"When a Moon Goddess Meets a Hockey Player Brace for Sizzling Hot and Hearty Sex"
Reviewed by Diana Troldahl
Posted November 24, 2011
Romance Paranormal
Lucy (Lusna) Aster, Etruscan Goddess of the Moon had felt
her powers fading over the centuries. Still, she managed to
gather tendrils of energy from her remaining worshipers,
particularly the wolf-changing lucani and
redistribute it as best she could, with healing and
protection spells. For herself, she stole two or three
evenings a week to watch minor-league hockey, and in
particular the Railers Brandon Stevenson. She did not
usually go for eteri(humans) but there was something
about watching his sweaty form powering over the ice that
called to her viscerally, that got her blood pumping and her
breathe coming short with a strength she hadn't felt in
centuries.
Hockey player Brandon Stevenson noticed the lusciously
formed brunette in the stands pretty much the first game he
played with the Railers. As a season ticket holder she
attended every match and he grew to count on looking toward
her seats to catch her smile and see her cheering for him.
More than that, he felt a growing desire to meet her, to
touch her and see what could grow from the sparks he felt
across the arena. At last the day came when he was able to
track her using property records to a bar she owned in a
remote township on an unnamed meandering road. As he settled
in for a drink among the rather odd patrons she got up on
stage to sing. Each note made his need for her stronger and
strengthened his determination not to leave without getting
to know her better. A lot better.
In this second in the Forgotten Goddesses series, Charun the
Etruscan God of the Underworld is still hunting the weakened
goddesses to take their power and escape into the upper
world. Lucy being a tough and take-no-prisoners kind of
broad isn't nearly as worried about what may happen to her
as Tessa was, her focus is much more on the fate of her
worshippers as her power fades and on the inexplicable
connection she feels with Brandon. In book two Stephanie
Julian has crafted her story mostly around Lucy and
Brandon's intense romantic relationship with generous
helpings of sizzling hot and hearty sex. In HOW TO WORSHIP
A GODDESS there are not as many action scenes as in the
first in the series, What a Goddess Wants, but those
that are there are thrilling and well-timed, just as
powerful as in the first book. Book three, Goddess in the
Middle is due out Sumer 2012, and from a glimpse of the
cover promises to bring the sexual tension to an entirely
new level. I can't wait!
SUMMARY
HE'S EXACTLY WHAT SHE'S ALWAYS WANTED, AND SHE UNLEASHES
HIM LIKE A FORCE OF NATURE... Lucy was once the beloved Goddess of the Moon, and she could
have any man she wanted. But these days, the goddesses of
the Etruscan pantheon are all but forgotten. The only
rituals she enjoys now are the local hockey games, where one
ferociously handsome player still inflames her divine blood... Brandon Stevenson is one hundred percent focused on the
game, until he looks up and sees a celestial beauty sitting
in the third row. A man could surely fall hard for a
distraction like that...
Excerpt"Will you be at the game tonight?"
Lucy opened her eyes to look at Brandon, lying on his
stomach next to her on her bed, his head pillowed on his
crossed arms.
After that last bout in the living room, he’d cradled
her against his chest and carried her back upstairs. She’d
fallen asleep in his arms and woken to find him staring
down at her.
She hadn’t done that in years, fallen asleep with a man
in her bed. It just never happened, mainly because she
didn’t have sex in this bed. Not since she’d moved here.
She wondered what Brandon would say if she told him
where and how she’d been having sex. Would he believe her?
She knew he still didn’t truly believe she was a goddess.
And really, what normal eteri would?
"Can I ask you something, Brandon?"
His eyes narrowed for a brief second before he pushed
himself up onto one elbow and rested his head on his
hand. "Sure."
"Do you believe in electricity?"
He didn’t react immediately, just stared at her with an
intensity she recognized from watching him play. She knew
he was weighing his answer carefully. Brandon was known on
the ice as an enforcer with a wicked right hook, but the
man also had a blazing slapshot, quick skates and a mind
that was always three steps ahead of the play.
Why he wasn’t a star in the NHL was a mystery she’d
never understand.
"Yeah, I believe in electricity."
"When I was…" Created? Came into being? Spontaneously
appeared? "…young, electricity would have been viewed as
magic. And really, what is electricity except harnessed
power, yes? Magic is merely another way to harness power."
Nodding, he held her gaze. "I understand the theory
behind magic. Hell, I have an aunt back home who makes
potions from weeds that’ll cure whatever ails you. Last
night, you touched my shoulder and now it doesn’t hurt. I
believe you did that."
"But you don’t believe I’m a goddess."
His expression didn’t change one bit. "I didn’t say
that."
Heat began to gather in her belly. A furious, vicious
heat that wanted her to snarl and rage at him. But on its
heels was a more sober threat. Tears.
And Lusna, the Etruscan Goddess of the Moon, didn’t do
tears.
"What time do you need to be at the arena for the game?"
