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THE AMBROSIA TRILOGY
Dangerous ancestry. Dark rituals. Damaging love.
I met him in my father’s restaurant where I waited on his table. He and his so-called dog threw me off balance. Now I know why.
At first I thought he was just an ordinary guy – well, ordinary is probably not the correct word when someone is heartbreakingly beautiful, slightly arrogant and plays in a rock-band when he’s not attending school – but I was misled.
Now I know why I moved to this island to live with my estranged father and stepfamily. Now I know why I was destined to meet Sampson and his friends. I just didn’t comply with the premonition their gods had for me in store.
I fell in love with the wrong demigod.
And now I suffer the consequences.
They will do whatever it takes in order for the vision to become reality, no matter who gets hurt in the process. A vision in which I give birth to a demigod by the God of darkness.
As soon as I turn nineteen.
DESTINED – lured into the shadow
SACRIFICE – trapped into the dark (spring 2017)
AMBROSIA – drawn into the light (fall 2017)
QUOTES FROM DESTINED
“She thinks we’re a bunch of overconfident aristocrats descended from an ancient royal family led by a group of powerful men.” Sampson
“The threat in those words doesn’t escape me. I had kind of expected that he wouldn’t pull me against him and kiss me senseless, but I hadn’t expected having to leave this soon either. Hesitantly, I take one step closer and place the cake box on the porch before I turn around and walk away. This is starting to get old.” Laurel
“I never seem to be able to call my mother by anything other than her first name. It probably has something to do with my Spartan upbringing. I don’t remember her ever comforting me when she left me behind crying on Olympus. And yet I respect her, because I know very well that raising me has been no easy task.” Sampson
“You won’t hurt me, Sam. You hurt people who hurt me.” Laurel
“I toss aside the towel and saunter into the bedroom. Despite the hard water pressure of the shower and the stretching, my body is still tight, and my muscles feel cramped. I could use a massage, but there is no time left to work out the kinks. I squat and search for a pair of boxers in my bag. Then I unzip one of the garment bags hanging on the closet door, take out a dark, custom-made suit, and put on a white dress shirt. I button up and loop a tie around my neck. As I push a cufflink through the hole of the sleeve, Laurel gets into my head. Laurel, who had driven me to the brink of madness by taking the cufflinks off. I can still smell the tempting scent of her skin, still feel her fingertips carefully exploring my abdomen. I feel myself getting hard when I think of the sensuous way she touched me. I can almost taste her. I almost did taste her.” Sampson
“Is this really a demigod? I don’t exactly know what my expectations were – it’s not like I have anything to compare it to. But I certainly did not expect a demigod to be walking around in ripped jeans with a beat up face and complaining about a headache. I didn’t expect someone with such sad, tired eyes. But I also know that under normal circumstances, that same face is flawless.” Laurel
“This is me, Laurel. Complicated. No relationships, no expectations, no promises.” Sampson
