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LISA BETH DARLING

Inside the Heart of every Warrior breathes the Soul of a Hero--even within The Heart of War.

Meet Ares God of War, the Alpha Male to beat all Alpha Males and 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 is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY it is NOT recommended for the Faint of Heart or those who enjoy a sweet read.

EXCERPT: 
The Olympians were quite the Divinely Dysfunctional Family. Alena had never seen or heard so much bitter bickering from one clan. If that was her Family, she might be damn happy that she lived in Exile on a beautiful island such as this. "They're awful." She whispered in his ear careful not to let any prying ears overhear. Ares gave out a deep chuckle and then another sigh as his hand rose up to caress her arm. She thought of how brave, how daring, and even dashing, Ares had been as he stood there telling all of them they could not have her. When she listened to him speak of Artemis, Alena nearly cried. Then she had been stunned into silence having expected the God of War to hand her over, maybe not with ease but readily enough, in return for his crown and scepter. "Thank you for keeping your promise."

"You expected this chauvinistic pig to do less." Ares mused still with his eyes closed. "Everyone does."

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Do you remember Damien? Raven makes that kid look like an angel

In book #2 of the OF WAR Series, Ares settles down with his wife, Alena, to await the birth of their son, Raven. As Alena struggles to enjoy what should be a blessed event, prophetic visions of an adult Raven haunt her dreams. Are they true visions or false ones implanted by Cernunnos who told her the boy would bring glory to Ares but only pain and agony to her? The strong but delicate Fey is relentlessly bombarded by hostility from the Olympians making her yearn to be back on Ares' secluded island home, far away from all the bickering and backstabbing that makes up Life on mighty Mount Olympus.

Before Raven is even born, Zeus outwardly despises him for his Fey blood given to him by his filthy Celtic mother. With no way out and no way to keep his family safe from his father, Zeus the God of Gods, Ares enters into a blood pact that could cost the God of War everything he holds dear.

After a harrowing birth wherein mother and son are nearly lost to Ares, it quickly becomes clear that Raven may be the most powerful and cunning Olympian ever born despite his muddled bloodline.

As Zeus, Apollo, and Aphrodite plot against the new family by carefully planting the seeds of rage and doubt in Ravens' mind, they turn son against mother. It appears as though Alenas' visions and Cernunnos' prophecy are coming to life as Raven grows to be a very angry young man.

As the true past between the Olympians and Celts is revealed, the battle for Ravens; mind and the ultimate control of Olympus begins. Before its over, the white snows of Olympus will run red with blood.

EXCERPT: 
Without any warning, the wind seemed to turn on Alena; it lifted her body upward from the small of her back to her shoulders, bringing her throat dangerously close to the tip of the spear. Suddenly her eyes opened to reveal only the whites. As though she could see through them, they shifted to Raven's hands and then back to his face. Amazingly, Alena's lips turned into a cold grin that fixed Raven's stare to her face while she lifted the staff and then brought it crashing down to the marble floor with such force the echo was deafening. Raven flew off her. The staff left his stunned hand, the ice ball retreated, and he hit the stones of the fire pit with such force that they shattered. Before the boy or his Father knew what was happening, Alena, her eyes still showing only the whites, was standing over Raven with her staff pointing at his throat and her foot on his heart. "Yield," she whispered as the wind whipped around them, tossing bits of dust into Ares' eyes.

Angry at having had victory snatched so cruelly from his grasp, Raven stared up her as he shielded his eyes from the biting wind. "Uncle," he spat.

It took a few moments but the wind subsided, Alena stumbled backward on unsteady feet before the whites of her eyes rolled down and she looked out at the world through those luminescent pearls of gray.

"Wow," Ares muttered, stroking his beard trying to digest everything he'd seen. Magick was not normally part of Alena and Raven's sparring routine; she was afraid to use it even though he'd tried to tell her that he could counter any damage she might do. No matter what he did he couldn't coax her into it, so magick was off-limits when they sparred. Today when Raven unexpectedly threatened her with it, Alena didn't hesitate to answer the call.

Catching her breath and feeling a wave of nausea wash over her, Alena looked down at Raven, who looked up her angry and afraid. "Are you ok?" She reached out a hand to him but Raven batted it away.

"Fine, mom." Jumping to his feet in a quick move, he brushed off the dirt and debris from his bare skin. Instead of stepping up and congratulating his mother, when she turned her back to him to look at Ares, Raven let an ice ball fly from his hand to strike her in the back of the head, splitting it open as it brought her to her knees. "Take that, you whore."