He gave an almost imperceptible flinch that let her know
he’d correctly interpreted her question.
"You know," he said, his tone calm, almost amused, "I
could play stupid and just answer the question. I could
play the dumb hockey grunt and ignore the fact that you
want me to leave now."
"I didn’t say—"
"But I don’t play those games. Hell, I don’t even play
games on the ice. Out there, it’s a battle but there’s
always a winner. If you tell me you’re not playing mind
games with me, then I’m gonna take you at your word. Now,
you tell me you’re an Etruscan goddess," he took a deep
breath and released it before continuing, "well, then, I
guess until someone can prove otherwise, I have no cause to
doubt you."
That cold ball of rage died a fast death. Could it truly
be that easy?
No, nothing was ever that easy. Men—no matter if they
were gods or mortals—would tell a woman whatever she wanted
to hear if it advanced his cause. Or got him laid.
She forced a smile that made his gaze narrow on
hers. "I’m glad to hear it. And yes, of course I’ll be at
the game."
It took him a few seconds, but Brandon finally nodded
and rolled off the bed and walked across the room to
retrieve his clothes from the chair she’d set them on last
night.
She didn’t say anything, just enjoyed the show as
Brandon moved naked across the room. The play of muscles in
his thighs and ass was enough to make her mouth water.
At thirty-five, he still had the body of a twenty-year-
old. And he got it the natural way. He hadn’t been born
with it, as had the gods she knew.
No, he earned those muscles on the ice and at the gym.
Hard, physical activity that sculpted his body into a work
of art.
His scars merely added to the appeal. Even his crooked
nose appealed to her in a way nothing ever had. What was it
about his man that set her on fire?
And what would she have to do to douse the flames when
it came time to get rid of him?
Dressed in his shirt and boxers, Brandon returned to the
side of the bed, carrying his jeans. He stopped to stare
down at her, heat and a promise in his gaze.
"I knew you weren’t there last night, you know." He
pulled his jeans up his muscular legs. "Not that it’s your
fault, but I knew something was wrong. I was off my game
all night."
She knew his injury had been her fault. She nodded as he
zipped his jeans. "You were and I’m sorry. But I was in the
arena, just not in my regular seat."
She didn’t think she could live with herself if
something else, something worse, happened to him.
Wipe his memories, you idiot. And do it right this time.
The conversation with Tessa and Cal played through her
head again. She truly wasn’t worried about Charun coming
after her. She didn’t think he’d have the nerve.
But what if he did? What if Charun sent one of his
demons to get her? What happened if Brandon got between her
and tukhulkha demons? He’d be hurt. He was eteri. He didn’t
have the power to protect against what one of those fiends
could throw at him.
She would need all of her powers to protect herself. But
she knew if Brandon was in danger, she would protect him at
her own expense.
Ugh, when did you become such a sap?
Damn it, she wasn’t. If Charun came after her, she
didn’t want Brandon anywhere near her. Or any of her
lucani, for that matter. But all she could think about was
when she would see Brandon next.
Wipe his memory.
Her chest tightened as she stared up at him. She
couldn’t do it. And not only because the sun had spilled
over the horizon, severely limiting her powers. But she
just didn’t want to.
"Babe, don’t even think about it." Fully dressed now,
Brandon leaned down and planted a hard kiss on her lips.
She really shouldn’t melt every time he touched her. But
she couldn’t help herself when he kissed her or caressed
her—hell, all he had to do was look at her and her entire
body surrendered.
She opened to him as his arms wrapped around her and his
tongue slipped into her mouth, cutting off any reply she
might have thought about making. With no visible effort, he
lifted her off the bed and against his body. She let him
kiss her, allowed his hand to roam over her naked body,
palming her breasts and tweaking the nipples before
smoothing down her back to cup her ass and press her mound
against that firm ridge in his jeans.
He kissed her until she wrapped her legs around his
waist and tilted into him, her sex wet and aching for him
again. When she moaned and tilted her head to make him kiss
her even deeper, he pulled away and set her back on the
bed. Then he looked straight into her eyes.
"If you take my memories, I will turn up here again
tonight. And when I figure out what you did, again, I might
just think you don’t want me."
He slipped a hand between her legs, stroked her wet lips
and tweaked her clit until she shuddered .
"And I know that’s not true." He kissed her one last
time then headed toward the door. When he got there, he
stopped, turned and flashed her a quick smile.
"Wait for me after the game. I’ll tell Chester the guard
to expect you."
She shook her head and he was about to argue when she
said, "Why don’t we just plan to meet here after the game?
Is that okay with you?"
He couldn’t stop smiling. "Absolutely. I’ll see you
later. And don’t miss warm-up."
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Comments
1 comment posted.
Re: When a Moon Goddess Meets a Hockey Player Brace for Sizzling Hot and Hearty Sex
I can not wait for this book to be released. It looks to be even better than the first one in the series, and that one was outstanding...!
(Mickey McCall 1:05am November 26, 2011)
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