Author: Tempest C. Avery
Publication Date: 6 Apr, 2013
Spencer Perry lost everything the day her boyfriend died. Even when he came back as a ghost, she was never able to return to her old self. Determined to find a way to bring both of them back--him from the dead and her from her depression--Spencer hops a ride with a Reaper across the river to the Underworld where she meets the god of the dead. Hadrian isn't what she expected Hades to be like, but when he agrees to a deal that can get her Micah back, she puts all caution aside and accepts. Too bad she didn't realize that she'd also just accepted a lot more than one gorgeous yet frustrating god. Bad things are happening all around her, and now she not only has to worry about keeping Micah's ghost status a secret from their friends, but also figure out who's behind all of the accidents. All signs point towards Hadrian, but something about that just doesn't feel right to her. Something that she hopes has nothing to do with her growing attraction towards him.
love him that much?”
is there nothing else for you then?” he asked softly. There was something in
his tone that she couldn’t place. “Nothing else for you to live for?”
a brief second she thought of her parents, and of Quinn and Sydney. They would
mourn for her for a little while, sure, but they’d get over it. Just like
they’d all but gotten over Micah’s death already.
The second she spoke she knew things
were different. Knew that something had changed between his comment and hers.
shifted to lean forward in his throne, catching her eyes with his own and
holding her there. A charming smile touched his dark pink lips. “Ok, Spencer
Perry. A deal then. Seeing as how you seem so smitten with the Persephone
story, I’ll make you a wager you simply can’t refuse.”
Think of Micah, she reminded herself. Anything
is worth it for Micah.
blinked, having half expected him to ask for her immortal soul or something
along those lines. “Excuse me?”
that not plain enough for you?” In his eyes she saw he was silently laughing at
her. “You’ll remain here with me in the Underworld for six months out of one
year. What’s today? The third? Perfect. So until September fourth of next year,
you give me six months of your life.”
if I do?” she hardly recognized the sound of her own voice it was so low and
bring your boyfriend back. Good as new. Walking, talking, the whole nine
About the Author:
Tempest has been interested in pursuing writing since the fourth grade when she realized someone had to have written all of those books that her teacher read during story time. She writes stories that she hopes will help people escape the sometimes craziness of life, if just for a couple hours.