Ares didn't hesitate, he didn't even know he was doing it; all he did know was that one moment Raven was standing there with that snide smug look on his face and the next he was screaming as flames surrounded him. He stumbled in the fire a few moments before turning his whole body to ice and putting out the flames. When Raven returned to normal, he was lightly singed but otherwise unharmed. "Don't ever do that again, boy."

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On the Verge of manhood, Raven's rampage continues

…as he begins the difficult path to Acceptance by his fellow Olympians. Out to prove he's as good, if not better than, any of them he bests the Trials set before him by Hades and Poseidon. This isn't enough for him, in his quest to prove to his Father, Ares, that he is an Olympian Raven preys upon the Mortals below Olympus in a time of great weakness. Settling for nothing less than Chaos, he enlists the aid of his Uncle Apollo and pushes the Mortals to pure anarchy when a global financial crisis leaves the entire world destitute, in ruins, and at each other's throats. Ready to conquer his Trials, take his place at the Counsel Table, and bring Ares the glory Cernunnos once prophesized, only one thing stands in his way; the night his Mother fell down the stairs.

Alena, her body asleep in Ares' bed for four long years, is lost deep in the clutches of a never-ending dream induced by Morpheus. After years of living an illusion and becoming Morpheus Wife, Alena discovers his deception and struggles to escape her prison. Morpheus has no intentions of ever letting her go. He'll fight to the death to keep her.

Apollo, ever the Man Behind the Curtain, pulls Raven's strings like a true puppet master. It's far too late when Raven realizes all he's done to please his Father actually makes Ares look guilty of destroying the Mortal World. A little Chaos and a little Anarchy aren't enough for the Golden God, in his on-going quest to destroy Ares, Apollo sets a plague loose upon the Earth. A bio-chemical weapon stolen from the United States Government at Area 51, known commonly as Major Falls. By the time the Olympians discover what's going on twenty million people are dead with the number multiplying exponentially every day.

With only one option left to each of them, Raven and Alena turn to their unlikeliest of enemies-- Aphrodite and Apollo for help. One night in the bed of the Goddess of Love can be painful but one night in the bed of the Golden God can kill and destroy all that Ares and Alena have built and endured. To ensure that her beloved Husband and her Son are not put to death she may have no other choice.

EXCERPT: 
"I love you, Magdalena MacLeod, I love you and no other woman. I will never give up on you and I will never let you go."

Alena's eyes welled with tears as relief washed over her and she turned her body back to him. "I thought I'd never hear you say that again. Home. I'm home."

"Right where you belong," he whispered heatedly and continued his descent without further interruption. When he made his way back to her hips, her legs parted like the Red Sea and he settled between them a starving man with a steak dinner laid out before him. He dove in greedily lapping up every drop of nectar she had to give him until his thick beard was drenched with her juices. Every sigh, every moan, every soft coo that rose from her throat brought him higher giving him more command over her as her body shuddered and quivered with the thrust of his hand and the deep probing of his tongue. Until she lay panting and breathless with the blanket below them soaked through to the mattress begging him to stop because she couldn't take any more ecstasy.

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Venture on a Mystical Journey through Time and Secrets Past

Book #5 in the OF WAR Series spans four generations of women in Alena's family from her great-grandmother, Shar Draiocht the last known Queen of the Dark Kingdom to her tortured daughter Morrowind, to Maven Alena's free-spirited mother and through the lonely life of Alena MacLeod ending where "The Heart of War" begins with the night Alena washes up on Ares' shore. With intensity, lust, fear, and strength these Women of War make their way in the world revealing the hidden truths of the past and Ares true connection to his beloved Wife, Alena

EXCERPT: 
In that moment, Ares understood what she was really after; a child. All the time he'd spent lashed to that post women came and went as they hit and insulted him but very few of them were of childbearing age. Nearly all of the women, like the men, were well past their prime. The Dark Kingdom was dying out and the little Queen was so desperate to save it she would turn to her greatest enemy, an Olympian, to help her. "Unchain me and you will have that and more," Ares promised.

With a shaking hand, she reached out to touch the shackles around his wrists. "All I have to do is scream," she warned in a breathless whisper.

"Hopefully, my name," Ares crooned and then watched the shackles fall to the floor. "Don't forget my legs, I'll need those too."

Slowly, quite deliberately, Shar sank to her knees in front of him lingering just a moment or two at the bulge in his trousers before she reached to the shackles on his ankles and freed him of them. On her way back up his long lean body, she couldn't resist freeing the imprisoned cock. She undid the buttons holding the trousers together at his slim waist and let them fall to the floor with the chains. Ares' cock popped out like a bottle rocket. It sprang into her face and, again, she couldn't resist.

