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Gorgon’s Price Redemption of the Gorgons Book 1 by Claire Davon Genre: Paranormal Romance Print Length: 209 pages Publication Date: December 3, 2019

Euryale will never forget the day the gods turned her into a monster. After millennia, her heart beats faster at the idea of regaining her normal form. For the feel of skin and not scales, hair and not snakes. But the price could be too high. Knowing full well the gods can’t be trusted, Euryale agrees to take on a reluctant partner to track down whoever is murdering a growing number of gods. A murderer no one cared about until the killings edged uncomfortably close to bigger and bigger pantheons. Tracking the murderers down is the price she has to pay for her newly restored form—and that of her two equally cursed sisters. Asher’s unusual gift for eerily horrific sound effects make him a highly sought-after voiceover artist. While he keeps a low profile, there has always been a ticking time bomb in the form of the bargain between his banshee mother and his father, the god Ares. It’s time to pay up—or pay with his life. As Euryale and Asher dance around their mutual mistrust, the friction ignites a fire of unexpected attraction. But love is almost as impossible as the dangerous task ahead. Because even if the murderers don’t stab them in the back, the fickle gods certainly will. Goodreads * Amazon

Claire can’t remember a time when writing wasn’t part of her life. Growing up, she used to write stories with her friends. As a teenager she started out reading fantasy and science fiction, but her diet quickly changed to romance and happily-ever-after’s. A native of Massachusetts and cold weather, she left all that behind to move to the sun and fun of California, but has always lived no more than twenty miles from the ocean. In college she studied acting with a minor in creative writing. In hindsight she should have flipped course studies. Before she was published, she sold books on eBay and discovered some of her favorite authors by sampling the goods, which was the perfect solution. Claire has many book-irons in the fire, most notably her urban fantasy series, The Elementals’ Challenge series, but writes contemporary and shifter romances as well as. While she’s not a movie mogul or actor, she does work in the film industry with her office firmly situated in the 90210 district of Hollywood. Prone to break out into song, she is quick on feet and just as quick with snappy dialogue. In addition to writing she does animal rescue, reads, and goes to movies. She loves to hear from fans, so feel free to drop her a line. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads $50 Amazon – 1 winner, ebook of Gorgon’s Price – 2 winners

Euryale’s tone was challenging, and the goddess raised an eyebrow. Asher had to remind
himself that Euryale, too, was a goddess.
“We cannot afford for him to make a hash of it. If he does, then the banshees must take
up the battle. This cannot go unanswered. Asher, you will find help in unexpected locations. We
are many places where people do not think we can be. Too often, older women are disregarded.
It is to our benefit to remain, as you Americans say, under the radar. You may need allies and we
will provide them. Just don’t eff it up.”
That seemed to satisfy his mother, although she was still stiff with indignation at his side.
He could feel a wail growing in his throat, a desire to howl at their queen, but he resisted. Asher
had no doubt that Clíodhna could top whatever he could do, and more.

“You are a goddess,” Euryale continued, “Does Asher have a way of getting in touch
with you if he needs you? I don’t mind telling you that I’m happy to know we’re not completely
alone.”
She looked from the goddess to the man and Asher paused, and then glanced at his
mother.
“I can reach out if I need to, no matter the distance. I think…I think you will be watching,
my Queen, is that right?”
Clíodhna gave him an approving nod. “It is, young Asher. I was concerned you were not
up to this task, but I may have been mistaken. There is more to you than meets the eye. Your god
blood is a potent mixture with banshee stock. And you, Gorgon, you are quite unexpected.”
Euryale said nothing for a moment, studying Clíodhna. The other goddess neither blinked
nor stirred, and Asher wondered if they were communicating without words.
“So, if we need help, then all we have to do is call for one of you?”
Clíodhna appraised Euryale for more long, silent moments and Asher speculated what
they were saying to each other. He could get nothing from behind their shields.
“If you are in need of assistance, we will be there. You have been elected to fight this
battle and we would not take that glory. But you are not going in alone. If the need arises, we
will find you.” She extended a hand toward Roisin. “There is nothing more potent than a mother
protecting her child. In this sense, the banshees are all your mothers.”
“What would be better is identifying who or what we’re trying to find. That, and some
teeth and claws.” Euryale did not appear to be kidding.
Clíodhna appeared to consider Euryale’s statement with the same gravity that the other
goddess had. “Your centuries as a beast have not yet faded. That may prove to be an asset. I wish

there was more I could tell you, but Cian’s mind is clouded from the attack and he remembers
little of it. Just that he heard a high, piercing wail, and then he…exploded. It was gruesome, from
what the Morrigan said. Those women love the blood, which cheesed the banshees off.”
Clíodhna also didn’t appear disturbed by the idea. “He is not quite himself yet, or I would have
had you meet with him.”
“How long do you think these people have been murdering gods?” Asher set his cup
down. He didn’t like that they hadn’t received this information until it started affecting the major
pantheons.
Clíodhna’s gaze went to the horizon, her face shadowed. “A decade or longer. We are
gods, Asher. Time has little meaning for us. There is a method and a reason for what these killers
are doing. Discover that and you will find them.”
He studied the goddess. “Fair enough. But once we do, how do we stop them?”
She returned his gaze, but he couldn’t read her face. “That is the mystery, son of Ares.”