WARNING: This book contains scenes as debauched as the gods themselves. If you don’t enjoy rough, unconfined sexuality between gods, demigods, and mortals, then this isn’t the book for you. If you love all that and werewolves, then you’re in luck…
Sybil lives alone in a small house outside the city walls of Delphi. Her days are usually spent painting the scenes of prophecy Apollo sends her onto pottery that she can sell to make ends meet, because in a city with so many oracles, simply telling people their future doesn’t pay enough to put food on the table. The morning after a strange, arousing dream leaves Sybil feeling restless, three handsome and strange men walk into the pottery shop looking for her, and her imagination begins to run wild, blurring the lines of desire and prophecy when they ask for her help.
Jason, Castor, and Pollux haven’t had the best of luck on their recent adventures aboard the Argo. What should have been a quick stop by the island of Aeaea to be cleansed by the sorceress Circe has left them struggling with an even larger problem that likes to rear its furry head and sharp fangs whenever they become aroused. But that won’t do at all, if Jason’s to return home to his cruel wife, Medea. After receiving instructions from their fellow Argonaut Orpheus, Jason leads his two companions across the sea to the great city of Delphi to seek the help of a particular oracle. But when Jason sets eyes on Sybil and feels the beast within him start to stir, doubt grows in his mind as to whether her abilities could help him and his companions or if he’ll soon find himself deep under the spell of another beautiful and powerful woman…
Elektra Kennedy 