Mere mortals brace yourselves for the heat!
Keep reading for an excerpt from Beauty’s War by Anna Edwards & Claire Marta.
It releases August 28th!



I thought I knew who I was.
A girl from Devon with a love of drawing.
A trip to Rome shows ancient forces at work, which I never knew existed.
Beauty in my world has died.
Can he save me from the encroaching darkness?

I’m the God of War.
The God of Masculinity.
If I want something I take it, such is the power I wield.
Is it really possible for a human woman to bring me to my knees?

History tells us of mighty Gods that once ruled the Earth. What it doesn’t say is that over time their powers were suppressed by hatred, violence, and suffering. Many have forgotten their true nature, and those that remain behind strive for balance in a modern world.

Welcome to the Gods Reborn Series, a place where emotions can destroy a planet, supremacy is the ultimate goal, and the possibility of love can change everything that you know forever.


“So, we do this the hard way.”

The fingers of his free hand tangle in my hair, and my head is forced painfully back.

Tears spring to my eyes as I yelp.

Compelling me to move forward until the solid surface of a table meets the tops of my thighs, and then bending me over, he pins me with ease.

Reaching back, I slap at anything I can connect with. It’s a mistake. I’m desperate. Fear blinds me to anything but the urge to escape.

Taking my wrists in a bruising grip, he keeps them clasped behind my back.

“Get the fuck off me.” Bucking, kicking, I soon realize it’s useless. He has me exactly where he wants me. At his mercy and unable to move.

Mars’ length dominates my smaller frame. As sanity returns, I become aware of the blatant press of his rigid cock, which remains in his trousers, against my lower spine.

“Now, are you going to calm down?” His voice is a deep murmur by my ear.

“What are you? An Alien trying to kidnap us for experimentation?”

His chuckle sends heat over my skin. “You really have a vivid imagination, don’t you?”

“After what I just saw, what the hell am I supposed to believe?”

The hand still wrapped in my hair flexes, and his fingertips start to massage my scalp.

A moan trickles from my lips at the tingling sensation. Shoulders slumping, the fight drains from my body.

The more we remain in this position, the harder it is to ignore the stirring of arousal awakening inside me.

Lips brush the back of my neck. A whispering butterfly press of his mouth. My head drops forward, it’s instinctual, allowing him more access. An animal impulse I can’t ignore.

“Your so beautiful, Vicky. I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you,” Mars confesses, his exploration moving to my shoulder.

A sharp nip of teeth makes me shudder with need.

There’s no denying I want him too. The more he touches me, the wetter I become. I don’t understand it. His effect. This feeling he evokes. Yet, no matter how I try, I can’t deny it. He’s a liar. A kidnapper. Probably some kind of pervert. I shouldn’t be so horny.

Gyrating his hips, he grinds his cock into my ass. “Tell me you want me too.”

Thought evaporates. Every wrong or right. Fear. Susan. They vanish as lust roars up so fiercely my head spins.

“Yes.” It’s a breathy whisper. I can’t deny it. It’s uttered with a longing I can’t hide.

The grip on my wrists eases. Hauling me around, he sandwiches me between his hard-packed body and the table.

Lips find mine. They plunder and ravage. His tongue tracing the seam of my mouth, asking for entry.

Without a care, I allow him access.

Mars groans in his throat as he deepens the kiss. Hand cradling the back of my skull, he takes charge. It’s brutal, raw, yet, I crave it. Sweeping me away, I’m lost in only the taste and smell of this dominant masculine male.

“I need you,” his words are muttered when he breaks apart. I can hear the desperation.

I want him too. Need him to fuck me. Everything inside me screams for something I know I shouldn’t want. I’m so turned on common sense is no longer a factor.

Clasping my hips, he lifts me easily, and sits me on the table. I don’t protest. With eager hands, I help him gather my skirt, dragging it higher up to my waist.

Hands shaking, he unbuckles his pants. His cock springs free, bobbing in my direction. It’s beautiful, long, and thick. For a second, I feel panic I might not be able to take him all.

About The Authors

Anna hails from the rural countryside near London.  She previously worked as an accountant, and while she still does a bit of accountancy on occasion, the majority of her time is now spent writing and looking after her family. An avid reader herself, Anna turned to writing to combat depression and anxiety after her diagnosis in 2015. She loves travel, hunky heroes with dirty mouths, demure but spunky heroines, and dramatic suspense. You will find all four woven into each of her magical stories.

Claire has a passion for writing and finally took the plunge getting published. She has always been a fan of everything paranormal, especially romance books. A native Brit, she lives in Italy with her husband and daughter. When she is not writing and drinking copious amounts of tea, she enjoys taking photos of her adoptive country, trying to stay fit with running, reading amazing books and being a stay at home mother.

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