4.5 STARS: "This is the second book in a series by new author Elle Boon. She has developed a world where gods from mythology are real and unusual powers common. Her heroes are tall, strong and answer to Zeus. And, heroes is the correct word as these romances are ménage! However, don’t expect just romance because there is a fight between good and evil that carries through the series giving this book filled with hot sex a lot of action scenes that have nothing to do with the bedroom. Unexpected allies show up in this story changing the way things are done. Better still though is the female lead who is strong, independent and quite capable of giving the two men who want her a run for the money. Bits of humor pop up regularly giving some of the more violent scenes a bit of relief. And, as the secondary characters are more active in this story, there are glimpses of possible future stories. (And, if they are nearly as good as the first two Ms. Boon will have a must read series for ménage fans!) Ms. Boon’s writing style is very similar to Desiree Holt. Rafe and Vin are sure that Tamara is their fated, or in other words the love of their life. Tamara isn’t as certain though the men sure are hot. However, Tamara has pretty much given up on finding a man who will love her for herself so she’s sure that she’s not the fated for two. Are Rafe and Vin up to the task to change her mind? They’ll have to do it between Cronus kidnapping her and her family needing her." -- Terri, Night Owl Erotica
4 STARS: "As the story of the Ravens of War continues, Ms. Boon gives us Tamara, Rafe and Vin. Tamara, with her special powers and Rafe and Vin with their own, will bring down the house on all that stands between the three of them. Nothing will stop them from fighting the demon’s from hell or from claiming the one woman who is their Fated. Tamara thinks she has seen her own death so life is going to be lived to the fullest. She will finally give in to the lust she is feeling for Rafe and Vin and have a little fun. But, these men are intense and, when it does happen, all hell breaks loose. Literally! Cronus is not going to stop until he has his granddaughter in his hands. Tamara is the perfect bait and he has the perfect plan. Bring her to Hell and Selena will follow. He didn’t plan on Tamara bonding with Rafe and Vin before he puts his plan in motion. He didn’t plan on the Ravens coming to the depths of Hell to save her and take those that belong to him. He didn’t plan on Zeus leaving the realm of Heaven to help fight for those that he considers his family. So, again, Elle Boon brings us into the lives of the Ravens and their Fated. Yes, we now know that Selena is not only Max and Malcolm’s Fated, she is the lost daughter of Zeus. This brings an interesting twist to the storyline because Zeus will stop at nothing to protect his daughter and those that she loves. As the story is unfolding and we are meeting more and more of the Ravens, one thing stands out for me. Laughter … the story may be intense with the battle between Zeus and Cronus but the books are fun. The Goddesses (Hera) brings a wonderful levity to the book as things start getting down and dirty. Mental slaps … little jibes … they all add a fun aspect to a story that could quickly become stale. But, Elle Boon does her best to keep things hopping, in and out of bed … she adds that little bit of humor and then completes the story with great sex and lots and lots of love." -- Kitty, Guilty Pleasure Book Reviews
Rafe Blackstone stared at Tamara Mejia as she stood next to her best friend Selena. Since the first moment he laid eyes on her several months ago, he’d wanted her unlike any other women, but she’d run from him.
A deep inhale from his best friend, Vin Thorn, pulled his attention from the alluring woman. They both stood at over seven feet tall with copper-colored skin. Standing next to their two best friends, Max and Malcolm King, as they married their Fated, Selena Ramos, Rafe tugged on his collar. Both men had fallen fast and hard for a woman whom they thought was a normal human, but as fate had once again played with them, she was the lost goddess of none other than the god Zeus.
He barely stifled a chuckle as he watched Zeus point his fingers at his own eyes, and then turned them toward first Max, and then Malcolm. He was glad he wasn’t marrying a goddess, but especially not the lost goddess of Zeus and his wife Hera. Rafe shuddered just thinking about all the ways Zeus would punish him had he been in the King brothers’ shoes. Rafe liked having his balls attached to him, thank you very much.
Zeus’s eerie silver orbs pinned Rafe in his spot. It took all his hard-won discipline not to flinch away from the scrutiny, knowing the god could see inside his mind. Zeus had never paid much attention to any of the Ravens, unless they were fighting his father Cronus and his beasts for him, and that had been thousands of years ago. Now Rafe wished he would go back to tormenting Max and Malcolm. Maybe he should think about all the things the other two men were probably going to do to his baby girl that night?
“You shouldn’t think anything of that nature. You don’t want to get me mad. I promised my baby girl I wouldn’t hurt her husbands. You, on the other hand, I didn’t promise anything about,” Zeus warned.
Rafe stumbled back on the soft sand at the booming voice in his head. Vin’s arm around his shoulders was the only thing that kept him from falling flat on his ass. Looking across the aisle, he saw Zeus staring at the threesome as the priest began the wedding.
“I’ve always paid attention to you boys.”
Even though Zeus wasn’t looking at him, Rafe was aware the god could hear everything he thought. Which sucked fucking dick.
“Of course you did, sir. I apologize for my slight to you.” Had Rafe not been at two of his closest friends’ wedding, he’d have dematerialized.
Zeus sighed. “You are such a poor liar, Rafe Blackstone. But since this is a happy occasion, I will let it pass. I…”
Rafe wasn’t sure what Zeus was planning to say, he was just glad they were interrupted by the priest announcing Max and Malcolm could kiss their bride. The puzzled look on Zeus’s face made Vin bust out in a fit of deep chuckles, earning him a look from the eerie, silver gaze of Zeus. Good, maybe he was getting the mind-fuck from the god, too.