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BLURB-With nearly four billion souls lost to the ravages of anarchy and the dreaded disease Major Falls, Ares and Raven journey the Mortal World vainly reaching for a sliver of what was only to discover what will be.  Unleashed by Apollo, Major Falls—a weaponized version of the flu and rabies-- has wiped out every person of watery Mortal Blood.

From the fiery wreckage a new world is slowly arising one where the descendants of Olympians, Celts, Dark Fae, and all manner of Magickal Being will rule. For the last millennium the Dark Kingdom has sent small legions of its Daughters in search of its Lost Queen. Among their number is Lenora, a sharp tongued Dark Fae who joins up with ARES hoping to get close to its leader, Raven.  And she does.

The Wolf inside the God of War contracts Major Falls. As Ares and Athena wander the world hoping to curtail further damage by obliterating weapons of mass destruction he slowly succumbs to the sickness taking over his fevered rabid mind. Ares may not live to see the glory of Olympus restored nor fight to keep his Wife. If he does, how high will be the price for Ares' life? How long will Alena have to keep paying Apollo?

EXCERPT:

Even the God of Love is no angel when Desire comes to call.

Knowing there wasn't a chance in hell that she would wake tonight Eros' long denied desire for her began overtaking him.  He hadn't lied to her tonight, ever since he first saw her in that wretched camp he wanted her.  If it hadn't been for Apollo she would be his now.  She'd never know Ares' touch.  She'd be his sweet Maggie, the Wife of the Winged God of Love and she would sit upon a Golden Throne of Doves.  He would shroud her in the finest linens with golden sandals clinging softly to her delicate feet. At night she'd coo out his name when he made love to her again and again until Eos blazed across the sky.

In that one single moment, Eros hated his Father more than ever before and Ares pulled some pretty fruity shit on him over the eons.  Shaking bronze hands reached out to touch the sleeping woman.  They landed on her throat and she let out a drunken sigh as they caressed the nape of her neck.  The bronze cock between his legs sparked to life with a tingle of electricity.  Eros leaned over the bed, leaned down, in and close to her ear and whispered, "I love you, Maggie."  With only inches separating them, her breasts heaved and her back arched off the bed at the sound of his voice until her hardening nipples brushed against his bare hairless chest making his whole body quiver.  "Right or wrong, I want you.  The rest of it be damned, you should have been mine."

Biting down on his bottom lip Eros made the final decision to ignore his head for a while and do what came naturally to him; follow his heart.  He found his hands in her hair, kneading, gripping, letting go and grasping again with growing passion.  When his lips closed down over hers she answered sweetly, softly, as though it were meant to be.  Fire washed over him, blazed in his heart and made it thunder.  Her tongue parted his lips and she let out a low moan as she tried to raise her drunken hands from her side but couldn't make it.  Instead they fell down, open and flexing, as though inviting him to delve deeper.

Settling his body over her, gently coming to rest atop of her, the scent of rich honeysuckle and fresh baking bread began rising in the air.  Nothing but the burgeoning loin cloth between them, Eros let his tongue explore the back of her mouth as his hands ran wildly down the curve of her flanks.  Maggie cooed and grunted and moaned in his ear, her breath hot on the nape of his neck, making his cock harder as it called to the growing desire threatening to flood out from every pore of his taut bronze body.  Instinct took over and Eros ground his hips into hers.  Again she answered without hesitation.  Eros swallowed hard and sweat broke out all over him.  His fingertips grabbed the curved of her hips as his lips broke away only to land on the nape of her neck and suckle their way down her willing form from neck to shoulders to breasts with their perky pink nipples standing at attention just begging his lips to seize down over them and suck.  So he did with zeal, his moist tongue flicked over them and she cooed again making the hot Ichor in his veins come to a full rolling boil.  "I want you," he whispered heatedly as he made a beeline for that unbridled space between her legs.  The place where heaven awaited and the sultry scent of honeysuckle arose tempting his nose, filling his mind, and making his cock roar.

In the 4th grade I discovered that I was a writer when we were given our first creative writing assignment. We were to write stories about a baby bird's flight and read them to the class. I put pencil to paper and was instantly whisked away by a force I couldn't explain. I knew that I had found my calling. Everyone read their happy stories to the class. I got up and told of how the baby bird flew too high, hit a plane, crashed to the ground and died. I told of how the mama bird and daddy bird cried of how even God was upset sending the rains pouring from the sky. The class was speechless when I finished they were all just staring at me. The teacher kept me after class told me my story was very good but it was different from the others. She asked me if I'd ever heard of Icarus and did I base my story on him. But I had yet to encounter Greek Mythology or hear a whisper of Icarus. As she let me leave class she again told me how good the story was but suggested I might want to write something happier next time. I asked her why and she had no answer. 40+ years, 16 novels, and some 30 short stories later and I still haven't taken her advice.

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