I placed my chin on the barrel so he would never forget the face who haunted him.
I failed the goddess.
The hostile and his gun dropped, replaced by Meagan, darling, in a gas mask.
She let go of the frying pan and extended her hand, helping me to my feet.
❝I had him.❞
❝Sure you did.❞ Even with her voice muffled by the mask, I heard her jest. ❝You're welcome, by the way.❞
❝Thank you.❞ I straightened her mask, and smiled.
* * *
Hercules has fucking had it.
Olympus' favorite pretty boy has just been double-crossed by his stepmother, Hera, and now Herc's future throne is promised to his dastardly half-brother. Fed up with the family drama, Herc goes on a permanent vacay to the human realm. In the land of Twitter and cheeseburgers, he doesn't have to worry about three-headed dogs or the constant threat of the Underworld--where Hera is determined to send him.
But Herc has finally found something on Earth he never had in Mount Olympus, something better than lightning, ambrosia, and sex with nymphs combined. Meagan is the only girl who's ever brought Herc to his knees--and he'll be damned if he lets her go.