Guest Blog by Stephanie Julian, author of Goddess in the Middle (Forgotten Goddesses)
I’m a huge mythology fan so when I realized that GODDESS IN THE MIDDLE, the third book in the Forgotten Goddesses series, was going to be a ménage, I knew I had to come up with two strong men.
Amity, the Etruscan Goddess of Health, is being chased by the minions of Charun, God of the Underworld, who wants to consume her powers so he can break free of the underworld.
She’s going to need all the help she can get to beat Charun. She’s not exactly built to handle an attack by blue-skinned demons with razor-sharp teeth and claws. She’s a healer, not a fighter.
Enter cousins Remy and Rom. They’re actually tracking the demon that’s after Amity and they plan to seduce her so they can be there to catch the demon when it attacks her.
Since I knew I was going to need to two heroes, I didn’t have to look very hard to find the perfect names for my heroes.
Romulus and Remus are the legendary founders of Rome, the sons of a Vestal Virgin and Mars, the God of War (or the demi-god Hercules, depending on who you’re reading). They were raised by a wolf (score! I mean, come on, my heroes are werewolves) and they grew up to become kings.
Okay, so most of the rest of the story isn’t all heroics and glory (we’re talking myth so there’s lots of blood and betrayal and raping and pillaging) but I could ignore all that because I had a great foundation to launch my characters from.
And they really are great guys. Remy and Rom are strong, heroic, loving, loyal and when they decide that Amity is their woman, they give her everything they’ve got. And more.
Here’s a little taste of GODDESS IN THE MIDDLE
“Rom, knock it off.”
Rom turned and found Remy staring at him with stormy eyes and a scowl on his scarred face. Grown men had been known to run the other way when Remy turned that look on them.
Rom glared back at his cousin. “Get dressed before someone sees you, scassacazzo. I don’t want to get stopped by the police with your dick wagging all over the place.”
Remy just raised one brow before he took his sweet time pulling on clothes as Rom buckled Amity into the seat. She seemed to have fallen asleep, which was fine by him.
Dressed, Remy moved forward so he could let his hand stroke along Amity’s disheveled hair.
Rom started the Jeep, wincing at the loud growl from the engine. Vaffanculo, he needed to get this thing tuned up so it didn’t make so damn much noise. Or maybe he’d finally buy a new car since they wouldn’t be battered and bloody so damn much now that they’d killed the demon.
“And there you go again, thinking too damn much.” Remy’s voice held just the right note of sarcasm to fire up Rom’s ire. Remy was the only one who could do that so fast.
Rom prided himself on being relatively calm, cool, and collected during most situations.
Even in a fight, he never let his emotions get the better of him. Remy had enough for both of them.
One of them needed to be thinking ahead to the aftermath. Remy often lost himself in the fight, in the heat of the battle.
Even in the thick of things, Rom was thinking ahead to how to dispose of the bodies.
“It’s a damn good thing one of us actually does think.” Rom deliberately poked at Remy to see what he’d do.
Remy surprised him. He only gave Rom the finger then returned his attention to Amity.
“Why the hell didn’t she tell us who she was?”