Persephone   A maelstrom of emotions whirled through her—confusion, anger, longing—as she stalked through the Underworld. Souls scurried away. Lamia, the blind snake-woman, hissed venomously. Thanatos and Erebus snickered, elbowing one another. Even Nyx, Hecate, and Cerberus, who were having tea together in the residential cavern, watched her as she went. Each was surprised to see her; she never left the throne room cavern. She didn’t care what any of them thought. Not ...

More than a month had passed since  she had dreamed of Hypnos but every night since, she kept thinking about that kiss. The warmth of his lips and caress of his tongue. The firmness of his body against hers, strong arms wrapped around her. Even thinking about it now, she felt heat building in her core. It was the most intense, ...

Content Warning: Sexual Content   Everything about her was perfect: the softness of her skin, those whimpers that escaped her as he pressed his arousal to her core, the bite of her fingers against his neck as she fought the need to grind against him. That last part was going to be his undoing; he ...

Content Warning: Sexual Content and Graphic Sexual Scenes When Pandora stepped out of the portal into Nyx’s office, her attention snapped to the row of enchanted windows. The view was still her favorite thing, even a month later. The gods didn’t follow the same linear timeline as mortals, so the view was from a distant ...

Hypnos heaved a sigh of relief when he blinked into existence in the open-air atrium of Slumber. A massive fountain sprayed scented water behind him, the sound soothing an ache that had formed in his chest. This was the only place he felt alive. He could function here, able to keep his eyes open for ...

Be there for Persephone…   After everything she had done to Hades, he was firmly on the side that she deserved the isolation. Maybe she would finally understand what Hades went through. Each of the gods that resided in the Underworld had been shunned by the Golden Gods or had simply gotten tired of their elitist bullshit. None endured the ...

A frustrated scream tore from Persephone as she threw the golden vase at the wall, the porcelain fragments shattering to the floor. In all the centuries she’d been trapped here, he always came to tell her good morning. He hadn’t appeared this morning. There had been no apology for his behavior yesterday. He was toying ...

As Hades’ warmth pressed against her bare back, the steady beat of his heart eased her from sleep. Her tresses muffled the soft rumble of his breathing. One arm draped over her hip, fingertips brushing her thigh. Until last night, she’d slept in her bed. Waking up here, with her god pressed against her, was ...

The roar of Hades’ heart was deafening as he reformed in his office. He had never spoken so coldly to Persephone. For so long, he’d been her punching bag, allowing her to berate him for a mistake he’d never meant to make. The story had become so twisted that only they knew the truth.  His ...

It’s written in paint across the west-facing wall of a dilapidated church; the message is cold in the summer heat. I’m anxious as I pace the perimeter. My partner, the former sheriff of El Triunfo, Nico Ros, lies on a chipped pew. His hat sits on his face, but his beard peaks out from the ...