LEGENDARY CONSULTANTS #1
In love with her demigod billionaire boss…
|When Legendary Consultants placed Lyleia Naiad in her job as Executive Assistant to a high-powered billionaire, she was given one directive–do NOT fall in love with him. Given that he’s a demigod, a successful businessman, and handsome as sin, makes that a tall order for anyone. But as an ex-nymph, she has the unique ability to resist his god-like charms.Or does she? More than a year later, Castor Dioskouri has managed to capture her heart, a feat no man, demigod, or god has ever managed. Given the reason she was hired, she’s kept her feelings to herself. Besides, Cas is still in love with his deceased wife from over a millennium ago, and Leia is a failed nymph who couldn’t protect her own spring.
But now, they must attend a werewolf mating ceremony together. An event where the pheromones fly, and so do clothes, inhibitions, and common sense.
Can Leia resist her heart and her boss? Or will she lose her pride, her job, and her mind trying?
Novella | Self-Published | 2/19/2016
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✭✭✭✭✭ Looking for an amazing read? “Her Demigod Complex” delivers in fantasy spades as a tight story with sizzle and suspense. There’s no room for wasted words in this type of writing and Ms. Owen’s skill at setting up the plot, endearing the characters to the readers, presenting the protagonist as truly bad in relatively few pages, is remarkable….This is a must-have in a reader’s light but fun library! ~InD’tale Magazine (2017 RONE Finalist)
✭✭✭✭✭ There was a surprising amount of plot here and the characters were quite likable. So much so, that other books in this collection are on my TBR list. ~Red Hot Books (Top 5 of 2016)
✭✭✭✭✭ I fell in love with this funny romantic tale…Gods, demigods, nymphs, werewolves, betrayal, love, redemption and most importantly an HEA seriously what’s not to love! ~Romance Authors That Rock
✭✭✭✭✭ Alright, I’m starting to think that Abigail Owen is some kind of sorceress. I’m notorious for not being a huge fan of paranormal romance, but by goddess if this woman doesn’t make me like the genre! That’s gotta be some strong magic at work right there… It’s got everything you could want. A little magic, suspense, romance, sexxxx, and did I mention a bit of Greek mythology? Loooove it! ~Romance 4 the Beach
✭✭✭✭✭ Can you say, wow, Abigail Owen, you have done it, again? Her Demigod Complex is one of those reads that just hits every YES button I have! Yes, these are fabulous characters-YES this tale is filled with tempting romance-YES there is quirky humor, sexual tension, sticky situations and great characters-YES, there is an evil entity that you just want to hiss and boo at-YES, every page is magnetic and a total pleasure to read-and finally, YES, what an ending! ~Tome Tender
Castor stood at the front of the chapel beside Marrok, who appeared as cool as ever while he waited for his bride.
Like the exterior, built in natural stone, the interior of the building was simple, constructed of thick pine logs. Pews carved from matching pine wood stood in rows with a single aisle down the center, a deep red velvet carpet leading up to the altar and pulpit. Floor to ceiling windows at the front revealed an incredible view of the lake, which glittered under the brilliant light of the full moon.
Marrok suddenly gave a low whistle.
“Did you see Lyleia before coming here?”
“Was she dressed for the wedding yet?”
“No.” She’d preferred to come to the ceremony without him, a decision which had bothered him more than it should. She’d muttered something about needing to sit near the back. Whatever that meant. Best guess, she was avoiding the werewolf who’d ruined her identity as a nymph. The only thing keeping him from ripping out the bastard’s neck when they’d been introduced ten minutes earlier was not wanting to ruin his friend’s important day. That, and Leia had warned him not to before he’d left the hotel.
“Let’s just say you’re going to need a very large stick.” Dark laughter lurked in Marrok’s voice.
“To beat off the wolves.”
His friend was obviously enjoying the hilarity of the situation but had to be mistaken. Leia was gorgeous, but she didn’t flaunt her beauty, tending to dress on the conservative side. Besides, he doubted she wanted to call attention to herself with Kaios here.
He scanned the crowds filing in at the back of the chapel. “I don’t see her.”
“Navy dress. Her hair is up.”
Navy sounded right. Conservative. The way his nymph liked to dress.
He caught a flash of blue and the top of her blond hair piled high on her head. Then the tuxedoed man blocking most of her from view stepped aside. What was Marrok talking about? While she looked incredible to him—his body started to heat up at the sight of her like it always did—he harbored feelings for her. Given the way the other ladies were dressed, he doubted Leia had anything to worry about with the wolves.
The dress was long, draping to the floor, the top gathered over her right shoulder. No cleavage showed. A thin slit at her hip showed a sliver of flat belly. Sexy as all hell. But still covered up compared to the skin on display from the lady wolves. Leia appeared classy in a room full of overdone.
She caught his eye and waved. Her lips, painted bright pink, stretched wide in a smile. Castor caught his breath as his stomach clenched in response. Her smile was for him alone. How he knew, he wasn’t entirely sure. His heart hadn’t tripped over itself like this since he’d met his wife. Only this was different, not stronger exactly, but…different. Leia pointed at the back pew, indicating where she intended to sit.
Someone he couldn’t see snagged her attention, though she seemed reluctant to turn away from him, but she did.
Castor inhaled sharply.
The back to the dress was…there was no damn back to the dress. The garment was held in place by a thin strap or two across her shoulders, dipping low to a point above her curvy derriere. Barely above.
“Holy hell.” His body, already charged by the intimate smile she’d graced him with, responded rapidly. He shifted his stance, trying to ease his discomfort. In the meantime, every man around her did a double take. What was she thinking? Luckily, Kaios was already seated up front.
Cas gritted his teeth. “I see what you mean.”
Marrok had the temerity to chuckle. “You’re a lucky man.”
“She’s my assistant.”
Yeah. He didn’t believe it either.