The Irish Gods by D.S. Dehel Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Gods
and Mortals
The
Irish Gods Book 1
by
D.S. Dehel
Genre:
Paranormal Erotic Romance
Maeve
Devlin has no idea what to expect when she travels to Ireland for a
vacation, but definitely not the supernatural or an old god obsessed
with her. What should be a fun time reconnecting with an old love
interest first turns thrilling, then confusing, when two men seem
interested in a fling. And what’s with all the birds?
But
when The Man with eyes like the sea— the man she’s dreamed of her
entire life—appears, her life spirals out of control, and she’s
thrust into a world of gods and heroes, magic and love. When gods and
mortals collide, nothing goes well.
Gods
and Mortals, the first book in the Irish Gods series, introduces us
to modern day Ireland, a place where the old and new exists side by
side, and the old gods mingle with mankind. It tells the tale of
Maeve Devlin and the man she was destined for, and the one god daring
to claim her for his very own.
Again she was faced with a mountain of carrots
that had to be minced just so. Maeve sighed. This is the stupidest
dream ever. She grabbed another carrot and ferociously
lopped off the leaves, but instead of the usual snick, there was a
squelch that sounded somehow pitiful. In her hand was a bunch of tiny
white flowers, the white petals splattered with blood that oozed from
the freshly slashed stem. Maeve dropped the knife and backed away.
Horror filled her. The mound of carrots was now a pile of mangled
flowers, all bloody, her hands as sticky as Bluebeard’s. What had she done?
God
of the Sea
The
Irish Gods Book 2
God
of the Sea, book 2 in the Irish Gods series, tells the tale of Ellie
Selkirk―elementary school teacher, bartender, and one-time Seer.
She has left the world of gods and magic behind and settled into an
ordinary life. Gods are just too much trouble, and even worse,
they’re dangerous.
Her
life—and summer vacation—is upended when she meets Gareth Keir,
front man for the band DeDanu and god of nothing. Intrigued by
Gareth, Ellie decides to see where this romance will go, thinking
it’ll amount to little more than a summer fling. Fate has other
plans, though, and when Gareth’s brother, Declan, stumbles into the
scene, injured and chased by Hunters, Ellie must decide how far she
is willing to go make the man she loves the god he is destined to be,
even if it means revisiting her own dark past.
Now that she could see him properly,
Ellie decided that the front was as nice as the back. The
Clash t-shirt. Angular, almost elfish face. High cheekbones. Nice,
kissable mouth. Hair so blond it had to be dyed, all topped off with
brilliant blue eyes. “Thank you.” She grabbed the
picture and tugged, but he didn’t let go. “Where’d you get this?” She could
hear his accent, the softer, more intelligible eastern Scottish
accent. “I drew it.” She didn’t feel like
explaining about Lorena. She pulled on the paper. He made the stereotypical Scottish
noise of disbelief. “That’s my pattern.” He gestured with is
head at the purple tartan. “It’s mine, too.” She didn’t
want to pull again for fear it would rip. Wait. His eyes aren’t
blue. They’re violet. Like the picture. “But ...” The paper slipped from his
fingers. A rumble and the smell of diesel made
her turn. “That’s my bus.” When she turned back, his eyes were
once again blue. Before he could answer, she headed for the bus, and
she didn’t have to be psychic to know he was watching her go, or
that they would meet again.
Curse
of the Gods
The
Irish Gods Book 3
Amory
Wright’s world is changing. Her son is off to college and her
husband, Steven, has accepted a new job that moves them to Dublin.
There, she begins to work for David Abernathy, owner of Love Spot.
It’s her first real job—outside of being mom—and she discovers
there’s more to herself than the country club veneer she has
cultivated in the past.
David
sees this too, and his charm and good looks tempt her in ways she’s
never been tempted before. To make things worse, Amory suspects
Steven’s trips for work may be cover for yet another affair.
As
her life spirals out of control, she discovers that the person she is
attracted to is more than a man: he’s the God of Sex, and he wants
her to see him for who he truly is. And maybe—just maybe—she can
break the centuries-old curse that haunts him to this day.
David had taken the final one on the
ride back in the limo. The flash was bright, making her squint or
blink, and Amory was terrible at selfies anyway. In picture after
picture, she’d had the most ridiculous expression. After five or
six tries, they’d both been laughing so hard they were crying. “You look terrible.” David gasped
for air. In the most recent one, her mascara had smeared from her
tears. “You look like a drunk raccoon.” Amory had laughed, wiping her eyes. “So
much for you being Prince Charming.” “Never said I was. Take a deep
breath, and we’ll try again.” “Okay, okay.” Amory tried to
regulate her breathing. She exhaled. “I’m ready.” In the darkness in the moments before
he’d snapped the photo, David had leaned in and whispered, “I
lied. You look beautiful.” In the resulting picture, Amory had a
seductive smile on her face, and David had his arm around her, his
bow tie undone, and his expression saying I’ve got your wife.
Deal with it.
Goddess
of the Dead
The
Irish Gods Book 4
Fight
for your destiny.
Mo
Noonan’s life is falling apart. She's failed out of grad school.
Her fiancé just dumped her in front of all her friends. Her mother
thinks she's a failure.
And now she's dead.
It's hard
making friends with the dead, especially when you’ve been murdered,
but Aedan Hanlon is willing to show Mo how to navigate the
Underworld, though he keeps going on and on about facing her Truth.
After spending time with Aedan, Mo begins to wonder, can the dead
fall in love?
And if they do, why does the Goddess of the Dead
have to mess everything up? Why can't Mo and Aedan just rest in
peace?
A
warm, velvety blackness more complete than she’d ever experienced
enveloped Mo. It felt safe here―wherever here was―and
though she couldn’t quite remember how she had arrived in this dark
place, she liked it. I’m home. Indistinct and blurry voices
interrupted her calm. “Oh my, what has happened?” “How did she get here?” “Poor thing. Do you think she’s
dead?” “We should at least get her out of
the water.” Mo was curious in a distant way about
whomever they were discussing in such distressing terms, but the
darkness was calling her, and it was a much nicer place than where
she had come from, wherever that was.
D.S. Dehel is a lover
of photography, good food, and the Oxford comma. When she is not
immersed in a book, she is mom to her kids and spoiling her rather
pampered feline, Mr. Darcy. She can also be found at the gym training
for her next Spartan race and generally avoiding all adult
responsibility. She adores literary allusions, writing sex scenes,
and British television. Her devoted husband is still convinced she
writes children's books. Please don't enlighten him.
Have
I written any other books that haven’t been published? Do I have
“trunk manuscripts”?
Yes,
five complete novels and one nearly complete. These are some of my
first writing, and I know that while the ideas are solid, the writing
itself is crap. Complete crap. I use too many words and have this
bizarre obsession with dialogue tags. But I love the characters and
the main conflicts. I know I’ll go back and revise them all, and
maybe by then they’ll be good enough to publish.
I also
know it’ll take a few stiff drinks before I open those files.
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