 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “sour”. We’re back with Athena in the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Athena drummed her fingers on the controls as she waited for the tower to give her clearance. She grinned when static was followed by a voice. “Lynch, ready for takeoff.”
“Roger.” Athena pressed forward on the throttle. The jet stormed down the tarmac with a roar of the engines. Moments later it was climbing through the air. The land below streaked past as Athena found her altitude. She laughed to herself as she took in the sky around her. The engineers weren’t shitting anyone. This was one sweet ride. The power behind this beast was mindblowing. This baby was going to do some serious damage especially when there was a fleet of them. She sighed as she stared at the billows of clouds. This was the closest she could come to Olympus other than being there. Ever since her father, Zeus, moved them from their home to Washington DC to be closer to the mortal world and the technology he craved, she rarely got back to the mountain. She missed it. Granted, seeing her work in action was satisfying but… The sound of alarms and frantic beeping pulled her from her thoughts. She studied the dials and display monitors looking for the source of the emergency. Systems shut down one by one as the plane fell from the sky. “Shit, shit, fuck.” Athena swallowed back the sour bile rising in her throat as she held tight to the yoke. She raced through the options in her head. She could just set the plane back on the tarmac where they started. But how many mortal’s minds would she have to alter to make them forget? She did a quick count in her head. There were way too many to deal with. She glanced out the window to see the earth rushing towards her. She closed her eyes to focus on the inner mechanisms of the jet. Maybe if she could find whatever was wrong she could stabilize it, fix it and keep it from crashing. Erasing random sightings and incident reports was far easier than figuring out who exactly saw her on the base that day. She gasped as she found the shorting wire in the engine. A moment later her entire body was jolted by the impact of the jet colliding with the ground. The memory of that wire was the last she had before everything went black.
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A novel within a novel. For three short weeks, Twyla Lancaster was the fairy tale princess who’d found her prince, but just like that, reality ripped them apart. Now, fifty years later, she needs to know why the only man she ever loved broke his promises. As she writes her memoir and learns more about that summer, she realizes things were not what they seemed. Hormones raced, promises were made, but Twyla left Michael Morrison high and dry, and within weeks, married someone else. Grieving the loss of his parents and her betrayal, he turned his back on love, focusing on his military career. Now, goaded by his sister, he agrees to attend a wedding and reunion, knowing Twyla will be there. It’s time to find out why she lied to him all those years ago. The moment the star-crossed lovers see one another, love blooms between them, but when Michael discovers Twyla’s secret, he’s devastated. Is love enough to erase fifty years of pain and betrayal? Honestly, I don’t do many reviews because, while juggling technically five books I’m writing, I don’t have much time to read. But when I got the chance to read this one I couldn’t wait. I had a taste or two of this book with the Tuesday Tales and couldn’t wait for it to be released. Same Time, Next Year definitely lived up to my expectations. I lived the story not only through the eyes of Twyla but also through Mike’s, which gave a complete view of the past story. The story builds to the moment they reunite. Both characters look back at the societal norms of that summer and it was amazing to see how far we’ve come today and how terrifying it would be to slip back to those days. It was easy to fall in love with Twyla, Mike, Lana and a bunch of other characters. I loved that the fateful summer was played out in her manuscript as she was living the modern story. And most of all, I loved Twyla’s wit and courage. I rate it ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️, or I guess in my case 🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “restless”. We’re back with the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Athena has quite a bit on her plate at the moment. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Athena rubbed her brow as she sat up and shuffled the papers on her desk. On the upside, she more than likely would have her place to herself by the time she got off work. True, Juliet wouldn’t make it easy for Ares. The god of war would have to beg and grovel to win her back.
