Dionysus (Greek God Romance Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

besides what was on her person and ran for the front door.
    She opened it and slammed into a brick wall, or rather, Hermes, again.

OLYMPUS. . . WHERE CAR ACCIDENTS ARE NOT ACCIDENTS
    She groaned and put her hand over her forehead, staring at the red ceiling once again. A stray “damn it” ran through her mind. It appeared as though she could not escape the apartment or the color red. She said still staring at the ceiling, assuming a god or goddess or thing of myth and legend was beside her, “Any chance this is just an odd and painstakingly long dream?”
    A voice replied, “Afraid not.”
    She sighed but with a pinch of relief; she recognized the voice as Hermes’. “I figured as much.”
    He pointed to her nightstand. “You should eat that.”
    She looked at him then where his finger pointed, seeing the Ambrosia Bar. “That’s still there, huh?”
    “It is.”
    Rebecca stared at it menacingly. It had kept its form and preserved itself against the heat, against the odds, while she found herself laid up and bent out of shape. A thought came to mind, she had been fighting this place and finding herself laid up, maybe , the answer was to succumb, to roll with it. She nodded at the bar. Sage advice, my friend. She unwrapped it and ate as he stared at her.
    Ambrosia Bars, much like ambrosia, were the most resilient protein/nutritional bar. It is said that an Ambrosia Bar can escape a black hole and survive through a supernova. The Chuck Norris sayings that swept America during the early 2000s were because Kratos was relating Chuck Norris to an Ambrosia Bar. Kratos, the god of strength and power, was a huge fan.
    She said in-between mouthfuls, “Do you mind?”
    “Not at all.”
    Rebecca simply shook her head, seeing that this god, or possibly the gods, did not understand privacy.
    He cleared his throat. “Your shift starts soon.”
    “Why did you hit me?”
    “Because you were going to leave.”
    “You did hit me?” It had been an unusual guess, but seeing as she was in the company of gods, the impossible was seemingly more and more commonplace.
    “Oh. . .” He said, moving his hand past his helmet. “Human tricks always get me.”
    She finished the bar and reeled her head back. Amazing. She felt astounding. refreshed like a breezy summer day with a cool popsicle in her mouth.
    “Good stuff, huh?”
    She clasped her hands together and looked up at the red ceiling. Took a deep breath—
    “Are you praying?”
    “No. . . I am thinking.”
    “Weird way to think.”
    Rebecca put her hands in her face, laughed hysterically then draped them over her mouth as she said, “Why? Why? Why me?”
    He grinned. “You may be surprised to hear this. . . But I’ve done this before.”
    “Oh. . .?”
    “It takes a special soul to find Olympus.”
    “Exit 290C.”
    He nodded.
    “With the gold sign.”
    He nodded.
    “I should’ve known.”
    He nodded once more then said, “You are meant to be here. Some stay. Some go. But your purpose has not been fulfilled yet.”
    “And you know?”
    “I have an idea.”
    “So you wrecked my car and knocked me out. . . um, to keep me here?”
    “The latter was an accident.”
    She cackled. “Olympus. . . where car accidents are not accidents.”
    “When in Olympus.”
    “Huh?”
    “I thought we were doing a thing. The Romans stole that saying.”
    Rebecca scratched at her eyebrow with her finger, covering a frown she reserved for herself. She wanted to pause but then thought it pointless. It was clear, beyond uncertainty, that she was among the supernatural—and quite possibly, the mythical and heavenly. “What do I do now?”
    “You carry on. Your shift starts in a few hours. I wouldn’t venture around town until you’re more comfortable. I’ll guide you back to the bar. We’ll stop by Heph’s shop after. I asked him to make you something that’ll get you around but keep you in Olympus.”
    “Thanks. . . What are we supposed to do now?”
    He