Medusa A Love Story by Sasha Summers: Guest Post {Bewitching Book Tours}

Thanks so much for having me on the blog today! You’re posted such great things about so many books that I adore, I’m a little star struck to be ‘sharing’ their company.
Medusa, A Love Story is my debut novel, this is my first blog tour, and this is my first stop on my first tour.

*gulp*

I thought I’d answer a question that I’ve been asked (a lot): Why a love story about Medusa?

I’m a fan of epic, sweeping stories. Bring on the pain and suffering, the drama, the anguish – the more the better as far as I’m concerned. Of course, there has to be a satisfying ending. Feeling warm and fuzzy is great – but, for me, that’s not a requirement to complete a story. I don’t need my characters to ride off into the sunset, for my heroine to be rescued by a knight on a white horse, to have closure at the stories end.

Add in that fact that Greek mythology is a weakness of mine. I’ll read and watch anything touching on it. And Medusa… well, hers is such a tragic tale. We all know what happens to Medusa, right? And the novel doesn’t change that. I tried to use ‘established myth’, throw in some actual history, and develop a ‘what if’ scenario that makes the evil monster into a woman we could feel for.

Once I started, I couldn’t stop. Medusa, A Love Story was the first all-consuming story I’ve ever written. I went to bed thinking about my characters and woke up with new pages aching to be written. And when it was done I was pleased with the romantic, violent, sad, yet complete story I’d written. I hope readers will get as lost in the story as I did when I was writing it.

Thank you so very much for having me here today!

Thanks for stopping by Sasha!

Book Trailer

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

Excerpt:

“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
fireplace.

“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."

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.

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