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Power is a strange and broken thing.

He was the sun god, the god of healing and song.

And prophecy.

Apollo has lived alone for centuries, content to spin out the years wandering a new and strange world, lost in the past and endless versions of the future. He has cut all ties with the remains of Olympus and his power, and hidden himself in humanity.

His twin thinks he’s depressed, spending his time in coffee shops, hospital waiting rooms, and concert halls…and nothing matters. Not really.

Until her.

Iris. With her teasing mouth and soulful music and eyes that remind him of the past.

He can’t resist her smile.

A girl as wild as he was, once, with a poet’s tongue and the body of a siren, who for one night makes him forget all the years and everything he gave up.

And he can’t stop fate.

Gods knows he’s tried.

He can’t help taking her.

Even if he knows better.

When Iris wakes up screaming, caught up in visions of the future, Apollo realizes that he didn’t leave his power quite as far behind as he thought.

He’s the god of prophecy and he’s been running from it, for centuries.

Iris is everything he has to avoid.

Now he has a furious Oracle on his hands, his sister trying to fix him, and someone is killing the gods.

It’s not just his tenuous sanity that hangs in the balance this time.

It’s all of Olympus.

Godhood really wasn’t supposed to be this hard.

Artemis slams through the door.

She is still wearing her ceremonial garb. Her hounds are seething at her sides, and her eyes are cold and deadly as she storms through the door of my apartment and into the tiny kitchen with all the force of a midnight storm. Just as cruel and cold and devastating.

"Artie," I say, my voice dry and vaguely annoyed.

She ignores me, stalking closer to Iris, who sits still and wide-eyed as a goddess examines her for faults.

I'm kind of absurdly proud of my girl for not squirming under that gaze. I've seen fucking Hades squirm under it. My sister is a sweetheart, for sure, but she's also the goddess of the hunt, and she's a fucking force to be reckoned with.

"What the fuck are you doing with my brother?" she snarls, her voice low and deliberate. Like the quiet pad of a predator stalking its prey.

"I think I'm having coffee, if he ever remembers that's what he was supposed to be doing in the kitchen," Iris says, giving me a dirty look.

I jolt into action and watch from the corner of my eye as Artemis stares down at my new Oracle.

"What favor did you extract for this power?" she snaps, furious. She's almost shaking with it and for a heartbeat, I wonder if Iris will be the exception to this rule, too.

My handmaidens are toys to be played with and broken. My priests are the same. I've never lifted a hand to stop Artemis from venting her anger against my chosen.

But my Oracle has always been untouchable. Maybe it's because she knew Del, the first one, and she has a sentimental streak (that she vehemently denies) or maybe it's because she doesn't want to test me. Doesn't want to pit her considerable strength against my own.

Maybe it's a simple as she knows that my Oracle is special to me, and won't raise a hand against her because she doesn't want to hurt me.

Whatever the reason, my Oracle has never been touched. Has never been harmed. Not by Artemis. But now, watching the way my sister bristles and snarls, and stares at the unblinking Oracle in her sun chair, my kitten in her lap, I wonder if now she will.

Artie has spent most of the past few thousand years, worried about me and tending to me in my madness. An insanity brought on because I am an idiot and refused to listen when Del said, so many years ago, that some prophecies are not meant for even me.

 

 

Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.

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BROKEN GOD Blurb:

Power is a strange and broken thing. 

He was the sun god, the god of healing and song. 

And prophecy. 

Apollo has lived alone for centuries, content to spin out the years wandering a new and strange world, lost in the past and endless versions of the future. He has cut all ties with the remains of Olympus and his power, and hidden himself in humanity. 

His twin thinks he’s depressed, spending his time in coffee shops, hospital waiting rooms, and concert halls…and nothing matters. Not really. 

Until her. 

Iris. With her teasing mouth and soulful music and eyes that remind him of the past. 

He can’t resist her smile. 

