Deer in Headlights (Good Gods #1) by Staci Hart
Publication Date: February 13th 2013
(first published February 12th 2012)
Aphrodite never loses, not when it comes to love.
Immortality has its perks and its downsides. Boredom, for one, is unavoidable, but instead of playing parcheesi, the gods devised a game that uses humans as pawns. Remember Shakespeare? That was Apollo. Bonnie and Clyde? Aphrodite versus Ares.
Aphrodite is on deck once again, and she’ll defend her domain of love as she works to get the humans together before the clock runs out, while her opponent tries to keep them apart.
Game one is against Apollo, and Aphrodite knows she has her work cut out for her when he chooses Dean, a brooding rock star man-whore who believes women can’t be trusted. Aphrodite decides on Lex, a perfect match for Dean, even though her heart is guarded, locked away tight. She’d never let anyone in. Not ever. Of course, she hasn’t met Dean.
But there’s always more at stake than just the game when you’ve lived for thousands of years. The Olympians are the original dysfunctional family, surviving eons of love and lust, betrayal and lies, as friends and enemies, through feuds and wars. From Ares, the douchebag, who’s forever trying to start a fight and get Aphrodite into bed, to Persephone, her best friend, who she can always count on for a healthy helping of bacon on a bad day, the gods will take you on a lighthearted trip as they mess with humans, laugh and fight, lose love and gain power.
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“I love you,” he whispered, and she closed her eyes, memorizing the feel of his arms around her.
Dita’s eyes flew open when her iPod alarm blared “Dancing Queen,” and she reached over, blindly slapping at the dock’s off button.
Perry, the dreamcrusher.
Her best friend was the only person who would be demented enough to wake her up with ABBA.
Dita flumped back in bed and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping for a few more minutes of sleep as she mourned the loss of her dream, knowing she’d never stop missing him. Pain flashed through her chest like a comet, and she hugged the pillow closer, wishing she could drift away again, but it was no use. She was awake. With a sigh, she grabbed a handful of her fluffy comforter and flung it off.
She breathed deep as she slid off the bed, then padded her way into the bathroom, pausing at the counter when she caught her reflection in the mirror.
Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, had lived for thousands of years, had hundreds of lovers, and made millions of love matches. She had seen the world through feast and through famine, through war and through peace. She had loved, and she had lost, but had always endured. From ancient Greece and Rome to castles in France and Britain, she had lived all over the world and seen it all, through corsets and knickers, flapper dresses and polyester, big hair and blue eye shadow. But she’d never enjoyed a time period as much as the one she was currently in.
She leaned over the sink, fluffed her long, blond hair, and ran her fingers under her bright, blue eyes, giving herself a subconscious duck face as she inspected her reflection. A tiny weight sat on her bare foot, and she looked down to find her mini Pomeranian, Bisoux, with his fluffy, copper head quirked and his dark eyes looking up at her. She smiled as she bent to pick him up, nestling him in her side as she scratched his head, murmuring to him in French as she walked into her living room.
She dropped into a red velvet armchair, flipped her dog onto his back and scratched his tummy until his leg thumped. Bisoux was an automaton made especially for her by her husband, Hephaestus, an inventor. He looked exactly like a living dog, sans excrement and dying, which was perfect for an immortal goddess with no yard.
The elevator dinged, and Dita turned to find Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, walking through her foyer in leggings, a v-neck, and hot pink socks. Her big, hazel eyes peered at Dita over nerdy black glasses, and her long, dark hair was loose around her small face. She gave Dita a small smile and plopped down on the couch, propping her neon feet on the arm. “Morning.”
“Nice alarm, asshole. Hades’ sadism has worn off on you in a way I don’t know that you’ll ever quite shake.” Dita wiggled her fingers in the arch of Perry’s foot.
Perry squealed and tucked in her feet to keep them out of reach. “I aim to please. I know how much you love ABBA.”
“I’ll never forgive Apollo for those Swedish harpies.”
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