Now that Death’s Lover is published, I thought it would be fun to post a series of story samples from the book. Today I want to share the scene that inspired the entire book. Which is actually in My Lord Hades, but also shows up in Death’s Lover in Lilith’s point of view and is about 20 chapters into the book…
The Story Sample:
Lilith jerked her shoulder out from under the hand of the King of the Underworld. “Was that necessary?” she snapped.
He frowned down at her, towering over her like a giant pillar. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
She glared up at the overbearing idiot. “Why are men so blind?!”
He grinned at her, his uncertainty clear in his eyes. “Because women are rarely clear in their speech.”
“Tearing his heart out of his chest would have been less painful than what you just did to him.”
“I’m not the one who nearly took his arm off with a scythe.”
She shook her head. “It’s not the first time.”
“Really?” His look of interest caused her to scowl harder at him.
She turned away with a grunt. “I tried to kill him when we met at the village. It was just after Adman killed everyone, including my son, to get to me.” She stomped several paces away from him and then back. “Is he really your friend?”
“The closest a man like me has.”
A laugh burst from her throat, and she slapped her hand over mouth, glancing at the overbearing god. He was watching her like she was some strange puzzle he was trying to figure out. She wanted to hate him, she really did, but she had a feeling that Hades hadn’t meant to hurt his friend. He was just such a stickler for the rules that he hadn’t realized what he did.
“He’s a good friend to have.” She waved her hand around the hall. “So where is this Queen of yours?”
If she wanted to help Thanatos, and possibly get him out of the trouble he’d created for himself because of her, then she really needed to find this Persephone. Maybe she would have some sway over the King.
Lilith’s grandmother had always told her that Persephone was a decent and fair woman for a goddess. She doubted she’d changed much in fifteen years. Gods weren’t known for changing at all.
Hades left her with a daemon and went in search of his Queen, something about asking her if she didn’t mind the task of watching Lilith rather than springing it upon her. Lilith thought that was a rather sweet sentiment. Than was the only man who’d ever thought to ask her opinion on anything that involved her life.
After a few moment’s wait, the daemon grabbed her arm and started to lead her in the same direction Hades had gone. They moved no more than three steps before she had him on the floor. “Don’t touch me!”
He growled at her, coming to his feet and glaring down at her. “I will do what I want, mortal!”
She placed her hand on her hips and glared back at him. “I don’t think you would like what will happen if you do. Hades would be rather angry if I was hurt, and I know a friend who would make Hades temper look like a child’s tantrum.”
The man scoffed. “Who?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard of my lover, Thanatos.”
She smiled. “Are you willing to bet your life on it?”
His look said he didn’t. “Hades wants us in the Throne room.”
Lilith turned in the direction he indicated and followed him through the halls to the Throne Room. They entered the room, and Lilith flushed. She wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment for intruding on such an intimate moment or longing to have a man treat her with the love Hades had for this woman. If Thanatos wasn’t so fearful of the consequences of a relationship with her, would he be the same with her?
Hades knelt before a woman sitting on one of the two thrones, her fingers tangled in his hair. He turned his head and kissed the woman’s thigh through her dress.
The guard cleared his throat, and she wanted to bash him on the head. “Am I interrupting? I’ll wait until you’re done if that is the case.”
She settled for kicking him in the shin. “Oaf.”
Hades rose to his feet. Persephone peered around his lean frame at them. Her expression was inquisitive and almost cold.
“Nothing that shouldn’t wait,” Persephone told the guard. “I believe there is rebellion that needs crushing.” She stood and stepped off the dais, her eyes locked onto Lilith. “Why don’t we retire to the andronitis while the men discuss their war plans?”
A chance meeting changed the course of their lives…
Thanatos is no stranger to death. He’s seen every possible way there was to die. He’s lived with it day after day, century upon century, collecting the souls of dead mortals and taking them to the Underworld for judgment. An endless routine of tiresome duty and resounding loneliness that echoed in his heart, until she came into his life…
A second meeting will change their hearts and souls…
Saved by a stranger, Lilith never forgot the mysterious man who gave her the chance to blossom into the strong woman with a spirit of fire and a heart of ice, anymore than she can the lessons of the past. She must hide her secrets deep and never get close to anyone. Sex is merely a means to an end, and pleasure isn’t something to share with a lover, until he came back into her life…
What happens next will change the Underworld….
Lilith’s ability to see a person’s death has attracted the attention of the warlord, Adman, and seals her fate. He will do anything, kill anyone, to possess her talent. And the only one standing between him and Lilith is Death himself. Thanatos will break every ancient law, and even a few newer ones, to save her, and in the end it might cost them both their lives.
You can read more Story Samples from Death’s Lover, visit my Story Notes on Death’s Lover to read about the inspiration behind the book, or buy the eBook at Amazon US ~ Amazon UK ~ Barnes & Noble ~ Smashwords ~ Kobo
Published © August 2014 by Stephannie Beman
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