Book Tour & Giveaway: Meet Staci Hart’s Aphrodite & Apollo
Please help me welcome author Staci Hart as she gives us a peek into the psyche of her characters from Deer In Headlights! (See what I did there? *giggle*)
Goddess of: Love
Nickname: Dita (DEE-ta)
Symbols: Rose, Dove, Seashell
Persephone – best friend
Uranus (snickers) – Father
Hephaestus – Husband (estranged)
Ares – lover
Adonis – human love
Eros – son
Songs: Everything Goes My Way, Metronomy; My Boys, Taken By Trees
[quote]Dita stretched out on the floor of her library and ran her fingers through the silky furs under her. A romance novel about time traveling vampires lay split open in front of her, and a cozy fire crackled at her back. Eros sat facing her in a low backed tangerine armchair, preening his wings with his legs crossed, thankfully. He was naked.[/quote]
[quote]Perry looked up and smiled, but her mouth drooped when she saw Dita visibly upset. “What’s got your goat?”
“Psh, please. No one has sacrificed a goat to me in eons.”[/quote]
[quote]She thought of Lex and Dean, her heart heavy. She had to find a way to fix the damage that Apollo had caused. They were each other’s only chance at happiness. Her shoulders slumped as her anxiety wore away. She had to find a way for love to win.[/quote]
God of: Music, Theater, Sun, Healing, Prophecy
Symbols: Deer, Lyre, Raven, Laurel Wreath
Daphne, lost love
Artemis, twin sister
Songs: Modern Man, Arcade Fire; Sun gets in my eyes, Grizzy Bear
[quote]Apollo may have made some off color remarks about Eros’ sexuality and might have challenged his masculinity. Eros was pissed. He shot Apollo with a golden arrow, making him fall in love with Daphne, a water nymph. Then Eros shot her with a leaden arrow so that she would be revolted by Apollo.[/quote]
[quote]He shot finger guns at himself in the mirror and winked. If he played his cards right, he could have this whole competition in the bag.[/quote]
[quote]“All that comes from love is pain.” Artemis’ dark brow dropped as her eyes focused on nothing.
“That is not all that comes of love, and you know it,” Apollo said.
Artemis turned her gaze back to him. “Has it been worth the pain that you have been through over Daphne?”
“Artemis, the moment she is in my arms, all will be worth the price I have paid.”[/quote]
About the book
Aphrodite owns love; she hasn’t lost a competition on her turf in over three millennia. Apollo is on a mission to win. He’s counting on it to finally get the one woman he’s never been able to have. The two gods will choose their human players, and if Aphrodite can’t get them together before the clock runs out, Apollo will get his way. And Aphrodite couldn’t have that.
Lex and Dean are perfect for each other, they just don’t know it yet. Dean is a perpetual bachelor, and a brooding, beautiful rock star. Lex is always with a man, but she’ll never fully give herself up. Aphrodite has her work cut out for her, but if she can’t make it work, no one can.
The gods have their own drama. Apollo killed Aprhodite’s mortal love – they’ve got beef that’s been dragging on for thousands of years. Ares, the douchebag, is forever trying to pick a fight, and trying to get Aphrodite into bed. And Persephone, Aphrodite’s best friend, is the one person who Aphrodite shares everything with.
Follow the gods as they fight, laugh, cry, lose, love, gain power, and make a mess with humans.
Read an excerpt
“Lex wasn’t what she would call excited about sitting in a warehouse while Travis had band practice. He asked her to come, and she figured an afternoon of hanging around with a bunch of dudes in a cold warehouse was a small price to pay for some hot sex later. Tucked in her ridiculously large purse were her book along with her leather bound notebook. She figured she may need a little entertainment. Travis’ old band was awful, and if this band was anything like them, Lex would shortly be wishing she had headphones, too.
She followed Travis into the warehouse, and as soon as the door banged closed behind her, she fell in love. Thirty-foot ceilings with high windows let in white sunshine and splayed giant rectangles on the scratched, worn cement floor as dust motes flew in the beams of light. When she tilted her chin up to follow the column of light, she noticed that across the ceiling stretched wide, concrete beams that arched overhead like the rib bones of some ancient beast.
“Awesome, right?” Travis watched her take in the space.
“Seriously,” she breathed.
Microphones and amps were set up in the middle of the warehouse on worn Persian rugs. Old orange and yellow velvet couches sat in front of the microphone where the lead singer would stand. Lex headed to the biggest couch and sank into it.
She rummaged through her bag and dug out her book, and as she looked up, her eyes met another’s.
The greenest eyes she’d ever seen sparkled in the devastatingly handsome face in front of her. Her eyes swept across his ebony hair that was tossed like he’d just rolled out of bed. His wide lips parted, framing his ivory teeth. And he was tall. Really tall. Her eyes crossed his strong brow to meet his again, and she realized she still hadn’t taken a breath. She flushed, fumbled, and almost dropped her book. “Uh, hi. I’m Lex.” She tossed her hand in a wave, hoping she looked casual.
Dean had stopped dead in his tracks. He saw her when he walked in; a head of rich, dark hair bent over a bag. Curious, he walked over to the couch to get a better look. When she lifted her eyes and tucked her hair behind her ear, he was momentarily stunned. Innocent, alluring, teal eyes lined with dark, full lashes looked up at him. Her milky white skin blushed pink in her cheeks, her lips rosy and parted. This feeling was…new.
“Hi Lex. I’m Dean.” He waited with a crooked smile on his face for her to make a move, knowing she was uncomfortable.
Lex realized her mouth was open. And that he was smirking. And that he was dead sexy while he was doing it. She closed her mouth and cocked an eyebrow. “Dean, huh? I heard they call you Professor Panty-Dropper.”
He laughed, caught off guard. “Oh, is that what they say?”
About the author
Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom; she has three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife; even though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with f, ends with k, and there a uc in there. Just saying. From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s sleeping, cleaning, or designing graphics. But let’s be honest, she’s mostly writing.
GraveTells Giveaway (US/Int)
Staci is giving away an e-copy of Deer In Headlights to two commenters on today’s tour stop! To enter to win, leave a comment and tell us what you enjoyed most about the character profiles above then fill out the Rafflecopter.
Tour-wide Giveaway (US Only)
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