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feathers from his hair and blew on them. They transformed into hummingbirds. The tiny birds gathered the corpse of the tzitzimime and winged it to the netherworld.
    “I grant you seven days. Use them wisely.” The two gods faded from sight, Chica’s laughter sprinkling over them like raindrops. Water ran through the riverbed, and green grass and plants sprouted, covering up all signs of battle.
    Tomás gathered Carolina in his arms. “I’ve never had a vacation. What do humans do?”
    Carolina smiled. “They travel, visit places, relax.”
    “I’ve seen the world and have spent my whole existence traveling. I have, however, never relaxed.”
    Carolina’s smile grew wider. “I think I know a great way to relax.”
    His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Does it involve a bed?”
    “Oh, yes.” She reached up and nipped his chin with her teeth.
    His expression became serious. “Carolina, we are tied together for eternity. You gave me back my humanity and I took your freedom.”
    “Is that all there is between us, a matter of debt?”
    “No.” He sounded offended. “In your arms, I discovered love. I am alive.” His eyes burned bright with meaning, flashing amber and gold.
    Carolina snuggled into him, relishing the feeling of being in another’s arms. “Then I am the luckiest woman in the world and I have an eternity to show you exactly why.”

Look for these titles by Gabriella Hewitt
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    Dark Waters
     
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    Shadow Vision

The gods play…and mortals pay.
     
    Bad Blood
    © 2011 Lucienne Diver
     
    Latter-Day Olympians, Book 1
    Tori Karacis’s family line may trace back to a drunken liaison between the god Pan and one of the immortal gorgons. Or…maybe it’s just coincidence that her glance can, literally, stop men in their tracks. While her fear of heights kept her out of the family aerobatic troupe, her extreme nosiness fits right in with her uncle’s P.I. business.
    Except he’s disappeared on an Odyssean journey to find himself. Muddling through on her own, she’s reduced to hunting (not stalking, because that would just be weird) brass-bra’d Hollywood agent Circe Holland to deliver a message…only to witness her murder by what looks like the Creature from the Black Lagoon.
    Suddenly, all of her family’s tall tales seem believable, especially when Apollo— the Apollo, who’s now hiding out among humans as an adult film star—appears in her office, looking to hire her. She knows the drill: canoodling with gods never works out well for humans, but she’s irresistibly drawn to him. Maybe it’s her genes. Maybe not.
    Given her conflicted feelings for one hot and hardened cop, it’s a toss-up which will kill her quickest. The danger at her door…or her love life.
    Warning: Contains pot-boiling passion between a heroine who may—or may not—be a descendent of Medusa, and a hot god and a hunky copy with the…equipment…to handle her, even on her worst bad-hair day. Beware of killer kisses, trickster gods and bearded grandmothers Who Know Everything.
     
    Enjoy the following excerpt for Bad Blood:
    “I need a bath,” I croaked, hand to my throat as if it would make any difference. “Right now I feel like I’d pass out bending over to start the water. I’d never have called you to begin with if—” my voice gave out, which was probably a good thing, given that what had been coming out sounded all wrong in my head. I swallowed and tried again, softer. “Not that you were my last choice. Just—I need a girlfriend.”
    Armani looked at me like a suspect he intended to crack, as if every word spoken had some other meaning. Finally, he swiped a hand hard over his face.
    “Look, you witnessed a murder, came face-to-face with the killer. We probably should have set some sort of watch on you right from the first. My fault. But—dammit, by the time you’re through flirting and baiting, it’s a wonder I remember my own damned name,” he growled.
    I was