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For ninety-nine years, Halie has sought her destined mate on land, in order to fulfill an ancient prophecy and save her people's future. With each failure, she returns to her parents' kingdom under the sea, to find comfort with her best friend and lover, Delphinos.

Delphinos would do anything to ensure Halie's happiness, but he knows she belongs with him. Watching her lose herself time and again, while she searches for her future, is more than he can bear.

When the sea witch tells her she'll find The One on her next trip ashore, Halie is forced to choose between the good of her people and the love of her life. And Delphinos has no intention of making her choice any easier.

Millennia—that’s how long Pherusa has mourned her lost love.

And now her lovely, ingenious, stubborn Titan is miraculously back, but thinks she betrayed him to Zeus. Which she'd never do.

This is their chance for a happy-ever-after, and he’s wasting it. Ugh. Infuriating male.

But when he looks at her, she catches glimpses of the man he used to be. And when he touches her, there's no doubt he still cares.

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Millennia—that's what Pherusa’s betrayal cost Prometheus. Millennia beneath the cold, dark sea, with nothing but revenge fantasies keeping him company.

Now he's finally free to take her from the sea kingdom and make her his.

And listen to her swear she had nothing to do with his capture.

And keep her safe.

And feed her tasty Modern-Greek cuisine.

Wait.

He's not still in love with her, is he?

She slapped the water with her tail, until she was close enough to shore for her scales to give way to smooth skin and her green tail to split into pale legs. She walked the rest of the distance to the sand, and there she dropped to her knees and wept.
Pain, raw and fresh as on the day he was taken from her, tore through her heart and made her stomach heave. It was a physical torment that squeezed her lungs like a vise and stole her breath. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks, until her eyes burned but could produce no more moisture, and her sobs were stolen by the wind.
She sat up and gathered her knees to her chest. The sand was still warm, though the sun had set, but it did nothing for the cold void between her ribs.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered to the evening sky, although Prometheus wouldn’t hear her. He wasn’t up there. His gentle soul was locked up in the underworld, along with those of his brothers. And it was her fault. If she hadn’t listened to Father that night, if she hadn’t accepted his promise that the Ichthyocentaur Aphros would bring Prometheus to her...
And she was wasting her night, thinking of Prometheus’ last day on earth, instead of their time together.
She lay on her back and studied the stars above, searching for a new one. Titans might be condemned to Hell, but there had been whispers in Vythos that the earth itself was nudging them awake. If any one of them could escape Tartarus, it would be Prometheus. He was always so creative and smart. He understood how things—and gods and animals and people—worked, just by looking at them.

For an eternity, Hyperion has been locked in stasis, watching life pass him by. The past couple of years, specifically, he—an once omnipotent Titan—has been relegated to being part of a hotel room's Chaos-blasted decor. Worse, he's lost all hope that's ever going to change.

Until a mortal woman's touch awakens him... one body part at a time.

Okay, so Olivia thought he was a statue, and only meant to dust him, but now he's flesh again, he's not letting her get away. And not only because the uninvited son of an Olympian claims Hyperion needs to bond with Olivia, to keep from unraveling and destroying all creation.

Her eyelids were heavy. If she didn’t get up soon, she’d drift off.
She groaned and stood. The sooner she started, the sooner she’d wrap this thing up. She no longer cared about making it to the beach. She just wanted to return to her bed and stretch out her tired body. And never drink raki again.
This work-vacation thing wasn’t very restful or relaxing.
It took her an hour to dust and vacuum the bedrooms at a snail’s pace. She pressed through the nausea and also did the beds. Was rather proud of it too.
Time to hit the living room.
Once she was done cleaning all horizontal surfaces, she looked up at the huge-ass statue. How on earth was she supposed to dust this? She didn’t have a staircase handy.
Olivia planted her arms on her hips and inspected the room for something to step on. The dining chairs seemed flimsy. She should just clean what she could reach. Not many people would be able to see above that, anyway.
She swapped her duster for a piece of cloth, which she dipped in a mix of water and dish detergent. Better for the marble.
She ran it over the statue’s toes, and she must still be drunk, because she thought one of them twitched. Get a grip, Liv. With quick strokes, she wiped up the man’s calves and shins and along his thighs. When she reached the loincloth, she paused.

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When Christina told Olivia she wanted a huge, hot guy of her own, she didn't expect this blue-haired merman to make her heart and body yearn for him. And she definitely didn't expect him to read her thoughts or shape shift.
One of King Nereus' generals and on the lookout for Titan activity, Palaemon shouldn't be wasting his time playing underwater taxi for this mortal female with the supple curves and uncensored thoughts.
Then again, there's a lot more he shouldn't be doing with her, but the alternative is so much more enjoyable.

