Books by Lisa Beth Darling

Of War Series

The Heart of War
Child of War-A God is Born
Christmas Eve on Olympus
Child of War-Rising Son
Women of War
Kingdoms of War
Of War Complete Series

           

Sister Christian Series

Genesis
Sins of the Father
Mysterious Ways
Prodigal Son

           

The Doc Series

On a Hot Summer Night
Cold November Rain
Regret Me Not

           

Standalone

Obsession

          

Non-Fiction

The Shame of
Eminent Domain

A Window to
Magickal Herbalism

          

Free Stories

Sex, Love, Magick
50 Shades of War
Daughter of the Gods
A Night at the Office

          

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General Excerpt from Child of War-A God is Born

Author: Lisa Beth Darling
Genre: Adult Fiction
Categories:Dark Adult Paranormal Romance Erotica

           

Sitting on his Throne in the silence of the Fortress, listening to nothing but the sound of his own breath and the rumbling of his stomach, Ares remembered when their whirlwind honeymoon ended. What a honeymoon it was! He hadn't seen so much of the globe in centuries. It was exhilarating, exciting, and wondrous to watch this old world unfold before Alena's bewildered, stormy eyes. Even more than the sparkle in her eyes, he adored the waddle in her walk as Raven became heavier within her. She went from gracefully floating about at his side, her arm looped through his-the other hand lovingly caressing the little bud growing inside her-as they strolled down the banks of the Seine, to a gait more akin to Daffy Duck than a willowy Fey.

Alena told the baby about everything she was seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, even how things felt. Things like the sun upon her face, the sand between her toes, or the petal of a rose in her fingers. One day, just before they left France, Ares turned to her and asked what she was doing and why she was doing it.

Alena just looked up at him and said that Raven wanted to know and so she was telling him. At night, as they lay together naked and warm, she would sing old Celtic lullabies and something called 'The Rose'. It was a pretty tune and Ares loved to hear her sing it. Alena told Raven stories of her homeland and insisted that Ares do the same. Having no direct experience here, but understanding that expectant mothers often used their unborn children to coax expectant fathers into giving them what they wanted, Ares stroked the beard on his chin and looked at her closely. The look in her gray eyes said she was serious; Alena believed she could communicate with Raven and to her it seemed a very natural ability. Altogether unsure that Alena was communicating with Raven or that the baby could even hear him, Ares humored his wife as he regaled her tummy with tales of glorious battles won and lost. It was easy for Ares to get lost in his storytelling, so whenever his language became a bit too graphic she would nudge him by clearing her throat, thereby reminding him to keep his tale to the PG version. They would laugh.

After all the eons of War and Battle, Peace had finally come to him and he would never cease being this happy and blissful.

He should have known better, especially when it started to appear as though Raven were speaking back to her when she thought no one was around.

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