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Chasing Terpsichore
When a Greek goddess lands in modern times there's bound to be trouble.
Banished from her home in Olympus and trapped in modern day Australia, Terpsichore does her best to fit in, but when she is mistaken for a prostitute she needs the services of straight- laced solicitor James Barrington to help.
James Barrington is a man on a fast track to a stellar legal career. Being involved with a pole dancing tango teacher is not part of the plan.
Together they fight an unknown stalker, a Titan rebel and a journey through the Underworld but can they find each other on the way?
Calling Calliope
Can love survive across time and space?
Found wandering the streets of Melbourne, Callie has no memory of who she is. She’s taken in by a social worker at a women’s shelter and soon becomes an integral part of the team, where she helps battered women and their children move on with their lives.
When a larger than life man appears, claiming he’s her husband, she immediately assumes they’re not together for a reason.
But a violent criminal is angry with her for keeping his family away from him and plots revenge, so keeping this giant of a man around seems like it might be a good idea after all.
Gus might be a king in his own land, but this strange place is a different story. It took him six months to find his beloved Calliope and he is not leaving without her. Even if she can’t remember him. Now that she’s in danger, the need to rescue her is greater, but the stubborn woman won’t believe him. To win her back he has to play it by her rules, or risk losing her forever.
General Release Date: 29th August 2014
Excerpt from Chasing Terpsichore
A shrouded figure stood alone in a secluded corner of the club. He scanned the area, looking from one side of the smoke-filled room to the other.
These mortals disgust me with their decadence, but perhaps they shall serve their purpose and assist me with my revenge.
A lone dancer stood upon a high platform, encased in a cage to prevent human contact. He watched in fascination as she danced, oblivious to his or anyone else’s presence. She moved with grace and elegance, her body the epitome of feminine perfection. She rubbed her hips against the cold metal surface, then wrapped her muscular leg around the central pole supporting her while she arched her back. She thrust her firm breasts high while she sighed with the pleasure of letting her inhibitions go. It was almost a shame to destroy all that beauty, but he couldn’t allow himself to feel guilt for taking her life away from her. After what Zeus had put him through, he would not rest until he had his revenge. He would make her suffering great, and thus punish Zeus in the most effective way possible—through his children.
His precious daughters will forever be trapped in the Underworld and I will have my revenge on the one who destroyed my life.
* * * *
Oh, it feels so good!
It never failed to move her. The thrill she experienced every time she danced here at The Cave, Sydney’s premier dance club. She didn’t do it very often, but she loved it. It was the closest Corey got to the feeling of being home at Pieria, near Mount Olympus. Who would have thought that Terpsichore, the Muse of Dance, would be pole dancing in a fancy discotheque in Sydney? Certainly not Corey herself, although she had wished for the power to travel to other dimensions—little had she known that one day she would be doing just that. Except she had no idea how Hera had sent her here, or, more to the point, how to get home.
Oh the irony. Once she’d looked down on those who served her but now she was one of the ones who served. Wouldn’t her family be shocked to know she worked for money, and, worse than that, she was a tango teaching pole dancer!
She giggled as she pictured the scene in her father’s court. Zeus had a pretty strong opinion on manual labour and working for payment—especially his progeny. Gods and goddesses should be served, not the other way around. He’d probably lock her up for a month if he found out—or worse. If I ever find my way back home to Olympus, that is.
No point in worrying about that right now, she thought as she took another ankle spin around the pole. She jumped when someone’s hand reached up from below her platform and grabbed her ankle through the bars of the cage. She scanned the crowd and found the culprit. A randy, twenty-something guy with a stupid grin was attempting to slide his palm higher up her calf.
Oh no you don’t!
She lifted her foot in an attempt to shake him off, but he dug in his fingers and gripped harder. Great. Just great. Even though The Cave was more of a retro sixties club, occasionally some overenthusiastic patron hoped for a bit more of a show—just her luck to have one of those idiots zero in on her tonight. Her irritation increased when her second attempt to dislodge him failed and his sweaty skin sent shivers of revulsion through her. A pounding started inside her head and her eyes flashed fire and light, aiming directly at her captive’s offending body part
Holy crap. Did she just send a fireball at that boy? Her powers must finally be coming back.
Yay!
But this probably wasn’t the time to rejoice because she prayed to the gods that she hadn’t hurt him. Annoying thing that he was, he was still an innocent mortal. Even as she’d thought it, she marvelled at how she’d changed. Back home she wouldn’t have given it a second thought.
Amazing what living with mortals can do for you.
The young man released her leg instantly, as he fell down to the floor below. "Ow! What the f—?" He waved his hand back and forth, blowing on his fingers before dunking them in his glass of beer.
