Book Review: The Tenth Muse (Aphrodite Project #1) by Belinda McBride

 

The Tenth Muse 

(Aphrodite Project #1)

by Belinda McBride



Blurb: 

In a wicked game, the God of Love falls to his own arrow, and a gentle scholar learns how dangerous knowledge can be.

Aphrodite has had it.

It was bad enough that her son Eros walked a fashion show in drag, but did he really have to show the entire world his wings? Desperate to rein in the impulsive young god, she recruits the scholarly muse Rees to lure him back to Olympus until the scandal dies down.

After hundreds of years, Eros has finally located the reincarnation of his former love, Psyche. The only way to her heart is through fame, so the God of Love plans a daring campaign to win her back. Yet the closer he gets to Psyche, the more he’s drawn to a geeky young professor who came crashing into his life.

Eros drags Rees into his wicked world of high fashion and risqué parties, only to expose him to danger from an unexpected source. When Rees’ secrets come out, they threaten to destroy Eros’ love for him. Yet when Rees is kidnapped, Eros is forced to turn to the woman who set this catastrophe in motion—his mother, Aphrodite.

Reader Advisory: This book contains some scenes of kidnapping/captivity and graphic scenes of death and violence. This book also contains references to/discussions of rape.

 

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Excerpt

 

 “What else do you know about Eros? Not me, but the god.” He was intrigued. Granted, Rees seemed to know a great deal about…well…everything. But it was just weird to hear him talking about the historical version of Eros.

“He loved long and true. Odd, that the god you say symbolizes lust is one of the few who had only one consort and one child.”

He pressed his eyes closed at the mention of his daughter, Bliss. She’d been his blood, half-divine, but like her mother, she’d finally succumbed to mortality. And like her mother, she’d chosen forgetfulness and rebirth. She’d been a mere heartbeat in his long existence. The memory of her made his heart ache. Sometimes he spotted a man or woman on the street, his gaze drawn by golden hair and blue, blue eyes. His grandchildren, hundreds of generations removed. It was another thought he avoided.

“It’s all fairy tales and fantasy, Rees.”

“Yes, of course. But people created these mythological beings out of a need for explanation. For comfort. They needed reassurance that there was more to the world than hard work and eventual death.”

He waded out farther, still facing Eros. His hands drifted in the clear water. “And think of it, Eros. Most of the Greek pantheon were rather fearsome characters, representing that which they feared and what they desperately needed. Apollo promised that when we woke in the morning, the sun would rise. Poseidon controlled the seas—when fishermen didn’t come back, it was the god’s will. And the fertility deities, Aphrodite, Hermes, Demeter…so very many gods and goddesses to pray to for successful crops and children. Then there was Eros. He was all about love. Not the weather or the crops or pregnancy, but quite simply…love. That was an amazing step forward in social development.”

Eros waded out into the water, enjoying the sensation of the sand slipping under his feet. He smelled salt on the air and thought of his mother. “He sounds a bit unnecessary to me.”

Rees turned and smiled at him. “He sounds like the creation of an evolving society.”

For a moment, Eros was afraid Rees would see his erection and be spooked, but even as the thought crossed his mind, warm water slipped up over his hips, hiding his groin. He tried to see if Rees was aroused, but the ebb and flow of the water revealed nothing.

Without much thought, Eros gave himself to the ocean, gliding under the surface, smiling a brief greeting to the tiny fish darting past.

Nearby, Rees was cutting through the water as though he’d been born to it, gliding down into the depths then rising, breaking the surface in a smooth, tireless stroke. The water was shallow. Eros skimmed along the bottom and kicked upward, rolling onto his back to watch the stars.

The version of Eros that Rees had described seemed like a stranger. How long since he’d really cared about others? He’d certainly known about Justin and Alejandro, but hadn’t been concerned enough to intervene. He’d worried over Rosalinda, and had almost talked himself out of the idea that she’d once been the love of his life. Because how could she be Psyche when he felt little for her beyond lust and a warmth that warred with his annoyance at her selfish behavior?

Beside him Rees drifted, completely comfortable in the water. Like Eros, he watched the sky, smiling at the path of a falling star.

“Did you make a wish?”

Eros blinked, surprised at how much the saltwater stung his eyes. “Yeah. I made a wish.”

He wished the hollow spot in the middle of his chest would go away. He wished that the two young men back at the hotel would gather up their courage and grab their happiness. He wished like hell that Rees would touch him, just brush a hand against his cheek. Nothing happened, and his buzz faded away. When he looked up, they’d drifted far down the beach.