Max, being the gentleman he was, gave Selena a sweet kiss. Malcolm, on the other hand, wasn’t so suave. A loud grunt came from Malcolm, and then he was rubbing the back of his head with a look of retribution toward his brother Max. Max, ever the diplomat, reached for their wife and placed her between them.
It was his turn to finally get to walk back down the aisle with Tamara. She had to be one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, and that was saying something. For the first couple thousand years, he’d spent his life surrounded by goddesses who were perfection personified. But something about Selena’s best friend called to him on a deeper level.
She linked her arm with his, her musky perfume hit his nose like an aphrodisiac, and he felt his dick swell in his trousers like an untried boy. Vin’s eyebrows rose as he looked Rafe up and down, the corners of his lips twitching. Had he not been holding Tamara, Rafe would’ve flipped him the bird.
He felt Tamara stiffen. In her high heels she was close to six feet tall. That still made her a good foot shorter than him and Vin. Rafe shook his head. Why he kept thinking of Tamara with him and Vin was a mystery. Not that he and his closest friend hadn’t been known to share women in the past.
“You can let me go now,” Tamara whispered.
Rafe looked down into eyes like melted chocolate. He always was a lover of anything chocolate.
“Good lord, what you do to me,” Vin murmured against her lips.
She took a shaky breath. “I made myself a promise years ago, that I’d be in charge of my life. Today, I almost…I won’t allow anything or anyone to stop me from taking what I want.”
Tamara wiggled out from between them, and Vin felt his heart drop.
Rafe growled, but he too didn’t make a move to pull her back. This was her choice, even if it killed them both.
She turned her back to the both of them, her hair a dark curtain as it spilled down past her waist. Lust, mixed with the softer emotion of love, swept over Vin.
Tamara grabbed the end of her camisole and dragged it over her head. Her copper-colored skin played peek-a-boo behind her hair, making Vin’s iron-hard erection almost painful.
Rafe tore his own shirt in half in his impatience, and the remnants of the torn garment sailed across the room. She was wearing a bra, but with a twist of her long slim fingers, she unsnapped the closure and dropped it next to her top.
Vin was trembling inside and out. He wanted to close the gap between them, but this was her show. He didn’t want to do anything that would scare her or make her change her mind.
When she turned to face them, her breasts that were definitely large enough to fill his hands, were firm and high. The tips were puckered, and he growled, shocked at the possessive sound.
Tamara lifted her hands and kneaded the flesh that beckoned to him. He raised his own shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
Her hands shook as she ran her palms down her flat abdomen, the trembling evident as she undid the snap on the loose slacks she wore.
Any doubt that she wanted them as much as they wanted her disappeared when the scent of her arousal hit him. Standing in nothing but a white lace thong, Tamara was every man’s wet dream. She licked her lips, lips that were red and swollen from his kisses.
“Are you sure, omorfia mou?” Rafe asked, standing frozen to the spot.
Vin heard the desperation in his friend’s tone, the endearment so easily said from one of the coldest men Vin had ever known.
“Am I sure that I want to have sex with two men? Absolutely.” She nodded. “But I’ve never done this…”
He’d never seen a woman with a complexion like hers blush so becomingly. Vin vowed he’d do his damnedest to see that same rosy hue cover her from head to toe for a whole other reason, and soon.
“How do you want to do this,agape mou?” Vin asked.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean. I’m a sure thing.”
Rafe growled, moving closer to where she stood. “You are many things, Tamara, but I would never call you a sure thing, nor will we allow you to demean yourself to us.”
She pushed at Rafe’s chest. “You don’t allow me to do anything. I do what I want.”
Vin watched Tamara nip Rafe’s lip, her fingers unsnapping his jeans. The sound of Rafe’s zipper being tugged down made all hesitation on their part fly out the window with her take-charge moves.
“I had you pegged as a commando man,” Tamara murmured as his jeans parted to expose lack of briefs.
Vin didn’t think he could handle watching her give Rafe a blow job without coming in his jeans.
“Come here,” she beckoned him with one finger. And like a marionette, he walked the two steps to where she stood holding his best friend’s hard cock in her hand.
Vin’s own hands itched to cup her breasts in his palms, and it went against the grain to turn control over to anyone, but he knew Tamara needed this. And goddess, did he need to have her fingers wrapped around his length. He needed her lips and tongue on his dick like he needed his next breath. She unsnapped his jeans and undid the zip the same as Rafe’s, gasped, and smiled a wicked grin.
“Not commando for you then, Vin?” Tamara dropped to her knees.
“She’s going to fucking kill us.” Rafe groaned.
“What a way to go.” Vin palmed the back of Tamara’s head, letting her lick first him then Rafe.
She hummed around the head of his dick, and Vin was sure he was going to come.
* * * *
Rafe loved seeing Tamara on her knees sucking his and his best friend’s cocks, wanted to watch her swallow Vin’s cum and then his. But not their first time.
Vin tugged Tamara off him, pulled her to her feet and covered her mouth with his own. The man didn’t kiss her. No, he ate at her mouth like a starving man.
“Bed,” Rafe rumbled.
Tamara tugged Vin to what Rafe assumed was her bedroom. The king-sized bed would be a tight fit—since both he and Vin were huge men, even a California King wouldn’t work. He made a small adjustment with no more than a thought, replacing her bed with one twice as big.
Vin jerked the covers off the bed, tossing them to the end over the chest at the foot of the bed, which kept them from tumbling to the floor. “I don’t want anything to hide you from us.” Vin’s voice sounded rough. “How do you want to do this, agape mou?”