Monday, November 12, 2012

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“Adventure?” Theseus perked up at the thought. “When I look at my life, I see
adventure, excitement, and more clashing of my sword.”

Looking at the door he whispered to Greta, “Don’t tell Ari, I said that. Look you want to
hear about my past, I have to tell you Hercules was my teacher. I saw more stuff while
training than anyone realizes.”

“What do you mean, Theseus?” Greta Buckle asked while scratching her head. “I
thought you told me everything.”

“Hercules taught me how to fight a Hydra.”

“A snake where if you cut the head off, two heads grow back instantly?” Greta
asked after wrapping her brain around the . “I thought you couldn’t kill them.”

“Fire is the power. Burn the head before it can regrow.” Theseus gulped upon hearing
Ari’s voice singing in the distance. The then admitted, “Hercules did most of the work. I
was fifteen at the time and one of four students.”

“Wait, huh? Four?” Greta perked up. “I thought I agreed to one more story, not
three.”

“Haemon and I were students together. Hercules had two more students who had already
left him shortly after we arrived. Then he stopped taking students and went on a quest.”
Theseus patted his foot on the ground, “Ari’s organizing something to do with flowers,
but she’s on her way back. Is there anything else you wanted to know?”

Quirking her eye brow up, “How excited were you when I listened to your voice in
my head? You do know you were the first one speaking.”

“I have an important life, and I talk loud, so you can’t miss me.” Theseus flashed his
smile at the author. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Wait? What?” Greta inched closer to her laptop, “You don’t get to ask me
questions. That’s not how this goes.”

“You left me to go focus on someone else. Do you think it’s a good idea to let the people
have their own free assembly and talk openly? Some philosophers hate the idea, but this
whole democracy concept sounds logical to me. I don’t want to spend my life yelling at
everyone to do something.”

Greta smiles and thinks of her day job. Teaching and explaining the concepts of
plurality and compromise within large groups. She adjusts her pony tail to make the
elastic stay in her silky thin hair that falls out all the time. “Yes, Theseus, democracy
is a great way to lead Athens towards.”

“Good, I thought so too.” Theseus stood up and paced to the door. “Ari’s been gone too
long. I’m going to look for her now.”

“Awesome. YOLO.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Bye.” Greta pushed her computer backwards, realizing how much she
will miss Theseus. Luckily, she’s writing a sequel where he’ll make a cameo, though
Greta vows not to let him take over the book. The hero there deserves to be told.




He wasn't looking for love. He only wanted to prove he was worthy of being a
king's son.
Adventurer Theseus had dreamed of meeting his father, King Aegeus. As Theseus journeys
to Athens, he meets his match in strength along the way. But is it the will of a beautiful
young princess that puts this strong young man finally at his mercy? Or will he be able to
conquer the princess’s heart?
She had settled for a life of unhappiness and believed a man who would love her
for herself was only in her dreams.
Princess Ari has followed her father’s dictates all her life. On her way to meet her
bridegroom, she is attacked. Saved by a handsome adventurer, Theseus, she tempts fate
and follows him on his journey to Athens. Being with Theseus opens up a whole new world
of opportunity for her. But will she allow her heart or loyal duty choose her life for her?


Book Information

Release Date: October 12, 2012
​Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Romance
Formats: Print and eBook​
Publisher: Self-Published/Edited by Written Dreams aka Brittiany Koran




Author & Book Links

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Excerpt


Theseus’ entire body must have been made in the nectar of desire because she wished
to bury herself in his arms. And he didn’t stop her from running to him. She jumped when
a crash cracked through the air. Blinking, unsure of what happened, her body became rigid.
Theseus pulled her into his arms and onto the ground seconds before the giant flew over the
pair of them.
He took his hand off her head. He had protected her. Again.
Staring up at him stirred something unique inside her that she never believed could
happen to her. She’d seen the plays and the tragedy that love caused, but never
understood temptation. The fire in her belly burned into every part of her body from his
smoldering eyes. He looked down at her as he cradled her in his arms. “That was Sinus. I
don’t think he’ll kill anyone else ever again.”
“He won’t. How do you know his name?”
“He’s the reason I chose this path when I was fifteen. I had planned to prove my courage
to my father, and take out the biggest villain on the road.”
“Check that off the list of goals then.” she said. “Good job.”
She continued to embrace Theseus, making her body tingle from crazy stirrings. What
would he taste like? She’d die a happy death if he put his lips on hers. My, what was she
thinking?
“I never believed you’d be here, or that my goal in that moment would turn to protecting
you.” he said, pulling her closer.
She shook off her desires. She needed to let him go. She focused on logic instead of the
male body in front of her. “I don’t know what to say. Today has been the craziest day.”
“It’s the middle of the night, little one.”
“You’re right. I don’t know what’s happening to me anymore. Theseus, this never
happens to me.”
“What doesn’t happen to you?” he asked, smiling.
“I don’t know.”
He played with her hair, and straightened her clothes. “Your innocence and desire are a
siren’s call to me, Ari, and you don’t have a clue, do you?”
“Who’s Ari?” She half expected to be disappointed with whatever he would say.
“You are. It fits you much better than Ariadne. Ari trembles for me.”
She licked her lips, wanting to kiss him. But she couldn’t. Theseus embodied a man out
of her dreams.
She looked away thinking of what waited for her when her father’s men found her. “I
don’t know my bridegroom. I’ve only ever known my duty.”
Theseus’ body tensed. “You’re betrothed?”
“I never agreed. The bride price, I’m told, paid for my father’s upgrade to the artillery. In
the morning or someday soon, I’ll be found. But…can you do me one last favor?”
“What, little one?” His arms grew warm again, tightening around her. She dared for a
different life, where she lived with a chance of walking next to him in life. Letting him go
and going back to the life her father chose sounded cold and dreary. She couldn’t, not yet.
“Kiss me, Theseus, just once.”
Taking a step closer to him, she looked into his mesmerizing eyes. His strong hands
framed her face, his fingers circled her mouth and his eyes darkened with tenderness. When
he leaned into her, her eyelids fluttered shut. His light pressure sweetly opened her mouth.
Her secret wish had come true. The prison walls in Ariadne’s heart disappeared in her
soul, and today Ari’s lips ached.
He bent his head close. Then, she felt his strong lips on hers, and she lost control.
About the Author






Greta Buckle grew up in Irish Catholic Boston before moving to the Miami sun. She’s worked
in engineering, then became a lawyer. After realizing she hates clients, she became a high
school teacher. Teaching is fun, but writing is a passion. She wrote one hundred and one
fan fiction stories online before deciding to transition into writing her own stories. Never ask
her to republish her fan stories from age eleven- horribly written stories of princesses. Greta
dreams of writing professionally, where her barista can make her coffee and a walk on the
beach, can motivate her tales. Theseus story came to her when she was a freshman in
high school as her English teacher, the nun, told her how life was hard and tragedy teaches
lessons. Greta’s love of writing has kept her centered and focused. How is she crazy? The
voices in her head are characters in novels and she’s not insane.