Titans Rising – The Fox and the Love God
Clio would never leave Duck behind, not like this. The poor fox appears terrified, frantic.
Eros (Jeanette Rose)
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Jeanette Rose is the author of the paranormal romance series called Fated Loves. She became interested in the antics of the Pantheon when she majored in Classical Civilization with a minor in Latin from Tulane University. She then went on to get her Law Degree and obviously couldn’t function in the real world, so she got a third degree. At night, she continues working on the third installment for her series, and blog the exploits of the Greek God, Eros, for #ThePantheon #WritingCommunity
Never Seen Die Hard!
SBF – A Mortal’s Heart
His heart’s desire practically screams at me, to find someone to love, who loves me.
The Ties That Bind
Technically, we met because she stole my car. I mean, you didn’t expect me to go through legitimate channels to find an assistant, did you?
Two Sides of the Same Coin
The scythe cutting through the limb, the blood, the feathers falling from me, the agony, the feeling of horror, despair, betrayal.
Cupid’s Arrow
“If I’m such a delight, why didn’t you tell me you were planning on moving back home? And that I had to drag my ass out here?”
A Peacock Feather
Because there’s only one place in the OA with so many peacocks, and it’s a place all gods know never to trespass without an express invitation.
The Winged Acolyte
“If you hurt my mother, I’ll kill you. I don’t care if the sun drops from the sky.”
All’s Fair In Love and War
My father’s eyebrows shoot up at the statement. “Why do I feel your grandfather is somehow involved in that decision?”
Dreaded Encounters
It’s probably the first time I’ve ever hugged him; the god of war was not known for being the most paternal of figures.
Hello, Brother
The door slams shut behind me and a gun’s hammer cocks, the feeling of cold steel sitting at the back of my skull.
This is a Mistake
This is what’s pulled me home. My father’s broken heart. His lost love.
Din and Las
Would my mother wait impatiently on the doorstep, hoping to make amends for past wrongs? Would my father be there? My siblings?
Calling Me Home
There was the sound of roaring in my ears, and I rubbed the heel of my palm over my heart. Something terrible has happened. Something relating to love.