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.