Thursday, October 20, 2016

★★★ Review, Giveaway & Book Tour For Icarus Rising By N.W. Moors ★★★

Paranormal Romance
Date Published: 9/6/16 
Publisher: Sunday Morning Publishing

After his fall to Earth, Icarus has been in Hell, punished for 
his hubris. When he wins a chance at parole, he's thrilled - 
except for the set of wings attached to his body. 

Eve Gregory runs a small bookstore in northern Connecticut. 
When she hires the handsome stranger to work for her, she 
doesn't know the secrets he's hiding. Or that becoming 
involved with him will embroil her with the Greek gods and 

Icarus and Eve must perform a quest set down for them by 
Zeus. If they are successful, will that be end of their 
relationship? Or will love teach them a new way to soar?

I loved this book and N.W Mores twist on mythology. This
 book is well written and has a great premise. I cannot wait 
to read more from her.

This book is about Icarus as you can probably tell from the 
title. But what you do not know as for two millennia he has
 been serving Hades for his penance. But his father has been
 with Zeus as long and asked for his son’s parole. Hades has
 agreed to this with one stipulation. He will keep his wings, 
but they will be hidden. Then there is one other problem he 
must face. Appolo has not forgiven Icaras for his 
transgression. And at every turn he and his brother Artimis
 make plans to ruin his life on earth anu way they can. Only
 they did not count on Athena. She feels two millennia is long
 enough and sets out to help him. So after 5 years they may
 just be an answer to begin his life over and that is one 
spunky human who owns a coffee and books store. Eve 
gives him a job and a place to live that just so happens to be
 her roommate. She just wished he was interested in her. 
So Athena comes back to give them that little push. And of 
all places she takes them is a bowling alley. It just gets better
 from there. Now if he can only protect her and make Apollo
 happy so he will let him be.

Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope you
 enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this book,
 please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like it
 when you do; they value your opinions too.

The imp had come to him where he sat on a pile of stones, watching Sisyphus roll his

rock uphill unceasingly. Icarus had found that once he was used to his wings, boredom was

his biggest torment in Hell. There was nothing to do. He did not delight in the suffering of

others, and there was no other entertainment.

The little imp had bowed, then said in a high squeaky voice, "My lord, Hades, wishes

you to attend him at once."

Icarus did not react. Better to not let the demon know how astounded he was by the

summons. Instead, he stood up and followed the creature through the tunnels and caverns

back to Hades' great hall.

He was bewildered when they bypassed the entrance of the Great Hall to instead

pass through a tunnel where Hades and Persephone had their private apartments. The

Queen of the Underworld was only there six months of the year, but Icarus had seen her

from a distance. She was beautiful but sad-looking. Icarus wasn't sure if it were better or

worse to be able to leave Hell for six months of the year. Still, it was something different he

could spend hours pondering to waste more time.

The imp paused before a door and stepped aside to allow Icarus to enter. He did so

with some trepidation and found a comfortable sitting area. There was a table that held the

remains of a meal and brightly-colored flowers adorned a vase. Persephone must be in


He waited near the door, sweat running down his back between his feathered

appendages. While this room was cooler than most parts of Hell in deference to its Queen, it

was still warm. And he was nervous.

Icarus startled when Hades walked into the room from an entrance tucked in a

corner. He hummed to himself; the pleasant sound eased some of Icarus' dread.

Hades straightened up and smirked when he saw Icarus. He poured some wine into

a goblet and sipped at the cup, licking a red droplet from the rim. He did not offer any to

Icarus, who, though dead, still felt his mouth dry in a memory of thirst. Hades found his

chair and sat, took another drink, then put the cup down precisely in front of him. He

leaned forward and placed his chin on his fist, studying Icarus for a few long minutes.

Hades did not speak during the entire performance.

Finally, he crossed his hands over his stomach. "Your father, Daedalus, has asked a

boon of my brother, Zeus."

He paused again, obviously enjoying the suspense. Icarus refused to give him the

pleasure he sought, so he kept his face impassive and waited, struggling not to give any sign

of his shock and curiosity.

Hades rolled his eyes, then continued. "Your father is a favorite of my brother. He

has created many amusements for Zeus over the years with his various inventions." Hades

shrugged, picked up his goblet, then put the cup back again. He slid a long finger around the

rim of the cup, round and round. His behavior made Icarus anxious; it wasn't like the Lord

of the Underworld to be so hesitant.

"Your father has requested your parole, and Zeus has decreed that the time for your

punishment is over. You have spent over two millennia in Hell with great patience and

forbearance. So you are to be released." Hades raised his hand palm out when Icarus gave

an involuntary jerk at the words. "There are conditions."

"Yes, my Lord," Icarus croaked. The dryness had spread from his mouth down his

throat. There was a roaring in his ears, and Icarus felt like he might heave up the contents

of his stomach if there was anything left in his nonliving body.

"You will be returned to Earth as a living being. Athena has agreed to give you

knowledge of the modern world to help you assimilate. The manner in which people live

today has changed considerably since your previous time on Earth."

"Thank you, my lord." He started to bow but stopped when Hades spoke once more.

"That is not all. Your wings."

Icarus's eyes widened in amazement. If he were to live among men once more, he

would not be able to keep his wings. Perhaps Hades thought he would miss them, but it was

not so. He hated them, the symbol of his downfall, and couldn't wait to get rid of them.

Icarus would gladly give them up. So he was shocked at Hades' next words.

"You will keep the wings as a reminder of your transgression. Accommodation will

be made so that the wings fold into your body, but you will have them as a constant

memory of your sin against Apollo. It will set you apart from other men, even if only in your

own mind. Do you agree to these conditions?"

Icarus did not hesitate. "Yes, my lord." He would reconcile himself to the hated

wings for the chance to live as a man once more.

Hades nodded. "Then your father's boon is granted." He flicked a finger, and Icarus

was assaulted with pain he had not felt since the wings had been added to his body. He fell

to his hands and knees as his back was split once more and the wings folded inside his

torso. He trembled with the shock, but the pain continued as his long dormant heart started

beating once more. The agony of his body coming back to life was unbelievable, but he bore

it. Long minutes passed until the torment finally ceased. He lay on the floor, sweating, and

his renewed body ached from its rejuvenation.

When Icarus finally pushed himself up on his knees, Hades spoke again. "You now

have what appears to be a long ridge of scar tissue on each side of your spine." Hades

shrugged. "Explain them however you please if another human is curious. But the wings

will appear when you need them and contract back into their compartments when you

have finished with them."

Icarus clenched his fists but finally managed to get his legs underneath him and

stood erect. His body felt odd without the weight of the wings dragging at his shoulders.

Icarus grimly promised himself that they would never be freed from their compartment

unless there was a dire need.

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N.W. Moors lives in Portland, Maine, the land of lobster and 
pine trees. She grew up in Connecticut and retired north
(it's nice along the coast in winter). She's a voracious reader 
and avid traveler - she loves to visit Great Britain and Ireland.
 Researching trips meant that she tries to learn as much 
about the area as possible and listen to great Celtic music. 
She's also a knitter and hiker/walker with two cats(the cats
 don't walk). She truly appreciates you sharing this adventure
 with her. She will continue to write about magic, love, and 
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