Catch me, Darkness. Again and again. The life of a virgin goddess might suit Artemis or Athena, but Persephone, daughter of Zeus, wants no part of it. While the rest of the immortals cavort, she grows restless in the shadow of Olympos. Rules, rules. Always the rules. Her mother’s edict forbids her the company of any male god. She can’t speak to them, can’t look at them. Can’t even attend the Olympian feasts. As far as Demeter knows, her daughter remains a maiden. But Persephone leads a double life. She finds her affection elsewhere, and in plentiful supply. If only the sons of Man made her happy. If only she could put a name to this need she feels. It grows by the day, dark and unfulfilled. An eternity of enforced loneliness looms, and Persephone contemplates a drastic choice to escape it. Only one thing stands in her way. Hades. Where earthquakes rend hill and vale asunder, and the abyss yawns to devour falling screams, the black halls of the Underworld await. The Lord of the Dead follows only one set of rules: his own. And he expects Persephone to obey. Eris Adderly draws you into a spectacular world of dark mythology, where legends bloom with sensual new life and the stories you thought you knew turn out to be just the beginning. This scorching hot romance takes the reader on a journey of discovery and submission, including graphic descriptions of sexual acts, and is intended for mature readers only.

Medousa is Vengeance. Medousa is the Bane of Men. Marble statues appear on the streets where the gorgon hunts down men who would prey on women. If the sons of man will not yield respect, Medousa will teach them to fear. Perseus is the Destroyer. Perseus is the Golden Son. The mercenary son of Zeus seeks no help from his absent sire. He would make his own reputation, without kneeling to beg favor from Olympos. When a tyrant king demands Perseus bring back the head of the gorgon Medousa, the price of failure becomes more than his reputation. More than he can ever hope to bear. Medousa is a daughter of the old gods, fast and sleek and terrible. Against such strength and cunning, what hope could the warrior have? What weapon could strike out faster than the curse of the stone, should Perseus meet her eye? His arrogance appalls her. How dare this son of Olympos set foot on the gorgon’s island? Another hero, come to collect a trophy? Medousa would pitch his stone carcass over the edge of a cliff. But would he learn anything? No. The Bane of Men would have him cower and tremble. She would have him crawl and beg. Medousa will seal this hero’s fate. But first … she will break him. The Mortal Coil is a viper's nest of cruelty, vengeance, and redemption. Mortals avoid the island of the gorgones—like this dark tale, it is no place for the faint of heart. Step foot ashore, but beware: danger lives here. And she does not like trespassers.