A girl as wild as he was, once, with a poet’s tongue and the body of a siren, who for one night makes him forget all the years and everything he gave up. 

And he can’t stop fate. 

Gods knows he’s tried. 

He can’t help taking her. 

Even if he knows better. 

When Iris wakes up screaming, caught up in visions of the future, Apollo realizes that he didn’t leave his power quite as far behind as he thought. 

He’s the god of prophecy and he’s been running from it, for centuries. 

Iris is everything he has to avoid. 

Now he has a furious Oracle on his hands, his sister trying to fix him, and someone is killing the gods. 

It’s not just his tenuous sanity that hangs in the balance this time. 

It’s all of Olympus. 

Godhood really wasn’t supposed to be this hard.  

     

There are a few things that will never change, despite everything else that has. When I call, my sister will come. Always. It is the unshakable truth that my entire world is built on, from my first memories to this day. So when I piece it together, I don’t think. I slide my phone out, even in the hospital room while Iris murmurs at her brother and Heath eyes me like I might break her. Stupid boy. I already have. I text her and slide the phone away. I don’t need to watch to know she’ll answer, any more than I need the answer to know she’ll be at my apartment when we return. This is Artemis, who has made a life of taking care of me and worrying about me. I listen to Heath and Lily talk around Iris, listen to her increasingly fragmented babble, and when Heath sends Lily a confused look, I intervene. Catch her hand and let a thin trickle of power seep from me to her. “We had a very long day, and she didn’t sleep well. I think I should probably take her home and let her get some rest. Do you mind?” Heath does. I can tell, the way he’s bristling but Iris slumps into me and yawns, impressively, backing up every lie I’m spinning. “I’ll be back tomorrow, ok? You just. You rest. I’ll be back tomorrow.” She’s still looking over her shoulder when I pull her from the room. Her eyes are wide and serious when we duck into a stairwell. "What happened to him?" she asks. Staring at me like I might give her answers. Like she has the right to demand answers from me. Smart girl. I tuck her hair back, behind her ears and ignore the low growl of warning it earns me. "If I promise to tell you when we reach my apartment. Will you trust me a little bit longer, sweetheart?" Her eyes narrow. "Last time we got to your apartment, you and I didn't do much in the way of talking." I grin at that. Because. Fair point. 

   

Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.

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Cover Reveal: Broken God by Nazarea Andrews

 

Today we are having a cover reveal for BROKEN GOD by Nazarea Andrews. This book will release September 22nd and will be up for pre-order soon. Broken God is an adult contemporary fantasy, standalone novel. Check out the exclusive excerpt below.

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BROKEN GOD Blurb:

Power is a strange and broken thing. He was the sun god, the god of healing and song. And prophecy. Apollo has lived alone for centuries, content to spin out the years wandering a new and strange world, lost in the past and endless versions of the future. He has cut all ties with the remains of Olympus and his power, and hidden himself in humanity. His twin thinks he’s depressed, spending his time in coffee shops, hospital waiting rooms, and concert halls…and nothing matters. Not really. Until her. Iris. With her teasing mouth and soulful music and eyes that remind him of the past. He can’t resist her smile. A girl as wild as he was, once, with a poet’s tongue and the body of a siren, who for one night makes him forget all the years and everything he gave up. And he can’t stop fate. Gods knows he’s tried. He can’t help taking her. Even if he knows better. When Iris wakes up screaming, caught up in visions of the future, Apollo realizes that he didn’t leave his power quite as far behind as he thought. He’s the god of prophecy and he’s been running from it, for centuries. Iris is everything he has to avoid. Now he has a furious Oracle on his hands, his sister trying to fix him, and someone is killing the gods. It’s not just his tenuous sanity that hangs in the balance this time. It’s all of Olympus. Godhood really wasn’t supposed to be this hard.  

