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\"Hades<\/a><\/p>\n

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Title:<\/strong> Hades: Modern Descendants<\/p>\n

Author:<\/strong> Elda Lore<\/p>\n

Genre:<\/strong> Paranormal Romance<\/p>\n

Release Date:<\/strong> October 24<\/p>\n

\"Goodreads\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Synopsis\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome to Hell.\u201d<\/p>\n

Persephone Fields is just an average girl: beloved daughter and loyal friend. One night decides her Fate, when the prince of The Underworld becomes her savior and her kidnapper.<\/p>\n

Hades has lived centuries in darkness and sin. When he decides to save the blonde goddess, he doesn\u2019t consider the ramifications of his decision to bring her into his realm.<\/p>\n

Two worlds divided struggle to find friendship in a history of family discord beyond their control. When attraction blurs the line, questions result in choices of love or loyalty.<\/p>\n

A modern twist of the classic myth: Hades and Persephone, this version incorporates the sensual tension of opposites divided by contemporary humanity and mythical underworlds. Also reminiscent of Romeo and Juliet, this is a love story ripe with desire.<\/p>\n

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\nAuthor\u2019s note: This book contains scenes of sexual intimacy.<\/p>\n

Welcome to the alter ego world of L.B. Dunbar.<\/p>\n

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I received this book from the author for an honest review.<\/p>\n

I was super excited to give this new paranormal a try.\u00a0 I am a paranormal lover and so the thought of a new word to fall in love with made my heart happy.\u00a0 I will say that any mythology lovers will also be excited and should give this a try because it is right up their ally as well.<\/p>\n

I loved the fresh new take on this mythological story.\u00a0 Persephone and Hades.\u00a0 We all know their story but now we are getting the next generation of the curse.\u00a0 Hades Jr and the new version of Persephone.\u00a0 They have an undeniable attraction and their love story is amazing.\u00a0 I giggled a time or two at the jealousy that each felt \u2026him to Tripper asking her to come with him and her with the scent of the skank from the club on his skin\u2026.but we can see their want and love showing.<\/p>\n

I felt like this book is really 2 stories\u2026them falling in love and against the odds in Hell and then story 2 is them finding each other again on Earth.\u00a0 Can I say how much I LOVED Hades and his heart.\u00a0 He wants the best for Persephone even if it is not with him and that my friends is why he is the top of my book boyfriends list.\u00a0 His never ending desire to please her even if it made him miserable.<\/p>\n

There were so many scenes that stole my heart and so many times I had a tear in the corner of my eye.\u00a0 Give this book a try if you are not a fan of paranormal because it is truly a great read.<\/p>\n

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\"Excerpt\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Was this a dream?<\/p>\n

What was this strange beast we rode?<\/p>\n

Who was this strange man behind me?<\/p>\n

Could this be happening? Was I destined for a fate worse than the creep at the river?<\/p>\n

The only thing keeping me from full-blown panic was when I recalled he had saved me, and the fact that his fingers were woven through my hair, as if trying to protect me from the rain. Suddenly bone tired, my eyes drifted shut in despair. My hands ached. My feet cut. My heart raced while the bike below me vibrated between my thighs. My stomach dipped as the bike catapulted toward the river. The front wheeled up and my captor yelled: \u201cMORPH!\u201d Metal tore apart as the head of the stallion reappeared. We hit the riverbed with a hardly thump, pitching us both forward as the rear of the horse returned. The result rose us up several feet. I lurched forward then sprang upward like a bobblehead toy. My head knocked his shoulder and an arm encircled my waist to steady my body. I was pressed back against a firm chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere in hell are we going?\u201d I yelled over the splashing hooves and thudding rain.<\/p>\n

\u201cExactly,\u201d he shouted next to my ear.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHell,\u201d he barked. My neck twisted and it caught his nose. He sniffed my hair above my ear. I spun further, my brows pinching, my eyes questioning. Those cobalt gems remained forward, focused. His face was a mask, stone-looking and bluish. Glancing down at the hand flat against my stomach, his nails were black and pointed, almost like talons or claws. Sensing my appraisal, he clenched his fingers into a fist, but it caught my thin tank and scratched against my belly. I cried out. Instantly, his hand removed from me and I noted the now shredded appearance of my shirt. I quivered again in fear, convinced death awaited me. My shoulders hunched forward in reaction to the sharp scrape.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy apologies.\u201d His formality sounded ancient and strange. My first glance would have placed him roughly the age of Tripper, but the cadence of his voice sounded years older. Thoughts of Tripper shifted to Swanson and Veva.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy friends are waiting for me.\u201d The statement seemed weak. \u201cThey\u2019ll call the police, but I won\u2019t tell anyone what happened, if you just take me back. No one would believe all this anyway.\u201d Doubt for my own sanity crept through my brain.<\/p>\n