The lights of the hotel were distant. He wanted nothing more than to keep drifting, away from his past and his present. Away from the heartache of Rosa.

His eyes were burning again.

A strong hand settled on his arm and the gentle surf tugged them back to shore. He landed on the sand with his head pillowed on Rees’ chest, his ass coming to rest on boney knees. Rees wrapped his arms tightly around Eros’ shoulders. He held on as the waves tugged at them, pushing, pulling and bathing them in warmth and the tingle of sea foam. It felt odd to have someone else holding him. And when a strong, graceful hand settled over his heart, Eros could no longer blame the ocean for the sting in his eyes and the salt on his cheeks. He turned his face into Rees’ chest and he cried.

 

 

About The Author

Belinda was born in Inglewood, California, but grew up far to the north in the shadow of Mt. Shasta. While her upbringing seemed pretty normal to her, she was surrounded by a fascinating array of friends and family, including various cowboys, hippies, scoundrels and saints.She has a degree in history and cultural anthropology, but in 2006 made the life-changing decision to quit her job as a public health paraprofessional and stay at home full time to care for her severely disabled niece. This difficult decision gave Belinda the gift of time, which allowed her to return to writing fiction, which she’d abandoned years before.

Belinda’s hobbies include soap making, dog shows, collecting gemstones, travel, and Chinese martial arts. She has two daughters, three Siberian Huskies, two Salukis, and an array of wild birds that visit the feeders in the front yard.

As an author, Belinda loves crossing genres, kicking taboos to the curb, and pulling from world mythology and folklore for inspiration. She won the Passionate Plume in science fiction for her m/m romance An Uncommon Whore and the EPIC in paranormal romance for Blacque/Bleu, and in science fiction for The Bacchi. She, along with co-authors Cherise Sinclair and Sierra Cartwright were nominated for an RT Reviewer’s Choice Award.

You can find Belinda at
            
Giveaway
REVIEW: 
2016-05-05 10.26.56 2
“All the world grieved when Orpheus remembered.”

In ninth grade, we had this mythology week in English class, and I remember it was life breathing for the first time. During tenth grade, we had an entire semester dedicated for mythology, we had to explore and read every myth and lore there was in Greek mythology and I thrived. It never felt like homework, I was just gobbling it all up and to this day I still can remember every story.

I have phases in readings; like that one time were all I wanted was to read about mermaid, and then I was the queen of New Adult when it was in its emerging days. And as such, you better believe that I had a Mythology Retellings phase, how could I not? It’s like fanfic in book format.

Except each author has their take on; they make each story their own. Belinda McBride wove an interesting and complex story, although it’s so subtle that by the time it hits you, you’re quiet mad at yourself for not seeing it coming. I sure was, but still I was all the more impressed by it.

The truth is that I could never pinpoint Eros and Rees, could never anticipate or gauge where they were going with things. I found the plot to be the driving force, as it should be, with this novel. At first, the reader is comforted with a sense of predictability, but McBride tosses that out the window with a plot twist that I find brilliant.

The only reason why I faltered with the rating, even though I thoroughly enjoyed the book and experience as a whole, is the romance. Perhaps if the romance wasn’t so essential to the plot it would be overlooked. And though I understand some of the decisions of time constraints in regards to the plot and the progression of events in said plot this is the way it came out, I find it lacking in some parts. I want to be swept off my feet with the romance in romance books. I felt inklings of it, but every time it was close it just fell. Eros and Rees are tricky, what with their past, but sometimes I just wanted that love to be more. They’re after all magical.

“I would walk past a museum and wonder if you were inside. I’d hear a funny bit of conversation, or see a brilliant bit of art and wish you were there to share it with me. And my body…” He shook his head sadly. “It will not cooperate with me, Rees”

The Tenth Muse was magical and intriguing in it’s plot, and I felt enough from Eros and Rees that I’m satisfied. I absolutely loved the reincarnations aspect to it all, and they way that the story sticks to what is essentially mythology; explaining the way things work in reality. So that aspect of reincarnation and having some burdens affect your present life was just perfect. Let me tell you having a mother who researches all that makes for amazing reading knowledge.

The mythology is this novel still revived me, and I still feel a sense of wonderment whilst reading it. So, if your looking for an introduction to some mythology characters I think this is a perfect reading starter.

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If you ever want to start reading mythology this is a perfect starting book
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