But that was the thing. He’d win her back. They were so deep in love there was no doubt she’d go back to him. And now they had a little one to share that love with. And knowing the love they shared made her restless. Her brother was a grade-A asshole and found his happily ever after. Was she ever going to find hers? She growled under her breath. It wasn’t going to happen within the walls of the Pentagon. She reached over and flipped off her computer. She stacked up the last few stray sheets of paper on her desk. Maybe she’d go get a drink while the lovebirds vacated her place. She stopped as her gaze landed on a form. She studied the last checkoff form for the newest fighter jet the Air Force had purchased. Sleek, stealthy and fast, it called out to the war goddess in her. She scanned the sheet to find where it was and smiled when she read the location. It was housed just a few miles away. “Screw the bar. Let’s take this baby for a spin,” she muttered to herself as she dropped the form on the pile. Scooping up her keys and purse, she made a beeline for the door without so much as a goodbye to anyone in her department. * * * * There were a few perks to being a goddess. Believe it or not, living for eternity wasn’t one of them. However, tinkering with mortal things like the flight schedules for billion dollar fighter jets was without a doubt worth it. Athena zipped up her jumpsuit then picked up her helmet. She did teach herself to fly. She didn’t use her powers to navigate it. It fed the fire inside her when she gripped the controls and took flight. It was the closest she came to being back on Olympus. She nodded to a passing pilot as she strode down the corridor towards the hanger. A grin slowly spread across her lips as the jet came into sight. Flight crews scrambled to prepare it for flight. She bet they were shocked the had to get it ready in the first place. Funny the things that happen when gods get involved. She climbed up to the cockpit and settled into the seat. One by one she flipped the controls on as she felt the slow crawl of the plane being pushed to the runway. “Alright, beautiful,” she murmured. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “puzzle”. We’re back with the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Athena has quite a bit on her plate at the moment. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Athena shook her head. “It’s not my place, Ares.”
Ares set the box on her desk then sat back in his chair. “No, Athena. You opened the can of worms. Spill. What is going on with Juliet?” Athena sighed as she mimicked her half brother. “She came to me in tears. After I talked to Freddy, I told her the truth. How did she respond? She threw up all over my rug. Ever since all she does is vomit, sleep and complain about being achy.” Ares eyes widened in alarm. “Whatever you did to change her from a vampire to a nymph is failing.” Athena wagged a finger at him. “I thought that at first but no. There is a perfectly reasonable explanation.” Ares just stared at her, his brow creased in confusion. Athena shook her head again and continued. “Come on, bro. Put the puzzle pieces together. It’s not that hard.” “Athena, I’m not in the mood for games. Just spit it out.” “You’re going to be a daddy. Again. Try not to fuck this one up like you did the others, okay?” Ares gaped at her, his mouth dropping open at her news. She watched his jaw as he concentrated closing it for it to fall back again. “Are you certain?” “She’s peed on a stick. It came back positive. We haven’t gone from there.” “Huh.” Athena leaned over her desk towards him. “Ares, she is still my nymph. If you hurt her or that baby physically or break her heart, I will rip you apart.” He sat forward in his chair until he nearly met her nose to nose. “Athena, I have never loved anyone like I love Juliet. I wanted to get her pregnant while she was still a vampire but she didn’t want to curse our child. Now to find out she is carrying my baby, I’m torn between stealing her away to a high priced hotel room to celebrate or just taking her home and kissing her lips and her belly until my mouth is numb.” Athena skewed her face up in disgust. “Yeah. Keep your plans to yourself. But you’re happy?” “Ecstatic. Overjoyed. Beyond the moon. I love this little one more than my existence and I haven’t even met them yet.” Athena slumped back in her chair and waved her hand towards the door. “Good. Go get your girlfriend out of my loft. And act surprised when she tells you, alright?” Ares rose to his feet. “Of course, Sis. Thank you for watching out for her. I appreciate it.” “You’re welcome. I’d appreciate it if you used the door…” Before she could finish, Ares disappeared. The rest of her words fell on an empty room. “Like a normal human being. Which you’re not. You’re a god.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week is a picture prompt. We’re back with the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Athena has quite a bit on her plate at the moment. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Athena glanced past him out the door of her office. Those under her bustled around completely oblivious of her new visitor. She scowled at him as she willed the door shut with a bang.
“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded. “Can’t I visit my favorite half-sister?” he countered. “You haven’t before.” Her eyes raked over his slacks, suit coat and linen shirt with the top two buttons undone. “Thanks for not dressing like a slob like you usually do.” “It’s not for you.” “Picking up another waitress, huh?” Ares glared at her. “Don’t. Freddy already told me that he explained everything to you. I didn’t want her to kiss me. She’s fucking lucky I didn’t snuff her pathetic life out right there.” “Such a charmer, Ares.” Athena snapped her fingers to summon her knife to her. It wiggled a couple times before it was freed and flew through the air into her hand. She tucked it away in its sheath. Ares plucked at a couple pieces of lint on his jacket then smoothed the fabric. The god of war actually looked anxious. “How is Juliet? Is she okay?” Athena cocked her head at him. “Is that who you’re dressed up for? I told you if you hurt her that I’d kick your ass.” “I’m here to bring her home.” “Good luck with that.” “She’s mine, Athena.” “She’s a strong willed nymph. She’s going to tell you to fuck off.” “Not with a dozen roses and this.” He slipped a box out of his inside pocket of his coat and opened it. The beautiful heart shaped stone pendant on a chain twinkled with a mystical light.“You should give her a ring,” Athena muttered as she studied the necklace. “What the hell do you mean?” he questioned.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We’re back with the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Athena has quite a bit on her plate at the moment *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Freddy calmed explained what happened before Athena could demand Ares whereabouts. The ring girl and a waitress plotted the whole thing. They seemed to be angry Ares was off the market. The ring girl forced herself on Ares when she got the signal from the waitress that Juliet was coming.
