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About The Soul of Love by E.X. Alexander
Title: The Soul of Love
Author: E.X. Alexander
Series: The Primordialomachy Series #1
Genre: Paranormal Romance
For generations, the Greek gods have been at war with each other; fighting to sit on the throne of Mt. Olympus.
Eros, the god of love and the most powerful of the ancients, has been waging his own secret war. For eons, he has been looking for his lost soul mate, Psyche; her return marks the beginning of the end of the reign of the Olympians, and the restoration to power by the primordial gods. But she has been reborn as a mortal, with no memory of him.
Psyche holds the key to the throne of Mt. Olympus. With her and Eros’ enemies coming out of the shadows to stop them, it is a race against time. If she cannot reunite her soul with Eros, her powers, memories, and the lives of the gods and mortals alike will be forever lost.
Excerpt from The Soul of Love
© 2021
E.X. Alexander
“PSYCHE!”
The agonizing shout of her name broke her out of the trance she had been caught in. Her eyes snapped open, and at first she was disoriented, the bright light in the room blinding her as her eyes fought to adjust. Blinking, she looked down, and an eternity seemed to pass as she sat frozen, trying to process the scene before her.
Phanes. Her husband. She was finally seeing him. Her eyes feasted hungrily on him. Her heart wept with joy. He finally trusted her enough to reveal himself. He was so achingly handsome. Blond and blue-eyed, he had said. What a typical male answer when describing his coloring. It didn’t even remotely come close to describing his beauty.
She recognized him. Eros. Her husband was the god of love. An immortal. How could she not have guessed? All the clues were there. She should have recognized him, especially when his drakon told her their true name. Then it came to her. Aphrodite and her vendetta against her. Of course. No wonder he kept his identity secret.
His tousled blond hair was threaded with multiple shades of gold, sunlight, and silver. His eyes were so many shades of blue, and they were so vivid, they glowed. Even as the thought crossed her mind, his eyes quickly dimmed, the light flickering like a candle that had reached its end.
Pain. He was in pain.
“Psyche. Why?” he whispered brokenly.
Confused, she dragged her gaze from his face and looked down. A startled cry burst from her as she stared uncomprehendingly at his chest. Blood. So much blood. His chest was covered in it. A knife wound clearly visible in his upper shoulder. She went to grab the blanket, to press it against the wound and hopefully staunch the flow.
She froze, staring in disbelief at what she was clutching in her hand, the sheet temporarily forgotten. A dagger. Her hand trembled. It couldn’t be. Dear gods, no. A bloody dagger was in her hand. Both were covered in her husband’s blood, marking her with the evidence of her crime.
No! her soul screamed in agony. She couldn’t have done such an evil deed. She couldn’t have stabbed him. Not her beloved husband. The man she loved with all her heart and soul. But the damning evidence was right in front of her. Her guilt undeniable.
He let out a soft moan, snapping her out of her frozen state.
Dropping the dagger, she frantically ripped the sheets and pressed them against his wound. It had to stop bleeding. He would heal, she desperately thought to herself. He could heal himself. He had to be alright. He was powerful. A god. There was no way he could die from an ordinary stab wound. He would be alright. He had to be alright. Even as her jumbled thoughts raced through her mind, the wound continued to bleed. It wasn’t stopping. The sheet quickly became soaked with his blood.
Why wasn’t it stopping? He just lay there, not moving. Not fighting. Silent. He wasn’t raging at her, condemning her for trying to kill him. He just lay there. A soul-shattering expression of defeat in his eyes. Death. He looked like he wished to die from her betrayal. She pressed harder. She had to save him. He groaned weakly in pain.
“Help! Please, somebody help us!” she screamed, frantic.
A sudden animalistic roar rent the air outside their bedroom. The strength of its inhuman rage and agony tore through the palace, shaking it to its very foundation.
Eros curled his fingers around her wrist. For a brief moment, the world came to a standstill as they gazed into each other’s eyes. In that one moment, they shared a lifetime of what could have been. The life they could have shared. A dozen thoughts reflected in their depths. Regret. Love. But the most heartbreaking was the bitter defeat in his eyes before he looked away, pushing her hand off him. She suddenly found herself pushed off to the side of the bed, Eros staggering to his feet. He stumbled, weak. “Pax!” he shouted.
Pax appeared, her normally rosy complexion pale at the sight of a blood-stained Eros. “What happened?”
He shook his head in despair. Psyche wept silently. He could barely bring himself to look at her. When he finally did, she crumbled in shame on the bed. She couldn’t bear the shattered look of betrayal on his face.
“It doesn’t matter. Just protect Psyche. No matter what happens.”Then he turned his back on them and flew out the window, transforming into his drakon form. In the distance, she could make out another drakon winging its way to the palace. It was a mirror image of her husband’s beast, though this one was all black with silver-tipped spikes. They met in midair, a clash of claws and teeth as they grappled with each other, both fighting for supremacy.
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About E.X. Alexander
E.X. Alexander is a romance author who loves to tell a good romance story: the hotter, the better. A proud Greek American (no My Big Fat Greek Wedding jokes or she’ll be forced to pull out the Windex 😉 who loves to spend time with her family and friends. There is no better way to relax than to curl up with a steamy romance novel with purr babies under a blanket. Okay, a spa day would be a close second. If she is not reading or writing she can usually be found in her car listening to heavy metal and rock music in pursuit of her two favorite fruits: coffee and chocolate. (Yes, they are fruits.)
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