Eve Moore is very likely going insane. In one week's time,
she has clear memories of surviving a murderous attack by
her dead husband's mistress, teleporting to another Realm,
learning her best friend isn't human, and uncovering the
existence of trolls, Titans and mythical Gods. If she hadn't
gone off her nut, Eve wouldn't be coming to grips with the
fact that her mother had an affair with an immortal and she
is apparently their love-child.
But since she's getting pretty comfortable with it all, she
figures she's probably strapped down somewhere cold and
antiseptic with drool dribbling down her chin. Except if
she's locked in sanitarium, as she must be, why is she so
damn scared of the God of War who threatens to send her soul
to the Underworld? And why does the mere glance from a
gorgeous man, one that she was tasked to find and return to
Olympus, set fire racing through her veins?
Whether it's reality or lunacy, Eve has no idea, but she is
on one hell of a ride. If only she could get that red-
headed harlot who tried to kill her the first time to cease
and desist on the murder attempts, she could enjoy her
psychosis in peace...