Immortals Book Three
Dagon is unredeemable in the eyes of the gods he betrayed centuries ago, but now, the Mesopotamian sea god is truly screwed. The answer to his redemption, his Chosen, is finally within reach, but the powers-that-be have stepped up their war against the Earth-bound gods, and he’s literally ripped from her arms. Thrust into the Underworld, he is forced to battle demons, and his body is ravaged beyond endurance. Perhaps it’s for the best. Intense physical pain might be the only thing that can make him forget her.
After a hellish youth, bartender, Holly Abelard is just trying to get through life. At least, that’s what she thinks until the guy she’s hot for announces he’s a god, and she’s his mate. She’s barely coming to terms with that revelation when the sexy hunk is sucked into the Underworld, and she’s left in the hands of a league of super gods. But Holly isn’t giving up on getting Dagon back. That isn’t to say she doesn’t have her doubts. Had he really sported fangs and scales? What the hell? Or should she say what in Hell, because that’s where she'll have go to find him.
How far would Holly go to find her man?
To hell and back…damn right!
You’re sure about this? Marduk questioned.
Shit. The thunder god knew it was the only way, but now he sounded reluctant to let Dagon take the fall? Forget it. No takesies-backsies.
I’m sure. Keep her safe. He turned his obsidian eyes to Marduk. I trust you with my mate. Dagon whipped around to face the onslaught.
Fuck this! Anshar’s voice penetrated the turmoil. I’ve just gotten my cousin back, and I’ll be damned if I let you go this way. I’m with you, Dagon, whether you like it or not.
And risk the life of your Chosen? Dagon voiced what needed to be said. You forget that by jeopardizing your immortality, you also endanger hers. I am not yet mated. My life is easily forfeit.
He felt Anshar’s inner struggle, and tears came to his eyes as Lenore added her support. Whatever you want, lizard-man. If you want to go down swinging, then down we’ll go…right with you.
Dagon felt the warmth…the love he’d been missing for so long. It would have to sustain him for the rest of eternity. He shook his head at Anshar, reminding his cousin of the danger. Good. He had been correct. Anshar couldn’t do it. It was too deeply seated in his cousin’s psyche that his prime duty was to protect his mate.
Dagon got a mental apology then smiled for one last time at his cousin. Until we meet again.