horns, look." He lifted it and showed it off. "I think he's having a mid-immortality crisis and is projecting himself on this far more attractive demon. Clearly, there is cause for an intervention." Turning to Calix, he added, "Callie, buddy, you matter. Just the way you are." He wiped an imaginary tear and splayed his hands over his heart.
"I know where you sleep." The blond satyr's glare threatened retribution.
"Actually," Jacen said, "that book belongs to London. She left it in here earlier when she went to check on Melancton and Daphne. If anyone is being influenced by it, it is her—and I reap the benefits." A huge grin split his face. Calix scowled at him.
"Ass," Orestes muttered and dropped the book on the expansive coffee table before leaning back in the recliner.
"Enough." Vander pinched the bridge of his nose. "We have a very real situation here, and we need to talk about this like mature adults. As rare as it is, I know it can be done."