“Are you sure someone’s coming?” Christina wrapped her arms around her waist and dipped her toes into the cool water. With the sun dipping lower in the sky, her fuchsia bikini no longer seemed like the best choice of outfit, but it wasn’t like she could look online for what would be considered appropriate attire for this evening. It wasn’t every day your roommate-for-the-summer-turned-BFF took you to an underwater kingdom, to meet her soulmate’s Titan brother, who was mated to a mermaid, who happened to be the daughter of the king of the freaking sea.
And Christina couldn’t repeat that sentence out loud in front of anyone but the present company.
Olivia looked to Hyperion, who nodded. They weren’t in swimwear, because they’d be blinking to Vythos, unlike Christina, who would apparently take an underwater cab of some sort.
A head poked out of the water in the distance, and Hyperion barely squinted in that direction, before saying, “That’s him. I’ll introduce you, and we’ll meet the two of you at the palace.” He waved at the man, who swam toward them, no sign of a submarine in sight.
“How exactly will he take me there?” Christina had asked before too, but Hyperion had glossed over that part.
“Magic,” he said now.
The man stopped when the water reached his waist.
His eyes sparkled like sapphires under the perfect dark arches of his brows, and his long, blue tresses clung to his chiseled cheekbones and down the corded muscles of his neck, to his broad shoulders.
“Holly fuck, he looks like Aquaman with blue hair,” Christina whispered. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She elbowed Olivia in the ribs. Not that it’d hurt, now that Olivia was all new and improved and immortal.

For the six months since he was fished out of the sea, the only bright spots in Atlas’ still, lifeless existence are the moments the beautiful museum guard comes to talk to what she believes is his statue.

After hundreds of centuries in stasis, he regains control of his body, to save Iphigenia—a mortal of no significance in the grand scheme of things.

Why does he need to protect her? Why does every inch of his body ache to touch her?

Oh right. Because apparently, she's his soulmate. And he needs to bond with her, or boom goes the known universe.

Iphigenia took her food to the kitchen, blitzed it in the microwave oven, and skipped down the stairs. Her pulse sped up as she approached Marble Conservation. It was silly, but the highlight of her nights this week was eating and talking to what was believed to be the statue of a Titan.
She was at work when they first brought him in, four months ago, and couldn’t tear her gaze away as they uncovered him.
Even down on one knee, he was larger than life, and he was gorgeous, despite the dirt, algae, barnacles, and marine debris clinging to him. The sculptor who carved him out of marble had done an amazing job. Iphigenia could see the tension in every corded muscle as he raised his head defiantly at an unknown enemy, and his eyes seemed to see right through her, though the irises were blank.
And she was in desperate need of an actual flesh-and-blood man to obsess over.
She pulled out a stool from the working bench and sat facing him, her dinner in her lap.
“So how was your day?” she asked, twirling her fork in the pasta. The camera would record her eating—which was a no-no here too, so she’d be careful—but its position kept her face hidden, so nobody would see her talking to herself. “Mine was boring. Mom called, to tell me for the millionth time I should quit from any job that makes you come in on Dekapentavgoustos”—the fifteenth of August, the Assumption of the Virgin Mary, was a major holiday in largely Christian Orthodox Greece—“and go back home, to Ioannina. You know the drill. Find a nice guy, settle down, spawn a couple kids...” Certainly not work for a living, and especially not as a security guard. Not what a woman should be doing with her life was her father’s mantra when her job was mentioned.
The flash of gold that brightened the statue’s eyes was gone so fast, she must have imagined it. And his jaw seemed clenched a little tighter. Or it was the fact that the scientists working on him had cleaned his face and upper body, uncovering more details she’d missed before.

For the past decade, Magda has been dreaming of a man with blond hair and eyes blue as the sea, saving her whenever things are bad.

With her life changing drastically, it makes sense she daydreams of him again. Only Nerites is real, and when he saves her from drowning, a whole new world opens up before her, and with it surface memories of an impossible past.

She got out of the car and walked around it, to stare up at the sky. Cloudless and bright, it melted seamlessly into the darker blue of the sea, their merging interrupted only by the island of Sphacteria. A pair of eyes that same dark blue as the waters, sparkling with mirth, overtook her thoughts.
She didn’t know the man the eyes belonged to, but she’d dreamed of him often, in the years since she turned eighteen. With golden curls and pale skin, he looked like an angel—her angel—when he visited her at night. He never spoke, just held her. He’d been with her in all her darkest moments—when she caught Alekos with another woman, when she was let go from her previous job, when she lost Grandma. He made her feel safe. And he didn’t exist.
Magda wouldn’t admit it aloud, but she instinctively looked for him around every corner, sought him in the shadows when she left her building in the morning, and in the darkened doorways when she exited her office in the evening. She searched for him in the crowds on the odd night Iphigenia convinced her to go out dancing. And part of her instinctively expected to see him now, in the sea, where he couldn’t possibly be.

Earth fills Epimetheus' mouth. Covers his eyes. Clings to his body.

His brother buried him alive? Epimetheus will have his vengeance. Destroy everyone who takes Kronos' side.

Like the mortal female gawking at Epimetheus while he digs his way out of the ground.

She's a tasty-looking morsel, but the voice in his head says she's his enemy.

Not his voice, not his problem. He'll make her his, and save the world in the process. Because that's how this Titan rolls.

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A naked guy literally crawls out of a hole in front of Elpida, and if she isn’t mistaken, tells her in Ancient Greek that he's Prometheus’ brother, Epimetheus. Her precognition gift—curse?—could at least warn her when things like this are about to happen.

