Thursday, October 31, 2013

Troll-y Yours Speed Date (Hour 18) with Lisa Beth Darling!!!

How divine would it be to date.....a God???
Name: Ares
Age: 4,000 give or take a hundred years
Race: Olympian
Height/Weight: 7 feet 350lbs all muscle
Eye Color/Hair Color: Onyx, Black

The Sexy Lowdown:

In His Own Words:

Well, some people say that I'm a bit egocentric, dark, moody, even brooding but I don't see myself that way. I mean look at me, I'm devilishly hands, nearly irresistible to women with this perfect physique—why most would say that I'm built like a Greek God and I am. These beefy arms are perfect for holding and this broad furry chest for nuzzling your head on. Not to mention my manhood, I'm told it's the largest on earth. I have the added ability to control its size—length and width. I can tailor it to perfectly suit whatever woman is below me. So, again I ask you; what's not to love?

Being the Greatest Warrior the World has Ever Known, I like order although I'm not afraid of chaos in fact some might say that it's in the heat of chaos that I do my best work. Yet, I consider myself fair about it as preying on those who can't defend themselves is a coward's game. There's no honor in bending someone weaker than you to your will. Like most military men I'm short on talk, long on action, and I like things to be neat and tidy though I don't consider myself a 'neat freak'.

As for hobbies, other than War and making love for days, I'm an excellent hunter and tracker. I'm a great woodworker. In fact, I love to carve, whittle, and make lavish ornate items from good hard wood. I bet you'd be surprised to know that I love to dance—and of course I'm good at it as well.

I don't like sweet things; cakes, pies, candy, they make me ill.  I don't like weak people, especially women, but that's only because, deep in my heart, I know women are the superior sex. I want my woman to be strong to speak her mind and stand up to me even if it frightens her.  I spent my entire life looking for the perfect woman, my soul mate, the one female on the whole planet that could sate my lust, heat my bed and warm my heart as she cooled my temper and eased my mind. It's a big order, I know, but considering an Old Wolf like me mates for life she had to be perfect. It was hard to end 3,500 years of swinging bachelorhood but when I met Alena MacLeod I was helpless before her. I knew I had to make her mine no matter what my family, the Olympians, had to say about it. Thankfully, she saw things the same way. I pity the man that ever tries to take her from me.


Inside the Heart of every Warrior breathes the Soul of a Hero--even within The Heart of War.
Meet Ares God of War, the greatest Warrior the world has ever known. He's moody, grumpy, dominant, ravenously sexual, and above all, built like a Greek God.
Suspected of killing his Daughter in-Law, Psyche, and long in exile from Olympus, the solitude of Ares' secluded Greek Isle is interrupted when Magdalena MacLeod a plucky little Fey washes up on his shore after believing she's been shipwrecked. It's not mere fate that has brought the unlikely couple together yet it may be what tears them apart.
Get lost in this sweeping dark saga of lust, rage, revenge, and redemption. Battle Ancient Gods while falling in love with Ares God of War and Alena MacLeod. They share a love that will rock the world from the heights of Olympus to the Celtic moors.

The Heart of War contains scenes of graphic sex and violence. As such, this novel and the entire OF WAR Series is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY it is NOT recommended for the Faint of Heart.


Alena took his hand and began to walk away from the hearth.  "I’m sure you’ve done this a million times or more, in fact I’ve seen it, haven’t I?  If you don’t mind too much, I’d like to give it a shot."  With a very delicate hand, she gestured for the God of War to sit upon his Throne of Bones.

 "Going to sit on my lap?" Ares grinned and patted his knee as he sat down.  "Climb up here and tell Santa what you want for Christmas?" 

"Maybe later.  For now, I thought I’d do my best to treat you like the God you are."

"Does this mean you’re going to dance for me now?" 

That wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.  "There’s no music," Alena said mournfully and then sighed.
Ares snorted a laugh and snapped his fingers.  Her cell phone appeared in his hand.  "Now let’s see what we have in here."  Giving it a jolt from his finger, Ares turned on the phone and let his fingers slide over the little icon that read music.

"It’s not a touch screen."

"It is now," Ares corrected and let his eyes scan over the few songs the phone held.  Thinking he recognized the title of one of the tunes, Ares tapped it and it began to play.

I know you wanna leave me,
But I refuse to let you go

Yes, he knew this tune.  His head began bobbing around on his shoulders while his foot kept time with the beat.
If I have to beg and plead for your sympathy,
I don't mind cuz' you mean that much to me

Alena laughed.

"Come on, dance for me."

It had been a very long time since Alena danced and she thought it was possible she had forgotten how.  She wished he had picked something a little slower.

"Shy?"  She was blushing.  Ares stood up.  "I that case, come on, dance with me, Alena."

"With you?" Alena asked in soft surprise.  "You dance?"

"I love to dance."  Ares grabbed her hand, raised it over her head and twirled her around.  "I am also good at it, as you can see," he said without a dose of modesty as he dipped her and then brought her back to her feet.
Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin’
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go

"So modest," she quipped yet the dip and sweep was very swift and very expertly pulled off by her partner; it also came out of nowhere, yet not for a single second did she fear he would drop her or haul her to her feet with too much force.  For a few moments, Alena wondered if this was what it felt like when the girls talked about their Senior Proms.  The boys they went with and the things they did. "Will you never stop surprising me?"

"I hope not and only with the most delightful of things."

 "I never would have believed that you like to dance."  Or that he would look so damn sexy while he was doing it.

"Everything in Life has its own rhythm, its own beat, from waging war to making love to dancing.  You just have to listen for it and then fall into it," Ares said easily and twirled her once.



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Stephanie Fredrick said...

Ares has always been the God I thought would be hot. Muscular, smart, an Alpha and a strategist. That's just sexy.

Heather said...

Ares from Xena warrior princess

Melanie Tikalsky said...

Would love to read this book! Thanks for the giveaway!!

jeannie platt said...

I already have this series and love it thanks :)

deb p said...

Vampires job . Maybe work for the blood bank.

Judy Peterson said...

I just got this 2 book combo and hope to start it soon. Thank you!

BookLady said...

Apollo, God of the Sun

Toni Porter said...

For some odd reason, I've always had an affinity with Thanatos—the Greek god of death. I've always imagined him as kind of like a vampire, but without the fangs. Otherwise, the Celtic god Manannan Mac Lir is a fascinating figure.

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