Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Sssshit.
I laughed, and after a moment, even the earth goddess cracked a grudging smile.
Ssstop making a big deal out of this, ssstupid.
"I just want you to be sure," I insisted. "Hadrian told me you had really bad memories of the last time you were in Mt. Olympus and—-"
It is important that they know the new Lady of the Underworld has my sssupport.
She was being so sweet that for one moment I was just tempted to let it go. I mean, I could always talk about it next time, right? The coronation won't be until next month—-
You have a ssstupid look on your face that I find painfully familiar. If you have sssomething to sssay then out with it. Ssstupid!
"Well..."
Ssstop wasting my time!
I took a deep breath. "Before you make up your mind about attending the coronation, I thought it's only fair for you to know that I don't intend to have the people call me Lady of the Underworld."
Hadrian groaned from the balcony, but I pretended not to hear this. Gaea, on the other hand, was shaking her head in seeming bewilderment.
You want a new title?
"Just a shorter one, like..." I beamed at her. "LOTUS!"
Hadrian groaned again.
"It's an abbreviation," I said helpfully.
Then ssshould it not be LOTU?
"Nope. It's really LOTUS."
But what can the S ssstand for?
I allowed myself a grin, saying, "What else but...Lady of the Underworld, silly."
It took a few seconds...and then Gaea threw her head back with a laugh, the sound of which became the front page of the Underworld Times the next day.
EARTH GODDESS LAUGHS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THOUSANDS OF YEARS!
IS THE WORLD COMING TO AN END?
The End of Book Three
One Hella Lucky Goddess
Book Four
In Which We Have Another Recap Masquerading as a Prologue
So...Mt. Olympus, you guys.
I can't say the place has ever made it to my bucket list, and frankly, if I knew anyone who has it in theirs, I'd totally think that person bonkers.
Because duh.
Mt. Olympus isn't real...or so we all humans were supposed to think.
But...I digress.
Mt. Olympus is home to the Twelve Great Olympians, one of which could have been my husband...if he hadn't turned the offer down. He's just chill that way.
And hot.
Like hot literally and figuratively, since my gorgeous-even-when-grumpy Hadrian also happens to be Hades, ergo, the Lord of the Underworld, and hey now...did I just hear you snort?
You're thinking being easily distracted comes naturally to me, aren't you?
But I'm not.
Really.
The thing is, my occasionally low attention span is merely a lingering side effect of my previous condition (please refer to Book 3: Hell Becomes Her for more details *wink*), but I'm normally super focused. So enough with those rude snorts and eye rolls, 'kay?
And besides, we have so much more fun things to talk about. Like...oh, right, like what I was talking about earlier.
Mt. Olympus.
Because that place, you guys...
The journey alone to get to it is an adventure in itself.
If there's more than one road that leads to Rome - huh? What's that again? You're saying I'm mixing my metaphors? I honestly wouldn't know...since I think I skipped classes back when my Grade 12 teacher was discussing that.
But whatever.
Metaphors, meteors.
They're not the main point here, so I'd really appreciate it if you could stay focused.
Like me.
Yes.
Like me.
So anyway.
As I was saying earlier, if there's more than one road that leads to Rome, it only follows that there's also more than one portal that can magically transport you to Mt. Olympus. But if you want to have the time of your life while getting there, the very best way to get to the gods' digs is to have one of the wind gods lasso a synefia for your ride.
A synefia is a creature that only answers to Aeolus (aka the Keeper of the Winds) and his kin. It's cute, puffy, and cloud-like...but it also has the temperament of a raging bull, so be sure to go through the proper channels if you don't want them tossing you off their cotton-candy-ish backs once you're several thousand feet off the ground.
And lastly, do remember to buckle up. Seatbelts exist for a reason, and riding a synefia is like taking a rollercoaster to Mt. Olympus. Expect a wildly exhilarating ride, and expect things to get even more magical once you've made it to the pantheon's legendary residence.
Think Santorini by the sea with its posh whitewashed villas, blue-domed churches (or temples in this case), and cliffside views. Mt. Olympus has all of that and more...since it also happens to be a mega island floating above the great blue skies.
The place is beyond anything I've ever imagined, and that's saying a lot, believe me.
Since I'm a huge fan of Disney's Hercules, there's little I don't know about Greek mythology. My husband might beg to differ, of course, but we need to cut him some slack.
Disney did paint a rather horrible picture of Hadrian in the movie-turned-TV-series, but I promise you, nothing can be further from the truth. My Hades, ergo the real Hades, is the quintessential tall, dark, and handsome Greek, and Hadrian even smolders and broods to perfection. He's practically everything you'd imagine a regular romance novel hero to be...except for one thing.