No Greater Love: Sons of Aphrodite, #1

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Editor: Erika Orrick

Second Edition

Copyright © 2014 Andi Anderson

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Published in the United States of America.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: No Greater Love: Sons of Aphrodite 1 is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are fictionalized. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The story contains explicit sexual content and is intended for adult readers.

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PUBLISHER

Mischief Corner Books, LLC

Dedication

For my beloved husband. You are my soul mate and best friend. Thank you for believing in me. You are my dream come true!

To my sister and my mother. I love you so much. Thank you for always being there for me.

Thanks to Michele L. Montgomery. You know what you've done for me. You are amazing!

A huge THANK YOU to my friends at Mischief Corner Books. You are all awesome and I don't know what I would do without you. You guys rock!

And for everyone who believes in true love… this one is for you!

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following word marks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Mazda MX-5 Miata: Mazda Motor Corp.

Impala: General Motors, LLC

Table of Contents

Title

Copyright

Dedication

Trademarks Acknowledgement

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Epilogue

Dear Reader

About Andi Anderson

Also by Andi Anderson

About Mischief Corner Books

Prologue

Eros landed delicately on his small feet in front of his mother's door. The home Aphrodite chose to dwell in was nothing short of sophistication and glamour.

Just like his mother.

He hefted his golden crossbow and arrows onto his shoulder, reached up, raised the heavy black iron knocker, and let it fall twice. After a few moments the big white door opened and he was greeted by Henry, his mother's butler. The old man looked at him through watery blue eyes and a happy smile formed on his wrinkled and weathered face.

Young Eros, pleased to see you, sir.

Eros fought the snort that threatened to escape at being called young. He was centuries older than Henry, yet since he never aged, he would always be considered a young man to his friend.

Thank you, Henry. Is my mother here? he asked as he followed Henry into the large opulent foyer of the enormous mansion.

Absolutely, young Eros. Shall I show you into the sitting room? I'll go tell the Missus that you've arrived.

Eros shook his head. That's all right, Henry. I'll show myself into the sitting room, so you can go ahead and tell her I'll be waiting for her there.

Henry smiled at him and bowed. Very good, sir, he said as he slowly started walking up the large curved staircase that led to Eros's mother's rooms. He watched the old man climb steadily up them and inwardly sighed.

Damn, Henry's getting old.

He walked into the sitting room and looked around. With its marbled floors and opulent furniture, it was a room fit for a king… or at the very least, a goddess. He looked at the elegant decorations and the expensive and delicate-looking furniture then sat gingerly on the red velvet chaise. Even with his slight weight, the chaise almost looked too fragile to hold him. He set his crossbow and arrows on the floor beside him and prepared himself for the whirlwind he called his mother. As the minutes dragged on, he became nervous, and he started to bounce his leg up and down anxiously. He took several deep breaths to calm himself and looked around at the elegant oil paintings that decorated the stark white walls.

They were all gorgeous, but they were also very impersonal. There were no pictures or memories of any of his other family members or himself. It always amazed him how aloof his mother really could be when she wanted to.

Darling! There you are. It has been forever since you've visited your mother. Come here and give me a hug, angel. His mother's musical voice suited the woman herself. Both were enchantingly beautiful and hard to ignore.

He looked over at Aphrodite and rose politely to his feet. She glided gracefully toward him with a stunning smile on her lovely face. Her long blonde hair was elegantly swept off of her delicate pale neck, while some artfully arranged pieces fell down her back and shoulders in long, lush curls. The shimmering pure white gown she wore accentuated her petite, but perfectly formed body. Her blue-green eyes sparkled as she looked at him and a beautiful smile formed on her pink, full lips. Whether from true happiness or sheer mischief, Eros didn't know, and despite himself he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of her.

She could be a meddlesome ninny, but he still loved her and he couldn't help but be happy to see her… even if she did scare the living Hades out of him.

Mother, he said, as he cautiously stepped toward her. She ran the last few steps to him and practically leaped into his arms. She held him tightly within her embrace and squeezed him close.

Maybe she was glad to see him after all.

She smelled of chocolate chip cookies and sunshine. His personal favorites. But then again, she knew that. She was the master at manipulation and seduction; doing little things that endeared her to those around her was one thing that Aphrodite did best.

Ahh… shame on you, darling, for staying away so long. Your loving mother has been very worried about her favorite son.

Eros fought the second snort he wanted to give within the last few minutes. His mother loved all and was very well loved by all. They both knew she had no favorite child or lover, but he politely nodded and gently pulled away from her clutching embrace.

He took a step back and she motioned for him to sit back down on the frail-looking chaise. He gently eased back onto it and she sat gracefully down beside him.

How are you, Mother? How is Adonis? Eros asked politely. His mother was notorious for having many lovers. So many in fact, he wasn't sure who his father really was.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. We're not together any longer. I've heard he's with some mortal woman now. Ares has moved back in. He's more understanding of my needs, and his passionate nature has always given me the greatest pleasure, she said as she smiled affectionately at her son.

Why am I not surprised?

His mother raised an elegantly arched eyebrow at him as if she had read his mind. He quickly cleared those thoughts as he smiled sweetly at her.

That innocent look won't work with me, dear. Now tell me what brings you to visit me after so many long months of your absence, she stated as she delicately leaned back against the uncomfortable chaise with an impish smile on her flawless face.

He sighed and looked away. He had prepared what he wanted to say to her several times before he came here, but now that he was in her presence, he found it hard to come up with any coherent words. They sat several moments in complete silence before he managed to gather his wayward thoughts together and speak.

Mother, I'm extremely unhappy. I need a break from my duties. I'm tired of shooting people with my arrows and making some of the most undeserving people find true love. Why do I have to help people along anyway? Can't some people just fall in love on their own?

He really had become disenchanted with his job. Ever since that disastrous favor he did for his mother had backfired, Eros had never been the same. After all, he had been a victim of his own poisoned arrow and had to live with his untrusting ex-wife, Psyche. Ironically, he had never been attracted to women before the arrow mishap, and to be fair, he liked her; he just knew in his heart that they weren't ever meant to be together. Besides, he had always preferred the company of men, but once he had been pricked by the poisonous arrow and put under its spell. It had taken centuries for the spell's effects to wear off. Now, Psyche was involved with some guy in Cleveland