Chaos has never been so tempting... To punish humanity for Prometheus' act of stealing sacred fire, Zeus ordered the gods and goddesses of Olympus to create woman. From the earth's clay, they molded Pandora. Zeus gifted her with a jar of evils. Pandora unleashed them. Now in present time, she's determined to atone for that sin. But she can't do it alone, so three sinfully sexy Spartans answer her call. THE REVELATION is the first installment in National Bestselling Author Angelique Armae's new reverse harem series. Being naughty never felt this good... I always knew there was a little something off about myself, but learning on the eve of my twenty-first birthday that I was the personification of Pandora—yes, that Pandora—was more than a bit unsettling. Though it did explain a lot, like the fact I've always felt a lot older than my age and not in a physical sort of way, but in that soul wrenching, deep down in your gut, way. The revelation also explained why I have an unnatural attachment to boxes and jars, including the disposable ones sold in grocery stores. Hell, I can't even go down that aisle without having an orgasm or balling my eyes out. If it has a lid and can hold things, I'm drooling over it. On the plus side, there are five sinfully sexy immortal warriors ready to kiss the ground I walk on. Of course, having protectors means I also have enemies, namely Moros, a daimon of Death that not even Zeus can control. Moros wants me dead as only he or I can control the infamous Pandora's Box and inside it remains Hope. But my box has been lost for ages. Now Moros is on the hunt for it and if he finds it before I do, not only will Hope be doomed, but so too will be my one chance at redemption. Without the box, the evils I've unleashed will never be reined in. \*This is a reverse harem romance with one heroine and three male lovers. Scenes, language, and situations are steamier and a bit darker than in my other books and may not be to the taste of all readers. 18+ only.

THE CHALLENGE is the third installment in National Bestselling Author Angelique Armae’s Pandora’s Harem serial. A hint of Hope… Now that I’m fully entrenched in being Pandora, yes, that Pandora, a revelation that was gifted to me on the eve of my twenty-first birthday, I am challenging Moros, the Greek god of Doom. My three well-muscled Spartans think I’m insane to push the darkest of the gods. Even Moros’s grandmother, the goddess Chaos, is refusing to stir this pot. But I have good reason for my current flight of fantasy. A smashing great potter put her wares on display at a local gallery and lo and behold, one of her vases drew me in. It was a small bit of a thing, just a shiny black urn with two handles made to look like snakes, and a lid that refused to budge. What can I say, I’m history’s most famous imp, of course I tried to pry off the top. All I got in return, however, was a zap that raced up my arm. A spark unlike any I have ever experienced before. Trust me, this was different. Plus, there is the matter of that strange mist that suddenly appeared beneath the vase’s surface, swirling about and giving rise to a colorful blend of blues, pinks, and salmon-hued clouds moving beneath the urn’s glossy glaze. I’m pretty sure no one else witnessed the revelation. So, I did the only natural thing Pandy the Imp could do—I purchased the urn, agreeing to come back after the show ended to pick up my little gift. Getting my hands on it permanently is a must as it just may be my long-lost magic box. But thieves ransacked the gallery last night and the one item that wasn’t broken—at least there are no shards remaining among the smashed bits of pottery—is that tiny black vase. Someone has it. I want it back. It may be the clue I need to find my lost box. My first instinct is to contact the potter, but as with all things associated with the world of the Greek gods, nothing is as it seems. Oh, and did I mention I have a new enemy to worry about? Chaos has backed off on this one challenge, but Athena has stepped in. And from my studies in Greek Mythology, I know that no one challenges Athena. Look at what happened to Arachne. But I’ve cast my dice. Moros has accepted my challenge and Athena is watching me like a hawk. I need my lost box, because without it, the hell I unleashed on earth thousands of years ago will never be reined in. And if Moros beats me to it, he’ll destroy the one thing left inside—Hope. And every soul needs Hope to survive. And that includes me and my sexier than sin Spartans. \*This is a reverse harem romance with one heroine and three male lovers. Scenes, language, and situations are steamier and a bit darker than in my other books and may not be to the like of all readers. 18+ only.