\u201cI cannot.\u201d This man was clearly on a mission, and it was taking me in the opposite direction of home. While he\u2019d been my savior in one instance, I suddenly realized he was a captor in another.<\/p>\n

Ready to protest, or plea for my life, my voice faltered as a large building loomed before us. The entire structure stood black, metallic and foreboding. Not a single light shown from its glassy windows. The rain subsiding, water trickled down its sleek sides, like snakes writhing in escape. We headed for a tunnel ahead arched in limestone block. What should have been white brick was dark and dank looking, wet from the sudden storm and encased in crushed mud. We slipped under the arch, my captor ducking his head. Chilly air surrounded us. His breath brushed over my cool skin, enhancing the sudden cold. It was as if he\u2019d eaten ice cream, his mouth frozen and exhaling to tease me. His grim face and clenched jaw proved he wasn\u2019t kidding. Our faces were so close we nearly rubbed cheeks. If he turned his head, he\u2019d kiss my jaw. My mouth watered at the disturbing thought.<\/p>\n

The horse slowed, prancing wildly as his nostrils flared and his flanks spread from the excursion of a hard run.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhoa, Killer,\u201d my captor soothed. \u201cHome, boy.\u201d Home? \u201cWhat is he?\u201d I asked instead, staring down at the mane of the creature that evidently was more than a horse.<\/p>\n

\u201cUp,\u201d The horse\u2019s master called out, ignoring my question. The gate rose, methodically slow, into the heavy stone above it. Sharp points on the ends accentuated the frightening structure that screamed stay away, danger lives behind here. I gripped the horse\u2019s mane harder in my fists, finding no comfort in the coarse hair as I typically would in my own horse, Greece.<\/p>\n

What was this place? One moment I faced a modern skyscraper, but in this tunnel a heavy gate stood guard like you\u2019d see as the barrier to a castle dungeon or a hidden lair. My eyes scanned the moist cement walls, dripping with condensation. Gate barely risen, we ducked under the iron structure. It fell instantly with a clanking thud behind us. Echoing off the stone corridor, the sound solidified my imprisonment. I was trapped. Once the noise settled, a new one arose. We cantered up an incline, exiting the river enough that only a thin layer of water trickled over the stone flooring. A second sound echoed down the walls: a moan, a whimper, a sharp cry. What was that noise? I tilted my head as if I could distinguish it better. Its intensity grew as we pressed forward.<\/p>\n

A moan, a whimper, a sharp cry.<\/em>
\n\u201cWhat is that?\u201d I questioned. My voice, barely a whisper, trailed off. The sounds increased.<\/p>\n

A moan, a whimper, a sharp cry. Then a wail. <\/em><\/p>\n

I spun into the rider behind me and ducked my head. Pressing my cheek firmly against my savior-captor, my fists rose and clenched his open hoodie, soaked through like me.<\/p>\n

A moan, a whimper, a sharp cry, a deepening wail. <\/em><\/p>\n

My eyes pinched shut and I pressed harder into his chest. The hand that had scraped me released the reins, then rubbed hesitantly up my back. I peeked up at him as his tender touch surprised me. His hair was swept back in our haste through the rain. His face illuminated in the darkness of this cavernous space, that bluish tint reflected from intermittent torches. A scar curled from his forehead to his jaw near his hairline. Another scar crossed his strangely dark blue lips: a perfect line from nose to chin cut both curves. His jaw clenched in concentration. The moan, whimper, and sharp cry murmured throughout the cavern, calling and responding from all sections in a dull volley, and pulled me away from my observation. The elongated sound of each vibrated almost sensually throughout the tunnel. A sharp cry caught my breath as we drew near the end of the tunnel. I sat up straighter and inhaled. The stench was a mix of saltwater, fish, and rot. The irony\u2014this was Nebraska. I shifted to question my fellow rider and without a word escaping my lips, he answered.<\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome to Hell.\u201d<\/p>\n

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ONLY 99\u00a2 FOR A LIMITED TIME<\/strong><\/h1>\n

AMAZON<\/a> * B&N<\/a> * KOBO<\/a> * iBOOKS<\/a><\/strong><\/h1>\n

\"About<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Elda\"<\/a><\/p>\n

A writer of mythical worlds in modern times, I’m the alter ego of contemporary romance author, L.B. Dunbar.<\/p>\n

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