EXCERPT REVEAL - WICKED GODS by Michelle Hercules
Wicked Gods, an all-new Reverse Harem Paranormal Bully Romance by Michelle Hercules releases August 8th!
Nowhere is safe when the gods are wicked.
Since the beginning of times, there has always been two sides: Norms and Idols.
But never have the scales been so unbalanced as they are today.
I’m a Norm, which means, I grew up in fear of the Idols and their godly powers.
And now, I’m going to be surrounded by them, day and night. I’ve been offered a place at the prestigious Gifted Academy, an opportunity very few Norms get.
To survive, I must become invisible. But my hope to get through the academy unscathed goes down the drain when the most powerful boys in school set their eyes on me.
They hate me simply because I’m a Norm. If they knew who I truly am, they’d tear me apart limb by limb. But I’m done cowering away from Idols. It’s time for the Norms to fight back, and it all starts with me.
*Wicked Gods is a mature paranormal high school bully 'why choose' romance.
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EXCERPT
“Excuse me, waitress,” he says
loudly as I walk in front of their table. “We’re ready to order.”
I pause and throw a nervous glance
at Poppy, who’s already coming to the rescue.
“I’ll take your orders, gentlemen,”
he says politely.
“Why?” the boy with the air of
boredom asks, leaning against the back of the booth.
“Well, Daisy’s shift is almost over
and—”
“I don’t give a damn about Daisy’s
fucking shift,” he spits back, raising his voice. “Isn’t our booth in her
section?” His cerulean blue eyes become brighter, turning an electric blue, and
dark veins appear on his stony face before they fade away.
My jaw slackens and my eyes widen
of their own accord. My heart is pounding inside of my chest, wanting to break
free, but I can’t let these bullies take their wrath out on Poppy or our
customers, not on my account.
“It’s okay, Poppy. I can take care
of their orders.” I smile tightly, and then, pushing the fear aside, I turn to
the jackasses. “What can I get you?”
I grip the pen tighter to hide the
shakes that are running through my body and stare at the dark-haired one. He
seems to be the meanest of the bunch, but I can’t bring myself to make eye
contact with the one facing him—Dad’s killer’s lookalike.
“How about a little smile for us,
sugar?” The dark-haired one’s lips unfurl into a wicked grin, and my stomach
coils tightly. I don’t like how he’s watching me like I’m prey.
“Sorry, that’s not on the menu,” I
say before I can help myself.
Daisy,
what the hell are you doing?
“Ouch. Burned in two seconds.
That’s gotta be a record for you, Rufio,” one of them chuckles.
Blond with green eyes, he reminds
me of an actor from a popular TV show. He definitely has the Hollywood package.
Too bad he’s an Idol, and as such is bad to the bone.
“Shut your mouth, Phoenix.” Rufio
levels his friend with a glare.
“What’s the pie of the day?” the
white-haired boy asks.
I have no choice but to look at
him. And fuck me, now I’m tongue-tied for entirely different reasons. His hair
is completely white, but peering at him closely, I can see he definitely
doesn’t possess any resemblance to my father’s murderer. There’s only one word
I can use to describe him: flawless. His face looks like it was carved from
marble, all perfect angles.
Big almond-shaped honey-colored
eyes, framed by ridiculously long eyelashes, watch me intensely. He asked me a
question, and here I am, staring at him like I’m a freaking moron.
“Blueberry,” I croak and then clear
my throat. “Blueberry pie.”
“Is it any good?” He continues to
stare at me.
“The best in town.”
“Why are you even asking if the pie
is any good?” Rufio asks with a hint of annoyance. “You’re going to order it
and eat the whole thing with gusto, even if it tastes like cardboard.”
I turn to the guy. “It doesn’t
taste like cardboard. It’s fucking amazing.”
Okay, I must have a death wish. Why am I talking back to him? He’s a
high-level Idol, for crying out loud.
His eyebrows arch, and he gives me
a crooked grin. “Really? Would you bet your life on it?”
Danger.
Abort. Abort. Too
late. If I back down now, he’ll think I’m afraid of him—which I am. Terrified,
actually. But he can’t know that.
I lift my chin. “Yes.”
Phoenix, the blond one, whistles
and says, “It seems we’ve got a feisty little thing on our hands, boys. This
evening is turning out more amusing than I anticipated.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” the
white-haired guy says bluntly.
He’s right, but oh well. My mother
used to say that my big mouth would be my demise. Maybe the day has finally
come.
“Trust me. I won’t lose,” I reply.
About Michelle Hercules
USA Today bestselling author Michelle Hercules always knew
creative arts were her calling but not in a million years did she think she
would write a novel. With a background in fashion design she thought she would
follow that path. But one day, out of the blue, she had an idea for a book. One
page turned into ten pages, ten pages turned into a hundred, and before she
knew, her first book, The Prophecy of Arcadia, was born.
Michelle Hercules resides in The Netherlands with her husband and daughter. She is currently working on the Legends of Gattica series.
Michelle Hercules resides in The Netherlands with her husband and daughter. She is currently working on the Legends of Gattica series.
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Website - http://michellehercules.com/
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