With: Gemma Brocato
I remember the first time I heard anyone say their Muse was talking to them. Right after I looked up what a Muse was, I wondered if they were hearing voices in their heads, or if some unseen being was whispering in their ear. I guess it was probably in about 5th or 6th grade that we did a unit on mythology. And that started a lifelong fascination with gods and goddesses. I found the myths and fables well… kind of inspiring. Tales of their hijinks and the crazy things they managed to get into. Stories about the how the Zodiac came to be, how the world was held in place by Atlas. And poor old Sisyphus, having to forever roll that boulder up hill. Exhausting. I’ve loved the way people used deities to explain and guide their lives.
When I began considering writing a series based around mythology, I did my research and settled on the Muses. There are nine of them, so plenty of story lines to follow. As I dug deeper and read more, finding the myth of how Zeus was so angered with a minor god, Pierus, suggesting his daughter, the Pierides, were better than the Muses, solidified my plan. Although at times, I wonder what I was thinking to have each Muse have to faceoff against a magpie.
For me, being able to add anecdotal snippets of history (yeah, it’s true, I’m a history nerd) into each novel as a way to enrich the reader experience has been fun. In this first book in the series, Clio, the Muse of History, convinces Jax Callahan to help her cause. Without his cooperation, she could lose the challenge, be transformed into a magpie herself, and the world will be lost to Tyranny.
I hope you’ll enjoy reading the excerpt from Tyranny and find the gods and goddesses as intriguing as I do.
Immortal librarian Clio has existed for thousands of years. Her purpose—to influence and inspire mortals. Now as one has inspired her, a battle is mounting between the Muses and a god who care little for the plight of man. A hostile takeover is imminent at Olympus Enterprises.
History professor Jax Callahan is battling his own uncertainties. His previous employer’s refusal to heed his warnings results in a tragic loss of life. Blaming himself, he no longer believes he can make a difference.
Tyranny will stop at nothing to appease her father and succeed in taking over Olympus and the world. To save mankind, Clio must reveal herself as a Muse to Jax, the man she’s fallen in love with. Facing the end of humanity as they know it, she must convince him to trust in the magic of what if. Because failure spells doom for everyone.
“Take a seat. Can I get you a drink? Beer? Whiskey?” Giving him something strong to drink might make him more comfortable and willing to embrace what she had to tell him. She could use a stiff drink herself.
“Sure.” Jax took a seat on the edge of the couch cushion, bent forward, and propped his elbows on his knees.
Clio headed to the small cupboard opposite the fireplace. Crystal glasses were arranged on top, and she dragged two toward her. The amber-colored whiskey in the etched decanter was an exact match to the shade Jax’s eyes had darkened to as he’d moved within her a short while ago. As she poured three fingers of the spirit in each glass, several drops of whiskey spilled out when her hand shook.
Drinks in hand, she moved back to the sofa. She took a seat next to him and downed a healthy swig from her glass. The whiskey burned a path straight to her belly. Cold practicality iced a spot in her chest right next to the burning uncertainty. This would be the first time she’d ever revealed herself as a Muse to a mortal. Humanity had called on Muses throughout the ages, but she and her sisters had never done a damn thing to confirm their actual existence.
Risking a glance at Jax, she found his gaze locked on her face. He nodded, his brows raised in encouragement. “Clio, just spit it out.”
She set the glass aside and twisted to face him. She slid one foot under the opposite leg and tucked the robe under her knee. Pressing a hand on his thigh, she took the plunge. “Jax, have you ever heard of the Muses?”
“You mean like the band?”
She snorted. Terri was to blame for the techno-rocker’s name. Clio remembered how her sister had laughed like a demented loon once that band had crashed onto the music scene.
Focus, dammit! She shook away the memory. “No, like the beings who serve to inspire people to achieve greatness in art, writing, or science.”
Jax’s smile dimples. “Ah, you’re talking about mythology.”
About the Author:
Gemma’s favorite desk accessories for many years were a circular wooden token, better known as a ’round tuit,’ and a slip of paper from a fortune cookie proclaiming her a lover of words; some day she’d write a book. All it took was a transfer to the United Kingdom, the lovely English springtime, and a huge dose of homesickness to write her first novel. Once it was completed and sent off with a kiss, even the rejections addressed to ‘Dear Author’ were gratifying. After returning to America, she spent a number of years as a copywriter, dedicating her skills to making insurance and the agents who sell them sound sexy. Eventually, her full-time job as a writer interfered with Barclay Publicity, LLC Author and Book Promotion, Simplified. her desire to be a writer full-time and she left the world of financial products behind to pursue a career as a romance author. Gemma focuses mainly on contemporary and paranormal romance, with an occasional detour into science fiction romance. Her titles are available in digital and print-on-demand at all major retailers.
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