Saturday, September 6, 2014

Book Spotlight: Snake in the Grass (Good Gods #2) by Staci Hart

Snake in the Grass (Good Gods, #2)
Snake in the Grass (Good Gods #2) by Stacie Hart
Publication Date: June 8th 2013
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
The truth changes everything.

It’s round two of high stakes Love Connection on Olympus, and this time, everything has changed.

Ares is on deck, and as much as Aphrodite loves to love him, she doesn’t trust him as far as she could throw him, which isn’t very far. But she never could resist him, even knowing he was a liar. Just swept her suspicion under the rug because there was nothing to prove. But after the last game, she’s seeing things in a new light, light that has cast shadows across her entire life.

Ares has a plan to keep Aphrodite, for good this time. He wants to win the game, but he’ll hold back, if that’s what it takes to get her back. He’s sitting on a chance that’s been thousands of years in the making, and he’ll do what he has to do to convince her to stay forever. The only thing that could stop him is the secret that he’s been keeping for eons. If she finds out, it will destroy everything.

Aphrodite chooses Kat as her human player, a gun toting drag racer who has yet to meet her match, and Ares decides on Dillon, a badass boxer who never loses, who’s lived a life full of pain and loss. Both of their lives revolve around keeping their siblings safe, and they’ve sacrificed everything to make sure things stay that way. They are tough and loyal, fierce and determined, but they become each other’s weakness, even though they fight it, and even though it means danger for Kat and her sister.




Snake in the Grass is a sequel to Deer in Headlights. If you haven’t read that yet, you can find it on Amazon by clicking here. Chapter 1 has spoilers in it, so if you haven’t read DIH, you should probably turn around and read it first. You’ve been warned!

Ares strolled into the crowded theater room and rolled his eyes at Hermes, who stood in front of the screen checking his watch. He scanned the room, his eyes coming to rest on Dita who sat in the big theater chair. Her legs bent in front of her and disappeared under her oversized sweater. Her blond, wavy hair fell softly around her face as she looked him over coolly. But even though she tried to look tough, her sapphire eyes twinkled, and he saw a smile just at the edge of her lips. It matched his own.

Hermes huffed, making a show of it. “Ares, have you finally chosen your player? We’ve been waiting all day, and the natives are restless.” He motioned to the seats where the Olympians sat eyeballing Ares. “I’m not sure why it took you all day, since you had all of last month while Dita competed with Apollo. Though, perhaps the god of war should just forfeit when it comes to matters of love?”

Ares scowled as his blood boiled, and his mouth landed on the first thing that came to mind. “I’ve chosen, Herpes—I mean, Hermes.”

The gods laughed, and Hermes glared at him with a sardonic smile on his lips. “Well, I’m so glad we haven’t inconvenienced you. You didn’t strain anything, did you?”

Ares stalked up to Hermes and snatched the remote from him. “I’m good.” He pointed the remote at the screen and turned the projector on. Two bloodied men were frozen on the screen with bright lights glaring off their bare, sweaty chests. They stood in a makeshift ring in a warehouse packed with people cheering and yelling, with their fists in the air.

One man’s lip curled in fury with his taped fist extended, inches away from connecting with the face of a blond.

Dita snorted. “Please tell me your player is the guy about to get punched in the face.”

He scowled at her and hit play, and the entire room flinched at the smack of skin on skin.....To Read More
~About The Author~
Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom; she has three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife; even though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with f, ends with k, and there a uc in there. Just saying. From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's sleeping, cleaning, or designing graphics. But let's be honest, she's mostly writing.
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