Rebellion (A Dangerous Man 2)

Psyche, as mentioned in this book, was, in Greek and Roman mythology, the youngest daughter of a king in ancient Greece. The fame of her beauty was so much that even Venus, the goddess of love, grew jealous, and sent Cupid, her son the god of love to work revenge on Psyche by making her fall in love with someone horrible.

However, Cupid falls in love with Psyche and through a fake divination, deceives her family into believing that Psyche must be made to marry a monster. They take her to the mountains, from where she is borne to Cupid’s beautiful palace by the west wind.

There, he visits her at night and makes love to her, always leaving before morning, and never showing her his face. When Psyche’s sisters come to visit her, they are jealous of the luxury of the palace, and convince her that her husband is in reality a monster who will kill her and her unborn child.

That night, while Cupid sleeps, Psyche fetches a lamp and sees his face for the first time. Struck by his beauty, she pricks her finger on one of his arrows and is filled with a feverish passion for him. When he wakes up and sees what she has done, he leaves her.

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About The Author

Serena Grey discovered her first love when she was a child, and that love, reading, has been her constant companion since then.

She still loves to read, but now she also writes, because the stories in her head won't leave her in peace otherwise. When she's not reading and writing, she enjoys cocktails, coffee, the Vampire Diaries, Smash, and constantly drools over Gabriel Macht as Harvey Spector in Suits.

Claim

A Dangerous Man #3

Serena Grey

Teaser

“MAY I DRIVE NOW?” I ASK STEVE as he maneuvers the car through the gates into the paved driveway.

He turns to look at me. His head is completely shaved, giving him the look of a member of the criminal underworld. At least I think so, in actual fact he is an ex-marine. “Not today.” he tells me.

He doesn’t talk much, but he always lets me drive when we get to the house, even though I still have two years to go before I can get a license. He says he has extreme confidence in my ability to drive, after all he taught me himself.

When we get to the end of the drive, I see why he didn’t let me drive. The shiny black Bentley that’s always covered up in the garage is parked close to the front door. That can only mean one thing. They’re back.

I frown, “See you later kid.” Steve says as he stops the car by the door. I climb out, shouldering my backpack. I’m not very eager to go into the house. I drag my feet to the door, hoping I don’t run into them.

Inside the house, all is quiet. Maybe they’re tired from their flight, or sailing or whatever, and have gone to bed already. I move quietly. With any luck, I can hide out in my room until they go out to one of the numerous parties they probably have lined up.

No such luck. When I open the door to my room, I find my mother waiting for me.

Her eyes are bright and excited, as if she’s spent all the time during her absence waiting to see me again. “David!” she exclaims, wrapping me in a cloud of soft perfume as she gives me a hug, “You’ve grown so tall.”

I mumble something in reply. I wish she would go already. When I was really little. I lived for these moments, the returns, when she would float back into my life after a long absence with stories of places they had gone, and parties she’d been to. She would come with her beauty and her exotic adventures, and my life in her absence, filled with school, reading, and servants would fade to dull grey.

Now I just wish she would leave me alone.

She starts to talk about how she missed me. They were gone for almost six months this time. I tune her out and sit at the edge of my bed, looking at the picture on my desk of my father carrying me around his neck when I was little more than a baby. He died when I was six. A drunk driver ran a red light and crushed

his car. My mother married Henry Weber almost immediately. An idle millionaire who’s only desire is to travel and socialize. She’s been travelling and socializing with him for nine years.