Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
I woke up in jail with three men fighting over who gets to claim me—and none of them are even human. Number One is a leather-clad demigod with a belt that does more than hold up his jeans. Number Two is a rogue secret agent with a habit of giving orders like he expects to be obeyed. Number Three is a flirty charmer who's convinced I'm his soulmate.
Apparently, I'm part of some ancient prophecy—the missing piece in a divine war. The gods want me back, the Titans want me gone, and these three lunatics are stuck with me in a death-trap labyrinth. To escape, we'll need to unlock our shared powers. Together.
THE STAR WE SHARE is a high-heat, fast-burn why-choose romance where Greek gods meet modern spice. Expect sharp banter, mythic danger, and a maze full of magic, mayhem, and multiple happily-ever-afters
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1 - STAR
Idream of the earworm wriggling its way through my head. I can hear the music and even some of the lyrics, but none of it makes sense. It’s like I’m underwater or listening through a wall.
The words are there—like right there. But I can’t make them out.
So I invent lyrics to the melody in my head.
Make your bed and tip the sky?
The way you live is the way you die?
Except, that’s not it. That’s definitely not it.
Tie your shoe and skip the rope?
Beans are good and corn is dope?
The more I try to figure it out, the more ridiculous my attempts to decipher the muffled words become.
Dig your way into the sun?
Oh, forget it.
Anyway, it’s morning, I guess. My back hurts and why is it so loud in my apartment? I bring a hand up to my head, pressing it against my temple, because I have a raging headache.
This is when I hear a man’s voice and I sit straight up in bed, holding the covers close to my chest just to be extra special sure that no one’s getting a peek at me.
Which is when I realize I’m not in bed. I’m not even at home. In fact, I don’t know where I am. A small room made of cinderblocks with a toilet in the corner.
“Holy shit.” These words come out as a croaked whisper as I spastically brush hair out of my eyes. “I’m in jail.”
“You’re in jail, baby!” These words, and the accompanying laugh, overpower all the other noises. I look in the direction of the voice and find a man leaning into the bars of the cell across the corridor. “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty! Did you have a good rest?”
“Who the hell are you?”
“Star, I’m going to have to advise you not to talk to this man.” This other voice comes from a second man, who slides into my view and pushes the other guy out of the way. “We don’t know who he’s working for and—”
“What’s this ‘we’ shit,” the first guy says. “You two are not a ‘we’. We’re a ‘we’, right Star?”
I brush more hair out of my eyes, as if this might clarify things for me, but, of course, it doesn’t. So I just mumble, “What the fuck is happening?”
Now both of them squint at me.
“You don’t remember?” the second one says.
“Are you sure?” the first one asks.
“Because,” the second one says, “we had a deal and I’m fully expecting you to honor it.”
“Bro,” the first one says, pushing him away. “Shut the fuck up. There was no deal.” He turns his attention to me. “Star, I know I came on a little strong last night, but we had a good thing going, remember? We were gonna go back to my place and—”
I’m shaking my head at him while he continues to talk because while I might’ve gotten drunk enough to get arrested and blackout, I am not a one-night-stand kind of girl. Not at all.
However… as he continues to explain how he and I are a team, I actually process his allure for the first time and start to doubt my certainty. Because holy fuck, this man is hot. Like something out of a myth.
Maybe a little lanky for my tastes, but lanky in a muscular way too. Like a swimmer, everything about him is long. And his shirt is ripped straight down the middle, affording me a perfect view of his equally ripped abs. The whole moment is like a spell. A little magic that lures my eye down to a teasing bit of blond happy-trail just above the waistband of his jeans. My eyes pause there for a moment as my mind catches up.
He laughs. It’s a nice laugh and it comes with an equally charming smile. “See. You remember now, right?” Then he cups his hand over his mouth and whisper yells, “We wrote a little song about it.” He does a weird jerky point to his happy-trail and then breaks into song. The exact melody I was humming in my head just before I woke up. The exact tune that’s been haunting me since I was twelve years old.