Oh wait. She's getting something now. A vision of loving Epimetheus and dying. Is it a glimpse of a future she can't change, or a past hidden from her?

With the fate of the universe in the balance, can Elpida resist a Titan set on claiming her? More importantly, does she want to?

Fresh air hit his skin and nostrils. It smelled… different. Darker, somehow. Thicker, with a hint of smoke. And was there an oily undertone to the scent? He shook his head from side to side, ordering a gust of wind to clean the dirt from his face and long hair, before finally opening his eyes.
His night vision was perfectly clear, so there was no doubt in his mind he saw what he did. A dekapous from him stood a female—the one Rhea wanted him to kill, no doubt—beside a beast he’d never laid eyes on before. It was the blue of the sea when the moon glinted off its surface, with round eyes that glowed like the sun.
No creature he’d come upon till this moment had been able to physically harm him, other than his own brothers, but for all Epimetheus knew, this might be something Kronos imbued with unprecedented power. And despite the novelty and possible danger the thing presented, Epimetheus’ gaze kept sliding back to the female.
Her legs were fully covered in a form-fitting wrap made of cloth as dark as the evening sky, and on her torso and arms, she wore a tight, short, blood-red chiton that left her slender neck and the sun-kissed swell of her breasts bare to his inquiring gaze. And the face above that… He hissed a breath at the perfection of her rosy cheeks, her full lips, and wide eyes—as rich a brown as that of the soil around him. She batted her long eyelashes rapidly, in confusion and… fear?
“Kill her. Kill her.” The memory of Rhea’s voice echoed in his skull. Was it true this beguiling creature was sent by Kronos? But if she was meant to destroy him, would she be staring at him this way?
He blinked across the distance between them and towered over her. He could hear her heart hammering in her lovely chest, and a sniff confirmed that she was terrified of him. Except she wasn’t moving. Not trying to run away. She licked her lips and held his gaze.
“Who are you?” he asked. “What do you want of me?”
She frowned and shook her head, a few tufts of honey-colored hair escaping her simple updo. She said something that sounded like, Den katalaveno. What language did she speak?
He repeated his question, and when she squinted at him and took a step back, thumped his chest with his open palm. “Epimetheus, brother of Prometheus,” he said.
The woman looked startled, but a flash of recognition flashed across her face. So she did know him? She was sent for him. He squeezed his hands into fists. He should kill her. Part of him screamed that he needed to, but he wasn’t used to killing indiscriminately, especially humans who had no chance against him. Besides, why would any human work for Kronos? They were created to support gods’, not Titans’, rule over the world.
And apparently he wasn’t that in control of his functions, because he hadn’t even considered reading her mind till this very minute. Fast as lightning, he clasped her forearms and looked deep into her eyes. “Show me,” he ordered mentally.
And got nothing for his troubles, except for a terrified woman fainting in his arms.

Nikoleta is not prepared for the world this stranger who introduces himself as a god opens up to her. Too bad she doesn't get a say on the part she has to play. The world is at risk, and she's forced to remember a past she hasn't experienced, to help save it. Also, she's supposed to bond with a Titan she's both never met before and always loved.
Coeus wants to bond with his mate, save creation, and spend eternity enjoying life, but this stubborn mortal version of his soulmate won't be wooed. She insists she's not the woman he once adored. Can she be the one he falls in love with all over again?
And time for the two of them, and the world as a whole, has run out.

Six times she’d regained a body since she’d been the Titaness Phoebe, only to live a lonely, loveless life or settle for much less than the passion Coeus ignited in her.
How was this possible?
The light blinding her slowly dimmed, until it was an aura around Eros’ body, who really was a god, though she didn’t know him personally.
“Gods are real, and so are—were—Titans, and I’ve had previous fucking lives,” she muttered. And she said fucking, which she never did. But— “Why do this to me? Why make me remember the pain of his loss?” Because that was all that mattered. Not that her power and eternity were stolen from her, or that she had a mother and three cats and a post graduate degree waiting for her in Athens, and she somehow felt like two people at the same time. Hey, at least she didn’t feel like all seven of her lives. And the fact that she was on her seventh one could mean something. Were reincarnated Titanesses like cats, who in Greece were believed to have seven lives?
Was this her last chance to… What?
“You’re spiraling.” Eros slid his palms down her arms, to clasp her wrists. “Breathe. Calm down. Coeus isn’t dead, but we all may be soon, if you don’t bring him back.”

Sotia shares her life and living quarters with her husband, their son, and two rescue dogs, one of which may be part-pony. Sappy movies make her cry, and she wishes she could take in all the stray dogs in the world.

Sotia spent her formative years reading anything she could get her hands on, including steamy romances her grandma would frown upon--nah, Grandma would totally approve. Hailing from the land of Olympians and Titans, she could only resist writing about mythical immortals for so long. Her mythology romance boasts hot, powerful Alphas, who can handle sassy ladies and will stop at nothing to make them happy.

True love exists, and Sotia is determined to give her fated couples a happy ending!