Fantasy Lover Ebook

Fantasy Lover Ebook

An Ancient Greek Legend

Possessed of supreme strength and of unrivaled courage, he was blessed by the gods, feared by mortals, and desired by all women who saw him. He was a man who knew no law, respected no quarter. His skill in battle and his superior intellect rivaled the very names of Achilles, Odysseus, and Heracles, and 'twas written that not even the mighty
Ares himself could ever defeat him in arms.

As if the gift of the mighty War God wasn't enough, 'twas also said that on his birth, the goddess Aphrodite kissed his cheek, and secured his place forever in mortal memory. Blessed by Aphrodite's divine touch, he grew into such a man that no woman could deny him her body. For when it came to the Art of Love, he knew no equal—his stamina far beyond that of any mere mortal man. His desires hot and wild, he could never be tamed.


The Stolen Princess Ebook

The Stolen Princess Ebook

The Stolen Princess

A Soldier’s Desire
She lifted her fist to swing at him and he caught her hand in his. At that moment the moon came out from behind the clouds, flooding the cliff top—and the woman’s face—with clear, silvery light.

Gabriel had had the breath knocked out of him a dozen times. Each time he’d thought he was dying.

 He’d been kicked in the head by a horse once. It had scrambled his wits for a while.

And a couple of times in his life he’d been so drunk that he’d lost all sense of time and place.

 Seeing her face in the moonlight was like all of those rolled into one. And more. Gabe’s breathing stopped. He forgot how to speak. He was unable to think. He could only stare. And stare. And stare.

 She had the sweetest face he’d ever seen, round and sweet and sad and somehow…right, framed by a cloud of dark, wavy hair. An angel come to earth. With the most kissable mouth in the world.

 She gazed back at him. Her eyes were beautiful, he thought, eyes a man could happily drown in. He wondered what color they were.

 “Release me this instant!” the angel snapped, and Gabriel’s breath came back in a great whoosh of air. The angel was very, very human. And very, very frightened.

 Praise for Anne Gracie
“Enchanting…Pure magic turning every page. If you haven’t already discovered the romances of Anne Gracie, search for them. You’ll be so glad you did. She’s a treasure.”

—Fresh Fiction