"She burned me, the bitch!"
One of his mates laughed and slapped him on the back. "How could she burn you, dude? All you did was touch her leg. She didn’t even move."
He pulled his hand out of the glass and inspected it. Corey leaned over the cage to get a look. Nothing. No marks, no blisters, no redness and now, apparently, no pain.
"Shit, this is just too weird," said the boy. "Let’s get the hell out of here. I’ve had enough of this place."
Excerpt from Calling Calliope
One more family settled in to a new life. Callie smiled when she closed the car door and strapped on her seat belt. They were her family—these abused and battered women and their children. Brave families who were courageous enough to start again. She loved each and every one of them. Even the hard cases who couldn’t quite grasp the concept that perfect strangers were helping them and not expecting something in return. Eventually they came around, once they felt the love and acceptance. Just like she had.
Callie had a particular soft spot for the children. Kids were so resilient and they adjusted to the changes a lot faster than their mothers. Being in a safe place would do that.
She watched as Mardi, her best friend, and the manager of the women’s shelter where she lived, climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the key in the ignition. In looks they were as different as night and day, Callie with her brown eyes and long dark curls, and Mardi with her baby blues and short blonde bob, but they both cared deeply for the battered women and children they helped.
“All good?” asked Mardi.
Callie grinned. “All safe and sound. Jenny and her daughter are both tucked up in bed in their new home.”
“No one followed you?”
“No, we changed trains twice. We went from here to the southern suburbs before finally getting to their house in Ringwood. No one could have followed us all that way!”
“That might have been a bit over the top, but at least we can be sure they’re safe. How did Amy like the playground across the road?”
”She loved it. Jenny promised to take her first thing in the morning.”
“That’s great. You did a fantastic job with that family, Callie. I’m so glad you’re here with us.”
Callie reached over and wrapped her arms around her friend, giving her a big hug. “I love being with you, and trust me, I get more out of it than they do.” She drew back a little and frowned. “It’s not like I have anywhere else to be.”
Her friend hugged her back. “I have a feeling the universe sent you to us for a reason Callie, and I’m so glad you’re here.” Mardi gave her a mock punch to the bicep. “You’re a bit quirky, but we love you for it.”
Callie snorted as she broke contact. “Oh, for goddess sake, I’m no different to anyone else.”
“See—you just proved my point.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re always saying things like oh my goddess, or Zeus help us. I’ve never met anyone like you, and I’m sure I never will again.”
Callie laughed. “I’d like to think I’m unique, but I’m sure I’m not the only one who talks that way.”
“I suppose that’s possible,” said Mardi. “But I do worry that when your memory comes back we will lose you.”
Callie sighed. “It hasn’t shown any signs of returning for six months, so I’m not sure it will.” She clasped her friend’s hand. “But know this—even if I do remember, I promise you I’ll always be here to help you and the families.”
“You shouldn’t make promises you might never keep.”
“Mardi, look at me,” she said, tightening her grip. “I always keep my promises. I might not know much about myself, but my heart tells me this is the truth.”
Her friend didn’t seem convinced. “Just know that if you have another life to go back to, we will be happy for you.”
The mobile phone rang and Mardi loosened her hands to answer it quickly, her face mirroring Callie’s concern.
“No problem, we have a spare room right now,” said Mardi into the phone. “Where are you? I’ll come and get you.” She grabbed a pen and paper from the dashboard and started writing. “Uh-huh…yep. Got it, see you in about fifteen minutes,” she said, ripping the paper off the pad then tossed it to Callie. “And don’t worry, honey, you’ll be safe with us.”
Mardi threw the gear stick into reverse before backing out of the driveway.
Callie keyed the address into the GPS. “Just the one?”
“No, two. She has a son. I’m not sure how old, but we’ll work it out when we get there.”
“There’s a booster seat in the back that Amy used.”
“Hopefully it will be fine. If not, we might have to break the law again.”
“That’s never been a problem for you before.”
Mardi shrugged. “This is true.”
“Good thing your boyfriend’s a policeman.”
“Yep. It helps when we need to push the boundaries a little.”
“In two hundred metres, turn right,” said the singsong female voice of the GPS.
Mardi whistled along to it as she drove, a little nervous habit she had which amused Callie no end.
“What? Are you laughing at me?”
Callie tried but failed to stop herself from smiling. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Just be thankful I’m not singing.”
“Yes, thank the gods!”
“Huh! You’ll keep.”
Luckily the GPS kept reasonably silent for the rest of the trip, while the pair prepared themselves for what they would find when they got there.
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