Women of War

Venture on a Journey Through Secrets Past

Book #5 in the OF WAR Series spans four generations of women in Alena’s family from her great-grandmother, Shar Draiocht the last known Queen of the Dark Kingdom to her tortured daughter Morrowind, to Maven Alena’s free-spirited mother and through the lonely life of Alena MacLeod ending where “The Heart of War” begins with the night Alena washes up on Ares’ shore. With intensity, lust, fear, and strength these Women of War make their way in the world revealing the hidden truths of the past and Ares true connection to his beloved Wife, Alena. 

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Excerpt

But their shouts of victory were cut short when Ares let out his sneering reply.

“I’d like to see you try.”  There was fire in his eyes and his voice but, in the end, even Ares knew he was beaten.

 “I’d be careful if I were you.  From what I see by your weeping wounds, God of War,” she raised her eyes to look out at the angry mob and speak directly to them, “my Sisters handed you your sorry ass today.”

The cheer that met that statement was deafening.  It was so loud it made Ares cringe as he knelt before the Queen.  Ares turned to look at the thousands of irate Faes behind him and decided to defer. Although he knew the right thing to say, it took Ares a few moments to choke down his pride long enough to get the words out of his throat past his aching jaw.  “Fine, they bested me, I admit it.  They defeated me in battle.”

“Did you hear that, Sisters?”  Shar held her arms wide as though she were welcoming in the embrace of a long lost lover.  “You beat the Olympian Pig, the Son of that dog from hell, you defeated the God of War!”

The din that followed made the roar before sound like a whisper.  The entire tree with its underground village shook as they whooped, hollered, stomped their feet and their staffs in a heated pagan beat, screaming for his death.  The Queen let it go on and on reveling in their moment of hard won victory and long sought after glory before she silenced them.  “I hear your cries!  I salute you, all of you!  My strong and fearsome Sisters!”  She looked down at Ares again.  “Your words are sweet, rational, even believable, but the coldness in your eyes belie the lies in them.  You came here to take us back to Olympus, to enslave us, to lay us at your Father’s feet.  I should have you killed.”

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