Title: From Gods
Author: Mary Ting
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal Romance
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Did you just see a flash of lightning across the sky on a clear sunny day? It’s not from
Mother Nature. It is most likely from Mason Grand, swoon-worthy demigod, one of
Skylar Rome is supposed to be having the best summer ever before she heads off
to college. Little did she know, her whole life was about to change while visiting her
cousin. Nearly drowning at the beach due to unknown forces, one of the Grand brothers
she’d just met, Mason, saves her life. Cool, collected, mysterious, and dangerously
good-looking, Skylar is drawn to him from the start. Though she knows he is the type
of guy good girls stayed away from, it seems he is always saving her life, and the
attraction was inevitable.
Upon meeting the brothers, strange things begin to happen. When she accidentally kills
one of the brothers, it throws her life into turmoil, as they search to find the answers.
Implausibly, she gets caught up in a world of the descendants of ancient gods, all who
have super powers. Not only is her discovery difficult to accept, evil beings are after her.
Running out of time and running for her life, she must unravel a mystery. What do they
want from her? Forced into a battle set into motion long before she was born, will she
find the answers, or will she die trying?
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Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys
oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by
chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a
dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she
fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why
the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy
and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
Mason’s voice was sweet and caring. It was this side of him that made Skylar forget
about his rude self. She always knew there was a wonderful side to him. She could just
feel it when she first looked into his soulful eyes. “What will you say to them? Won’t they
be looking for him?”
“I’ll figure something out. But that is not the reason I came here. I came to make sure
you were okay, and since you weren’t answering your text, I thought…actually, I didn’t
know what to think. I knew Remus went out and when he does, he’s out pretty late. I’m
actually appalled. I never thought he could…well...he did have anger issues, but that’s
not an excuse for what he did. I didn’t want you to think I left you there so Remus could
do what he did, even though I had no idea what he did at first. You didn’t think that, did
Skylar couldn’t remember if that ever crossed her mind, and since she didn’t want to
make him feel bad, she shook her head. “No…I didn’t.”
“Good, because you may think I’m what you would call a ‘bad boy.’ I would never hurt
you physically. I’m not that bad.”
Skylar gave a short smile and almost giggled, but stopped when his finger traced the cut
on her lower right lip.
“Remus did this to you, didn’t he?” For a brief moment he closed his eyes and inhaled a
deep breath, as if he was trying to suppress the anger that seemed to have crept up on
him. Delicately, he brushed it again. “I’m sorry.”
The small gesture of his simple touch drove Skylar into a whirlwind of heated emotions.
He was already sitting way too close, and every time she turned her head to speak, all
she could do was think impure thoughts. In order to avoid something she might regret
doing, she nodded to answer and pulled back, making Mason drop his hand.
“You should smile more often. It makes me smile,” he said unexpectedly.
Blushing like she’d never blushed before, she looked away shyly.
“How did you get back home? You didn’t fly, did you?”
“Nooo,” Skylar took in his teasing. “I…well…kind of…borrowed Remus’s car.”
“Borrowed, huh? I think it’s more like stealing.”
Unsure if Mason was joking again by his tone, she tensed up. “I—”
“I think I need to call the cops. Maybe I should call Doug. What do you think, Ms.
Rome?” Mason chuckled.
He had called her Ms. Rome the night they met. Skylar couldn’t believe his sense of
humor tonight. Laughing like a schoolgirl, she held on to the moment. After what had
happened just a couple of hours ago, his presence gave her comfort and put her mind
and heart at ease.
“If you don’t mind, I’m going to drive his car home.”
“Yes, of course. The key is on top of the dresser. Then, what about your car?”
“I didn’t drive here.”
“Then…how did you get here?”
Mason leaned over and whispered, “It’s my little secret.”
The small breeze from his warm breath in her ear sent tingly awareness all over her.
Brushing away the thought of his lips on hers, she tried to focus on other things.
Knowing he had super abilities, it didn’t surprise her that he ran there. Most likely, he
figured out she’d taken Remus’s car to get home, so he came to retrieve it.
“It’s way past your bedtime, and you have to work tomorrow. I should go.” He got up
and gave her his hand. The force of his pull made her leap into his arms. Inhaling a
small gasp, she immediately drowned in their tangled bodies. In his arms she felt small,
but safe for the very first time. From that moment, she knew without a doubt that she
could trust him.
Mason finally released Skylar after gazing into her eyes longer than usual. “Umm…I
should go now.” His eyes scanned her from head to toe as he guided her to her bed.
“So…is this what you wear to bed?”
Warmth flushed to her cheeks. She suddenly realized she wasn’t wearing a bra, and
immediately got into bed and pulled the sheet above her chest.
He gave a mischievous grin, twitching his brows.
“Why?” She examined what she wore…short shorts and a tank top. “What’s wrong with
what I’m wearing? Should I be wearing something else?”
“Kind of skimpy, don’t you think?”
Great! He was back to being himself again. “Kind of skimpy? It’s hot,” she stated.
Suddenly, she felt like she was exposing herself.
“It’s hot alright. Wear something longer next time, or else I may not be able to control
Skylar flushed with warmth again. He was actually flirting with her.
“Close your eyes,” he said, guiding her lower until her head was on the pillow. Then he
sat on the edge of the bed. Flexing his muscles, he pressed his hands on either side of
the pillow, and the intensity of the want and need in his eyes as he looked at her left her
breathless. His eyes traveled to her lips, then back up to her eyes, and stayed there as
he slowly moved to close the distance.
Withering beneath him, Skylar’s breath was still caught in her chest. His close proximity
aroused every inch of her, and undeniable desire brewed in the energy between them.
The pitter-patter of her heart made her chest rise and fall quickly as, anticipating his lips
on hers, she could already taste his sweetness. Her lips parted, ready for him as he
lowered toward her…closer…closer. Instead, with what seemed to take a great amount
of effort from him, he found a spot and nuzzled the side of her neck.
“Close your eyes.” He huffed out a heavy, rough breath, as if he was trying to restrain
himself from something he wanted to do. His hot breath brushed against the side of her
neck, making her quiver in all the right places.
Frozen in place, Skylar had to gather herself before she could speak from the let
down. “Close my eyes? But, you’re still here.” Her words could barely escape her lips.
Snuggling into her pillow, she tried to shake off the heated daze.
Raking his hair back, he sat up, looking overcome. “Stop talking, Echo, or you’re going
to the naughty corner.” His lips stretched into a smug half grin. Oh…that grin he does so
well, frisky and sexy at the same time.
“And if I don’t? What are you going to do, spank me? No…are you going to shock me?”
He twitched his brows playfully. “You really want to know? We can do both and see how
With no comeback, she sank deeper into the mattress, hiding beneath the sheet,
secretly thinking how hot but twisted that sounded.
His hand reached over, covering her eyes. “Go to sleep, Echo.” His authoritative tone
was final, but she was up for the challenge.
“My name isn’t Echo, and you’re still here,” she yawned, feeling extremely lethargic,
waiting for his response. When she didn’t feel the lightweight over her eyes, she opened
them. There was no sign of him, or any evidence he had gone out the door.