Friday, July 6, 2012

Book Tour: Medusa A Love Story by Sasha Summers


clip_image002Medusa A Love Story

By Sasha Summers


It's said love can change a person. Medusa wasn't always a monster...

Medusa is ruled by duty, to her Titan father and the Goddess Athena. She's no room for the tenderness her warrior guard, Ariston, stirs. When Olympus frees her from service, her heart leads her into the arms of the guard she loves... and curses her as the creature with serpent locks.

Ariston goes to war with a full heart... and dreadful foreboding. He learns too late of the danger Medusa faces, alone, and a Persian blade sends him into the Underworld. But death, curses, nor the wrath of the Gods will keep him from returning to her.

Poseidon will use Greece's war to get what he wants: Medusa. He does not care that she belongs to another. He does not care that she will be damned. He is a God, an Olympian, and she will be his.

"This tragic and beautiful retelling of one of the world's oldest stories tackles the eternal battle between duty and happiness. Medusa, A Love Story broke my heart then filled in the cracks with joy. Sasha Summers is simply a mesmerizing new talent."
~Stephanie Dray, Author of the critically acclaimed Song of the Nile

clip_image002[5]Author Bio:

Sasha Summers is part gypsy. Her passions have always been storytelling, history, and travel. It's no surprise that her books visit times past, set in places rich with legends and myth. Her first play, 'Greek Gods and Goddesses' (original title, right?), was written for her Girl Scout troupe.

She's been writing ever since. She loves getting lost in the worlds and characters she creates; even if she frequently forgets to run the dishwasher or wash socks when she's doing so.

Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and supportive.

Sasha is an active member of RWA and several Texas Chapters. A self-proclaimed movie-addict, she is full of all sorts of useless movie tidbits and trivia.

Where to find Sasha:  Website ~ Facebook ~ Pinterest ~ GoodReads ~ Twitter

Guest Post – Roots of Writing

Thank you for having me on your blog today. As part of this, my first ever, blog tour – I’ve been asked a lot about inspiration. And, I’ve started thinking about it – a lot. Sure, I need my music and my ‘cast of characters poster’ to help me write, but I’m beginning to realize that my inspiration started a long time before I started writing.

My father was in the Air Force when I was very small. We traveled quite a bit. One place we vacationed regularly was the Costa Brava. I remember the warm sand and pine needles on the path to the beach. I remember the mosaic tiles and regal yet crumbling remains of columns left by ancient Rome’s presence. How could such memories now influence some of my stories today.

Another thing from my childhood? Books. Both my parents read to me. My mother did character voices. My father would draw and cut out paper-doll so we could act out my favorite stories. One such favorite was a story cassette tape of the original ‘The Little Mermaid’… meaning not the Disney version. If you’ve never read the Hans Christian Anderson tale, you might be surprised to learn that the mermaid doesn’t end up with her prince. In fact she throws herself overboard and becomes sea foam – a tragic end indeed. Still, I loved that tape and her willing sacrifice for the man she loved – even if her prince never knew.

As I grew up I blazed my way through my grandmother’s Barbara Cartland library and eagerly looked forward to that first kiss. You know, the kiss that would be the end all and be all of kisses. J

My teenage years had me reading Richard Adams Watership Down, Orwell’s 1984 and Animal Farm, A Handmaid’s Tail, Lord of the Flies, and Ender’s Game… along with as many romance novels as possible. Today I read whatever I can get my hands on, any genre. Reading is an essential part of my life. And now, so is writing.

Greek Mythology was a natural place for me to find my stories, really. The wealth of romance and tragedy drew me in. Now I’m completely, and happily, ensnared by my muse. Since there are so many possibilities, I have no plans on ‘leaving’ Ancient Greece or Olympus anytime soon. Here’s hoping the characters keep ‘talking’ to me and the stories keep ‘demanding’ to be written and readers enjoy reading them.


“You asked for an audience, you have it. Now tell me, where do you belong?” Hades’ voice was deep, emotionless.

Ariston swallowed. “Athens.” He met Hades’ gaze, but the God revealed nothing to him.

“Why? You died with honor and glory. Is that not what every soldier wants?”

“My wife…” His voice wavered.

Hades brow lifted slightly. “Lives. You do not.”

“She is in danger.”

“Earthly danger. She is no longer your concern, Ariston.”

“The danger she faces is not earthly, but far from it…” Ariston’s voice was hoarse, his desperation mounting. He took a wavering breath before he began again. “She is everything to me. I am proud of my death, but it means nothing if she is in peril. I must know.” Ariston kneeled. “I beg you. I beg you to return me to Athens.”

Ariston waited, willing himself to be strong.

“Who is this wife?” Hades asked.

“Medusa of Athens.” He paused. “Now of Rhodes.”

Hades was silent, his dark blue eyes regarding him steadily.

“When I die—” Ariston began.

“You are dead,” Hades assured him.

“When I return…die again, I would serve as guardian to Tartarus. I am a skilled warrior, a skill I might offer you.” He spoke with confidence.

“You vex me,” Hades muttered, the slightest crease appearing between his eyes. “You offer this to me for a woman?”

Ariston nodded. “She is worthy.”

Hades was silent again, his eyes shifting to the blue-white flames in the massive


“My words do not…adequately express the love I have for this woman. But I cannot leave her. She is at risk. I must return.” The words came without thought. How could he justify such emotion to a God who reviled affection or companionship? “As Olympus has my arm and sword, she has my heart – a mortal, and perhaps weak, heart.”

The room was silent for too long. He would have to fight his way out…

“It is a weakness not reserved for mortals alone, Ariston of Rhodes.” Hades’ words were so soft Ariston feared they’d not been spoken. But Hades continued, strong and clear. “I will return you to your ship so that you may lead your men to victory. Too many have fallen from this war and I would see it end. When that is done, you may go to your wife.” He paused then added, “When you return to my realm, I will have your fealty.”

The God of the Underworld, Lord of Death, gave him mercy? Mayhap there was one God he might serve with honor.

Ariston vowed, “You have it.”

1 comment:

  1. Aislynn, Thanks so much for having me on your blog! I hope you enjoy Medusa A Love Story and have a great weekend! All the best -


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