“Medusa” Birthday Bash Tour
By Sasha Summers
Blog Tour Media Kit
April 19 – May 12
It's said love can change a person. Medusa wasn't always a monster...
Medusa is ruled by duty, to her Titan father and the Goddess Athena. She's no room for the tenderness her warrior guard, Ariston, stirs. When Olympus frees her from service, her heart leads her into the arms of the guard she loves... and curses her as the creature with serpent locks.
Ariston goes to war with a full heart... and dreadful foreboding. He learns too late of the danger Medusa faces, alone, and a Persian blade sends him into the Underworld. But death, curses, nor the wrath of the Gods will keep him from returning to her.
Poseidon will use Greece's war to get what he wants: Medusa. He does not care that she belongs to another. He does not care that she will be damned. He is a God, an Olympian, and she will be his.
He pulled the wet fabric from her, pressing her to him. As their skin touched, a hoarse gasp caught in her throat. The sound pleased him.
“I would hear you, wife, and know that I bring you pleasure.” He regarded her face as her eyes found his.
“There are no words…” her voice trembled, the faintest of whispers.
He clasped her face and kissed her, losing himself to the feel of her.
His hand grasped her hip while his body tightened. Her legs parted in invitation and he moved between them. She moaned as he joined her body, making them one. Once again, his attempt at a gentle union was lost.
He pushed into her, sliding deep. Her cry caused him a moment’s hesitation.
But the look on her face showed him the truth of it. Pleasure was teasing his lady. And he would help her find it.
Her hands clung to his back as he lifted her hips and fit her more firmly against him. He moved, watching her tremble and flush beneath him. Her breathing tore from her, her breasts shuddering as her chest rose and fell with her rampant breathing.
When her eyes opened and met his, a cry tore from her lips. Her body tightened and convulsed, and still she cried out.
He felt each quiver, each spasm, buried as he was deep within her. And her release forced him over the edge. He moaned as his body stiffened – one long heated contraction of ecstasy – as he filled his wife.
His passion left him trembling upon her. He lifted himself, to lessen her burden, but her leg tightened about his hips.
“I’ll crush you, love,” he whispered in her ear.
“I won’t mind,” she assured him, breathing heavily still.
He looked down at her with a smile on his face. “I would mind. I would keep you safe and happy.”
“Keep me here as I am…joined with you,” her voice was husky as her eyes met his.
Her love for him sparkled in her huge blue eyes, dazzling him with its simple truth. His voice was raw, “I am favored by the Gods, my lady, to have you.”
“As am I, to have you as my lord and husband.” Her fingers traced his jaw.
“I please you, then?” he teased softly. He shifted, sliding from her to lie at her side.
She frowned at him, making him laugh.
He could not tear his eyes from her, but watched as she tilted her face towards him and let her leg slip down, as if exhausted. “You do… I did not know such pleasure existed.”
His hand found hers and he lifted it. He kissed the tip of each of her fine white fingers before pressing another to her palm. “What would my lady wife want of this day?”
She smiled at him. “This. Only this.”
Sasha is part gypsy. Born June 9, 1974, stories have always played an important role in her life. Her passions have always been storytelling, Hollywood, history, and travel. It’s no surprise that her books include a little of each. Her first play, ‘Greek Gods and Goddesses’ was written for her Girl Scout troupe. She’s been writing ever since. She loves getting lost in the worlds and characters she creates; even if she frequently forgets to run the dishwasher or wash socks when she’s doing so. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and supportive.