"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! SUMMARYHE'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, heโd cradled
her against his chest and carried her back upstairs. Sheโd
fallen asleep in his arms and woken to find him staring
down at her.
She hadnโt done that in years, fallen asleep with a man
in her bed. It just never happened, mainly because she
didnโt have sex in this bed. Not since sheโd moved here.
She wondered what Brandon would say if she told him
where and how sheโd been having sex. Would he believe her?
She knew he still didnโt 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 didnโt 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 wasnโt a star in the NHL was a mystery sheโd
never understand.
"Yeah, I believe in electricity."
"When I wasโฆ" Created? Came into being? Spontaneously
appeared? "โฆyoung, 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 thatโll cure whatever ails you. Last
night, you touched my shoulder and now it doesnโt hurt. I
believe you did that."
"But you donโt believe Iโm a goddess."
His expression didnโt change one bit. "I didnโt 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, didnโt 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
heโd 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 didnโt sayโ"
"But I donโt play those games. Hell, I donโt even play
games on the ice. Out there, itโs a battle but thereโs
always a winner. If you tell me youโre not playing mind
games with me, then Iโm gonna take you at your word. Now,
you tell me youโre 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. Menโno matter if they
were gods or mortalsโwould 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. "Iโm glad to hear it. And yes, of course Iโll 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 sheโd set them on last
night.
She didnโt 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 hadnโt 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 werenโt there last night, you know." He
pulled his jeans up his muscular legs. "Not that itโs 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 Iโm sorry. But I was in the
arena, just not in my regular seat."
She didnโt 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 wasnโt worried about Charun coming
after her. She didnโt think heโd 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? Heโd be hurt. He was eteri. He didnโt
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 wasnโt. If Charun came after her, she
didnโt 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
couldnโt do it. And not only because the sun had spilled
over the horizon, severely limiting her powers. But she
just didnโt want to.
"Babe, donโt even think about it." Fully dressed now,
Brandon leaned down and planted a hard kiss on her lips.
She really shouldnโt melt every time he touched her. But
she couldnโt help herself when he kissed her or caressed
herโhell, 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 donโt want me."
He slipped a hand between her legs, stroked her wet lips
and tweaked her clit until she shuddered .
"And I know thatโs 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. Iโll tell Chester the guard
to expect you."
She shook her head and he was about to argue when she
said, "Why donโt we just plan to meet here after the game?
Is that okay with you?"
He couldnโt stop smiling. "Absolutely. Iโll see you
later. And donโt miss warm-up."
BOOK SERIESForgotten Goddesses WHAT A GODDESS WANTS
#1.0
โข July 2011
 HOW TO WORSHIP A GODDESS
#2.0
โข December 2011
 GODDESS IN THE MIDDLE
#3.0
โข July 2012
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