THE HEART OF WAR
This couple will haunt you long after you have finished reading their tale.
by BTS eMag, Lori Zalewski
Darling masterfully blends his Greek God of War traits--strong, dominant, violent, and moody--with an incredibly sexy and passionate lover. In the end, she creates a hero to die for.
4 Stars -
steamy romance, gut churning violence, heart pumping action
by Literal Addiction, Michelle Olsen
an action packed thrill ride full of twists and turns and surprises you'd never see coming.
Ares is a giant ass, he lives up to his reputation of the god of war.
by Paranormal Haven, Athenna
The bedroom scenes are very hot and steamy it will leave you wanting more.f
Ms. Darling displays fearlessness in her writing that many readers may appreciate.
by In'DTale eMag
The Heart of War is a heart-pounding, roller-coaster ride of a story for those readers craving something dark and edgy.
Alena's fingers wound the rest of the way down his inviting body to the hard shaft between his legs that protruded upward past his belly button toward his washboard stomach and that masculine patch of hair on his chest. The tool wielded by the God of War was beyond anything she had seen even in the pornography she sometimes watched when she lived in Boston alone at night in her bedroom. She could hardly believe she'd had it all inside of her and could have begged for more. "Say you're mine." Even if it is just for tonight, please, please, please... "Say you're mine." Long, soft fingers wrapped around the bulging shaft and the God of War let out a heated sigh as she began to pump him, her lips hovering just over him making the heat between them moist with her breath.
Looking down at her, he smiled a little bit realizing the dominant had suddenly become the submissive and was glad for it. "I am helpless before you, woman."
Alena licked away the saliva beginning to ooze from the corners of her mouth. She bent her head and took him into her mouth as far as she dared. Ares grunted and pounded the sand at his sides as her tongue danced around him and her hand pumped his hot shaft coaxing it further and further down her slender throat. The taste was divine, the feel of it, like granite wrapped in silk. It slid over her tongue, down her throat, and all she wanted was more. The hands in the sand grabbed the sides of her head and his firm hips rose high in the air to meet her mouth and stayed there, hovering, waiting, anticipating, the release of the pressure building up within and eruption to follow.
First, the God of War froze from head to toe, he let out a howl as his eyes rolled back in his head and he bolted to a half sitting position.
The eruption that accompanied the wanton howl seemed to rain down in buckets of warm cherries. Not wanting to waste what he was so kind as to give her, Alena took down as much as she could letting the intriguing taste linger on her tongue. No other man tasted like cherries. Most of them were salty as the ocean and smelled as fowl at the bottom of a deep bog. Not Ares. Like the touch and the scent of him, the taste left her wanting more.
One moment sitting half upright, frozen in place and bathed in sweat, the next Ares collapsed to the sand, gasped for breath and began to shake uncontrollably. Looking up at him, Alena became frightened. "My Love?" She asked as she slithered up him and pushed the hair away from his sweaty brow. "My Love?"
"The things you do to me, woman. It is I who is glad you washed ashore on my island." Grabbing the back of her head, he brought her down for another long passionate kiss.