I love this cover. It’s sort of mysterious and creepy!
Games of Zeus
by Aimee Laine
Release Date: March 11, 2013
Keywords: Paranormal Romance, Romance, Thriller/Suspense
For years, Ian Sands has enjoyed his life as a bachelor, taking advantage of singlehood and exploring his own definition of passion—whoever she may be. Blonde. Brunette. Tall. Short. Hot. Not. Five months ago, all that changed.
Ian’s been celibate, frustrated and desperately seeking answers to why one woman, who doesn’t play by girls’ rules, haunts his every waking moment.
As a renovations specialist, Taylor Marsh lives, works and breathes construction—a profession her southern belle of a mother would rather Taylor not touch. The same goes for Ian; Mama Marsh would never approve of him.
Like Ian, though, each time he and Taylor draw near, something compels her to get closer.
Something else tells her to run away.
As much as their histories suggest they shouldn’t be together, neither Taylor nor Ian can deny the pull, and the two succumb, indulging in a relationship that brings pleasure to body, mind and soul.
Doing so, though, also ushers in a series of events both should have foreseen as well as one final outcome neither expected.
The sledge hammer circled through the air, whipping around Taylor Marsh’s head. Wood splintered. Fragmented pieces shot off like shrapnel.
With another heave, she drew the tool over her shoulder, and with one step, swung with every bit of force she could muster.
Decades-old siding crumpled under her attack of the shed.
A deep breath and a growl preceded the stretch of her arms and the twist of her body as she propelled herself forward again.
The weighted head hit first, yanking the tool from her sweaty palms and throwing Taylor sideways. On an ‘oomph’, her chest, arms and cheek kissed the red clay of southern North Carolina soil.
Taylor pushed up to her elbows, twisted toward the old shed she’d vowed to tear down and sighed. She sat, ran a hand through her failing hair, where blonde streaks had turned brown, and resecured the tail at the nape of her neck as sweat dripped from her brow.
Despite its age, several of the shed’s planks remained standing—a testament to construction of years gone by.
“One old building to go, and it wants to stay upright longer than the Titanic.”
Beyond the mess, her home stood—a white, clapboard bungalow she’d renovated herself.
“Okay. One more time.” With the sun high in the sky and bearing down upon her with the force of the coming summer, she stood. “It’s no bigger than a kid’s play house. This shouldn’t be so hard.”
Taylor positioned her feet at the front corner, spreading them to give herself a wide base. “Right. One hit to the figurative solar plexus.” She nodded as if the pile would respond. The crunch of a car’s wheels on gravel made her turn. She faced the Jaguar as it rolled to a stop.
Two very recognizable men stepped from within the vehicle. Their long strides spoke of power and confidence, the smiles suggested warmth, and the punch one gave the other—playfulness.
Taylor brushed off grime from her jeans, tapped her boots against the ground and wiped a hand across her brow. “Like that’s going to help.” Giving up on her attire, she headed toward them, leaving her pile of work for later. “Hey, Tripp.” She took his extended hand, gazing again at the tattoo on his neck she’d found so intriguing the first time they met. “Ian.” Taylor switched her hand-held welcome toward the man who did more to her libido than anyone she’d ever met.
He held up his hands, palms out, bejeweled right ring finger glinting in the sun.
“Afraid of a little dirt?” She let her true southern come out, even added a bit to the tone as she spun the only ring she owned around her fourth finger—nothing like the ostentatious, gaudy, show-offy thing Ian wore.
“No. But you’re a … more … I got a flight to New York in an hour,” Ian said.
Tripp chuckled. “Why don’t you have a crew come knock that thing down?”
Taylor glanced back at the small shed. “What fun would that be?”
“With the turn of every page Mrs. Laine captures your attention. She has entwined a beautiful romance within the mystery and intrigue. ” — Katherine Skye (Reader)
“This was a fun story that kept me entertained and had just enough romance, paranormal and mystery to balance it all out.” — My Guilty Obsession
“This is the type of book you simply can’t get out of your mind.” — Known to Read
“… a pretty fast paced and enjoyable read.” — Gizmo’s Reviews
“Reincarnation, lost love, deceit, jealousy, murder, hot steamy – this book has it all. ” — Terri Rochenski, Author Pool of Souls Series
“With a well crafted plot, very well done characters, and plenty of mystery to keep things on the edge, Silent Echoes is one of those stories that weaves the reader in and keeps a tight hold.” — Long and Short Reviews
About the Author:
Aimee is a romantic at heart and a southern transplant with a bit of the accent (but not a whole bunch). She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and with him, she’s produced three native North Carolinians, two of whom share the same DNA.
With an MBA and a degree in Applied Mathematics, there’s absolutely no reason she should be writing romance novels. Then again, she shouldn’t need a calculator to add two numbers, either … but she does.
*Note: This is an adult paranormal romance.
Sounds like a great read, doesn’t it? I love all things mythological!!!
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