A Note From N: A few months ago, a friend tagged me in a writing prompt. The word was Apollo and the 500 word short story inspired this book. The Greek pantheon has always been a favorite of mine, and slipping back into that world was intoxicating. I couldn’t shake my slightly crazy Apollo who liked coffee and lived a little too mortal for a god. So I wrote this book, even though I shouldn’t. Because I couldn’t not. Because I loved it and I needed to write something that wrapped me up and consumed me. And this was it. I hope you give my crazy god a chance and I hope you love him as much as I do.

     

I spend a lot of time walking. 

Artie says its in my nature. That I will eternally chase the sun. But then, my twin is a bit annoying. I just like to walk. 

Back when the world was young and I was young, I rode the winds and sunbeams, and when that got old, I walked. 

I met Del there. On a dusty road outside what would one day become an empire’s capitol, and then turn to dust. 

I met many people on the road, over the years. 

But that doesn’t matter. 

Today matters. 

Artie says I spend more time in my head than I do in reality, and that’s part of my problem. I think reality is a little bit fucked up when you’re an immortal god, but I’ve long since stopped arguing with her. 

I wake before the sun rises. Always. Slip into a pair of scuffed up jeans and loose flipflops that look like they’ll fall apart but that fit like a second skin. I wiggle my toes around and tug on a black tshirt and a beanie over my long hair, and then I push out into the darkness. 

I live in the center of the city, in a shitty walkup apartment over a Korean takeout place. It’s dirty and needs to be ripped down and rebuilt, and the lights in the hallway don’t work—neither does the deadbolt. 

But it does the job, and it’s close to three of my favorite coffee shop and a little bar that has the best indie bands on the weekends. Sometimes, when I leave the windows open, I can hear the music from my bed, and I don’t even have to leave the apartment to get my fix. 

But now, the sun is rising and with it, me. 

There’s a spot, a few miles from my place, that I can go. Climb to the top of the ten story building and sit on the edge of the roof, my feet dangling into nothing. It’s not the tallest building—there are others that obscure my vision, but there’s a sliver of horizon, where everything breaks perfectly to let me see for miles. 

I wait for her here. 

My sister thinks it’s ridiculous for the god of the sun to live in a place that is perpetually covered in cloud. 

What she doesn’t understand, what she’s never understood is that my power isn’t bound just because I can’t see her. 

I can feel the sun. 

I can feel the way the air lightens and the heavy weight of darkness eases back, a little. The way the power that is mine, that I have mostly ignored for centuries, tingles awake like a limb that hasn’t been used in too long. Tempting to shake out and flex, just to make the pins and needles pain go away. 

I shove that down and twist my ring and tilt my head back, until I’m smiling into the clouds, and far beyond the dreary gray, my girl rises to greet the day, and me. 

I sit there for a long time, while the sun creeps up and the city comes awake. It’s a strange place for me to choose as my own, but I like it. It reminds me of the little temple where Del lived, all those centuries ago. She always liked the way the mist clung to the grass and the way the shadows played in the valleys and between the sides of the mountains. She would tease and tell me that even as powerful as I was, I did not rule everything. 

Del always liked knocking me into my place. Liked to forget that I was a god. 

A wide eyed girl shaking with terror and screaming with visions, cowering from me. 

I blink. 

A girl with a smirk and violet eyes that seem worried and ancient, and her fingers dig into her skin, drawing blood even as she laughs and kisses me. 

Del. 

I shudder and sway on the edge of the roof. The past is blurry. So damn blurry, but there are moments that stand out, sharp and painful. 

This is a bad idea, Father. 

I smile, tight and bitter. She would be so proud of herself, that she was right. My girl was always damn good at reaching into the future, even further than the ones who came before her. 

I shake that thought, shake the fingers of madness that clutch too tight today, and push myself off the edge of the building. Power scratches along my skin, clawing at my shoulder and I dangle there, balanced on my toes on the edge of the building, poised between sky and sun and nothingness.

Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.

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