What’s better than luring unsuspecting men to their deaths? Here in Sorchia’s Universe, we don’t see the downside–and the Sirens of Greek mythology are some of our favorite ladies. Author Kryssie Fortune takes the story of the Sirens and gives it a modern boost with her latest release Giving It Up For the Gods. Take a look at her updated take on the tale.
Sirens–Myths, Legends, and Singers by Kryssie Fortune
Everyone’s heard of sirens and how they lured sailors to their doom.
How much do you know about sirens? Turns out I didn’t know much. I took another look at the myth to create Lindy, the heroine of Giving it up for the Gods. Sirens were half bird, half woman and they sang wonderfully.
They were suckered into a singing contest with the Muses. When they lost, they were thrown out of the skies forever. As they fell to earth they lost their feathers and wings. Now they’re sexy, sassy and smart females, but to procreate, they need me. That’s why myths say they sank ships and drowned sailors. Drowned them in pleasure more like. They became the sirens’ willing bed mates on their remote island of Scopuli.
I loved what I learned, but my imagination kicked in. What if the contest was rigged? And why? Most of all, I wondered why they changed forms when they fell. I even wondered if the one-hit-wonders who win TV talent shows were really sirens. My answers formed the basis for my romance novel Giving It Up For the Gods.
I decided Neptune hated sirens for falling from the sky and invading his seas. Each year, to renew his youth, Neptune must bed a virgin – and his sacrifice of choice is a siren. Since my sirens are strong, sassy, and smart, they hate him for it, but he threatens to submerge their homeland if they refuse.
Usually, they draw lots to pick an offering. This year, in a break with tradition, he names Lindy – country and Western singer in an English theatre club. She has forty-eight hours to lose her virginity before Neptune ties her to his altar and takes her by force.
His mermen are hunting for her, and to escape, she runs off with two hotties from the audience. It doesn’t take her long to realise Saul and Jase are as ancient as her race.
Jase swears to protect her, and they go on the run. She’s desperate to give him her virginity, but he’s taken an oath not to touch her. How many ways can the siren-hating Jase find to keep Lindy out of his bed?
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Giving It Up for the Gods by Kryssie Fortune
Convicted of a crime he didn’t commit, the warrior god Janus plummeted from the heights of Olympus to the depths of the Underworld.
After centuries of pain and torment, he finally clawed his way free. He’ll never forgive the gods who condemned him, or the sirens for their part in his downfall.
Each summer, to celebrate the Feast of Neptunealia, Neptune demands a virgin sacrifice. And his sacrifice of choice is a siren.
Sirens are strong, sassy, and sexy.
Lindy’s siren heritage makes her fierce, lusty, and curious, but she dreams of loving one man forever. She won’t give her heart–or her virginity–to a short-lived mortal she might accidentally break in bed. When Neptune demands her as his sacrifice, she’s determined to give her virginity to anybody except him.
Janus, or Jase as he calls himself now, rescues Lindy from Neptune’s mermen. He’s the one man she’s eager to bed. The clock’s ticking. Lindy has forty-eight hours to seduce the siren-hating Jase and win his heart. That or Neptune will find her and take her against her will.
Excerpt – Jase gets Lindy drunk to avoid bedding her.
Lindy hiccupped, giggled, and waved the empty coffee cup in Jase’s face. When she spoke, her voice was a little too loud, and there was a slur in her words. “Whersh the hotel? I can’t wait to undresh and drag you into my bed. You will shcrew me this time, won’t you?”
He took the coffee cup from her hand. “You’ll break something waving that about.”
She hiccupped again, covered her mouth with her hand; then she giggled like a schoolgirl. Her voice carried through the restaurant. “Doshn’t matter. They’ve got more. Letsh go to the hotel, and I’ll lick your balls until your eyes roll back in your head.”
Women either smiled and whispered good-humored comments to their friends or raised their eyebrows, pursed their lips, and looked away. More than one male customer gave her an appraising look…until they spotted Jase’s muscular bulk.
He flushed a little, and his gaze slid away from hers. “Shh, princess. We’re leaving just as soon as I’ve paid the bill.”
Overloud and over expansive, Lindy sat back in her seat. Her arms flopped out, and she just missed a passing waiter. “Come here, Jase. Let me suck on your cock. You will fuck me, won’t you? Or maybe one of the other men here will take my virginity.”
Heads swiveled in her direction. Across the room, someone giggled. Three men at the next table smiled at her drunken antics. One winked and raised his glass in salute.
Lindy leaned toward him. “You’d fuck me, wouldn’t you?”
“Anytime, sweetie, but your friend here might not like it.” He leered.
Behind her, Jase growled.
Lindy ignored him and rose unsteadily to her feet. “Jashe is just a big ole pussycat, when he’s not doing his demon thing. If I sing for you, will you fuck me? I shing real good.”
Jase picked her up and headed for the door. “You’re better than good. You’re amazing. No time for singing, though, princess. That’s our taxi outside.”
She lolled back and threw out her arm. Her head dropped, and her arms flopped back. “You missed a treat, guys. I’m great when I sing.”
She laughed and waved at them, then stared into Jase’s eyes until her alcoholic haze turned her cross-eyed. Her vision blurred, and her voice dropped to a breathless giggle. “Really, Jash? Amashing? That’s good. Shall I shing you a love shong?”
“Not here, princess. Wrap your arms around my neck, and when we reach the hotel, I’ll help out with your little problem.”
“That’s the virginity thing,” she stage-whispered as he carried her outside.
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