Ares wanted to destroy both of them. Freddy had never seen the god so furious in all his life. Freddy was able to talk Ares down to just firing them. Killing them would risk revealing who Ares really was and the modern world wasn’t ready for that. Since then, the god of war ghosted where he was so he could be left alone. Athena searched Freddy’s mind and heart for the truth. She was a goddess. She could do that. By the little grin he gave her, she could guess he knew she was doing just that. Every word he spoke to her was true. There wasn’t the hint of deceit even when Freddy confessed he had no idea where his boss was. Athena hoped Ares would be pissed enough to create some kind of chaos. She would if she were set up like that by someone she thought she trusted. Nope. Nothing. Her brother must have been sulking in his cave instead or lord knows where. He wasn’t at the club or at her place making things right with his lover. Athena went home to an inconsolable Juliet and explained. She thought the nymph would be relieved with the news and get the hell out of her apartment so she could have some peace. Instead Juliet vomited all over her new, very expensive maize corn colored rug. Juliet’s condition didn’t change over the next few days. She was tired. She was irritable and she couldn’t keep anything down. It baffled Juliet. Nymphs didn’t get sick. They were immortal. Was Athena’s work to change Juliet from an vampire unraveling? It took a particularly nasty text from Athena’s step-mother, Hera, for the light bulb to go off in her head. Cursing out the goddess of home and hearth made her think briefly about family and how fucked up hers was. She hurried off to the drugstore to confirm her suspicions. How was her brother going to handle this news? “Penny for your thoughts?” The voice startled Athena. She jumped, flinging the knife into the nearest wall on accident as she tried to steady herself in her chair. She glared at Ares as he gave her an impish smile.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! I’ve been gone for a bit but now I’m back. This excerpt is the start of the second book of The Gods of DC Series. I don’t want to give much away so here goes! *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  The mountains of paperwork were starting to remind her of home.
Athena stared at the piles as she heaved out a sigh. When did some mere mortal decide that battle should be reports, statistics and forms to be filed in triplicate? Shouldn’t they have clued the goddess of war in on this one? Recreating Olympus on her desk wasn’t her idea of a productive afternoon. She nudged her dress skirt up to her hip then slipped her favorite blade from the leather sheath strapped around her thigh. She balanced the knife between her index fingers as she pondered. All of this? All her misery? It was her half brother’s fault. Ares was so busy playing house with his vampire-turned-nymph lover, Juliet, that he failed to fuel hatred and aggression between warring factions. There were a few talking peace. She couldn’t very well incite her favorite generals into battle plans if there was no war to fight. So instead of war, she was writing reports. She hated reports with the passion of a thousand burning suns. She slumped back in her office chair as she gazed at the silver glint of the blade. If the fact that she was the most bored she’d ever been in the infinity she walked this planet wasn’t bad enough, she now had a houseguest. She could thank her asshole brother for that too. Well, him and the naked ring girl Juliet found him liplocked with in his office. The poor nymph arrived on the doorstep of Athena’s loft in tears blubbering the news. Athena was the one who saved Juliet moments before she was incinerated by the sunrise. Athena was the one who defied her father, Zeus’s, orders to kill Juliet and changed her into a nymph just like Ares wanted. And it was Athena who promised to kick Ares’s ass if he hurt her. After a night of take out Chinese food and pints of expensive ice cream, Athena left a sleeping Juliet to go have it out with her sibling. She took a moment to sense Ares then took off on the warpath. He was at his temple that doubled as his fight club. Maybe once Athena was done with him she could teach a lesson to the little slut involved with this mess. Freddy, Ares’s high priest and club manager, met her in the doorway of the club. He escorted her inside personally and offered her a shot or two of her favorite rum. She smiled. She always liked Freddy. She should have snapped up his family before Ares did. Had she known he would have been born she certainly would have. |
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