Sasha is another Crescent Moon Press author and she writes a smoking hot romance series called The Loves of Olympus. Today she’s telling us a little bit about bad boy Hades. Welcome Sasha.
Why are BAD Boys so Good?
Okay, the title might be a little misleading. I don’t actually like bad boys. I’m a fan of the hero – the honest, loyal, and faithful fellow. But I do like taking a known character, one that’s supposed to be like one of the top ten Bad Boys of all time, and making him into something else entirely.
That’s what I did with Hades.
He’s not exactly hero material – right? I mean, traditionally speaking, Hades was this really heartless dude that enjoyed torturing souls and kidnapped unsuspecting girls. He has a three-headed monster dog. He’s friends with Erinyes – think harpy. Oh, and, he has a skeleton drive his ferry boat back and forth across the River Styx — so not the romantic hero.
So why Hades? Honestly, I hadn’t planned to write another Hades/Persephone redux. There are lots out there to choose from. But when I wrote the first Loves of Olympus book – Medusa, A Love Story – Hades came into the mix. He played an important, albeit secondary, role in that book. It was because of what he ‘did’ in Medusa that I knew there was more to tell.
I guess you can tell I’m not the best plotter in the world… Yea, my characters kind of take charge. But, in cases like this, I’m so glad they do. If it hadn’t been for the scene in Medusa, For the Love of Hades might never have been written. And then I wouldn’t have had so much fun morphing creepy, nasty Hades into noble, super-hot Hades.
So, tell me, what’s your favorite Bad Boy hero? Book or film – I’m not picky!
Sasha Summers is part gypsy. Her passions have always been storytelling, history, and travel. It’s no surprise that her books visit times past, set in places rich with legends and myth. Her first play, ‘Greek Gods and Goddesses’ (original title, right?), was written for her Girl Scout troupe. She’s been writing ever since. She loves getting lost in the worlds and characters she creates; even if she frequently forgets to run the dishwasher or wash socks when she’s doing so. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and supportive.
Sasha is an active member of RWA and several Texas Chapters. A self-proclaimed movie-addict, she is full of all sorts of useless movie tidbits and trivia.
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Sasha’s latest release in The Loves of Olympus series is For the Love of Hades. And I can’t wait to read it. This line alone piques my interest:
Hades, God of Death, has no heart. Persephone is determined to prove otherwise…
Here’s a tantalizing excerpt:
As they drew close to the main road, he gripped the reins more firmly.
He sighed, straightening his shoulders and tightening the length on the reins. The horses resisted, as did he. But they eventually responded to his hand upon them, slowing to a slight trot.
Orphnaeus shied suddenly, the massive black horse turning into his three running partners in his move to get away. Hades drew the team up, searching for the cause of his stallion’s distress.
Then he saw her. She was sitting in the tree, her foot dangling from the limb.
And he felt Orphnaeus’ urge to flee, too.
She’d tortured him most sweetly. Every day since their meeting he’d forced her from his thoughts. She was a Goddess, virtuous and protected by both Demeter and Zeus alike. No good could come from this fascination. He wanted none of it.
That the memory of her voice found him to whisper his name, that he could still feel the silken touch of her hand upon his arm, meant nothing.
She meant nothing. She would never mean anything to him. He would not allow it.
And yet his eyes lingered on her, hungrily taking in every inch of her.
Damn her. Damn her copper locks and dazzling eyes. Damn her round curves, her welcoming smile… and damn the slight ankle that dandled before him, swinging back and forth playfully.
Damn her for such beauty.
“You came.” Her voice startled the animals anew, making them rear and whinny. “I am sorry,” she said as she slipped from her perch to the ground.
“No.” He jerked the reins sharply, knowing his team would mow her down without thought.
But the four grew still, blowing hard with ears pricked forward. They made no move against her.
“No?” she asked, standing beside the horses, fearless. Her brow rose. “You didn’t come? But… but you are here, sir.”
Hades stared at her, exasperated and enchanted all at once.
Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, has no patience for living things or his Olympian brethren. His purpose is order, administering justice to those who enter his realm, and keeping the balance decreed by the Fates. Meeting Persephone sways his focus, her gentle sweetness threatening his control. But he will not be tempted.
Poseidon’s scheming wreaks havoc upon Persephone. Hades has no choice – he must rescue her.
Hades awakens something within the Goddess Persephone. She feels no fear from his brooding presence. In truth, she’s never felt so alive. Every stolen moment together only confirms her instinct: he is meant to be hers. Such a powerful union suit will face opposition – from Olympus, her troubled betrothed, the Fates, even Hades himself – but she is determined to win his heart.