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Apple of Fate
Apple of Fate
Apple of Fate
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Acontius desires the one thing in life he can't have–a soul mate. Raised by the Greek goddess, Artemis, Acontius swore an oath to serve her for eternity, and abstain from love.

Centuries later, when Olympus has fallen and the gods live amongst humankind, Acontius discovers a young woman who mirrors his loneliness and longing. Throwing caution to the wind, he tosses an apple at her feet, engraved with words that bind them to one another.

Delia's life is in shambles. She's just lost her job, suffered through a recent breakup and her health is declining. What she needs more than ever is a getaway trip to another country. But when she meets a playful museum worker, Delia decides to let her walls down for once, which unwittingly sparks a goddess's ire.

With Delia's life hanging in the balance, Acontius must ensure she falls in love with him––or else she'll die and he'll become another one of Artemis' hunting dogs for eternity.

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Release dateMay 19, 2021
ISBN9781393722977
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    Apple of Fate - Elle Beaumont

    Acontius


    2019

    Modern Day Ephesus

    Selçuk, Turkey

    Tourists milled around the dirt pathway in front of the temple’s ruins. There wasn’t much left of Artemis’ temple, which had been rebuilt thrice in the past thousands of years. Eventually, patrons gave up and said it was the will of the gods that the temple remain in ruins. It wasn’t. Acontius had listened to the goddess curse the names of her patrons as they forgot her and called her a myth and no more.

    A myth couldn’t bring a mortal to their knees.

    At a young age, Acontius had witnessed what Artemis was capable of: love, wrath, vengeance. She’d saved him from death once as a plague swept through his home island, raised him as one of her own, and in return, she asked for his service, his allegiance. Which he’d given her freely as a boy, but after centuries of being alone, he wanted more.

    Day in and day out, he watched as families strolled through the old sacred grounds. Children laughing, couples leaning in together as they took pictures. Acontius wanted that.

    Acontius pulled an apple from a brown paper bag, buffing the golden skin on the lapel of his black sports jacket. He sighed, raising the apple to his mouth, just as he caught sight of one tourist venting to her companion.

    I don’t want to be stuck behind the newlywed couple, the female tourist muttered. Because, yes, I’m still getting over Matt. She spun away from the sight of the ruins, her chestnut hair woven into a crown braid. Luminous brown eyes caught ahold of his hazel pair for a moment, and in that instant, Acontius saw what he often felt churning inside him: loneliness. But as quickly as their eyes met, her father (he guessed, judging by their similar facial structure) pulled her back toward the site.

    In recent years, Acontius’ immortality had gnawed at him. But it was more than that; it was the fact that he’d taken a vow to remain untethered. After thousands of years alone, he finally wanted what he couldn’t have: a life with one he loved.

    Twisting his lips, he plucked a pen from his pocket and stared down at the apple in his hand. With little thought, he etched words into the skin of the fruit.

    A voice up the pathway called out to the group. We are about to continue speaking, please join us if you don’t want to miss out.

    The woman that had caught his attention didn’t budge. The man she was with shrugged and continued on, muttering something Acontius couldn’t hear.

    She turned, facing the ruins. A pile of stone rubble, a lone column, and a sad pool of water that had once been a great pond.

    Idly, Acontius wondered what she saw beyond the ruins.

    He couldn’t think about it for too long. This was his moment. Now or never.

    Rolling the apple toward the young woman’s feet, he quickly dodged out of her line of sight.

    The apple rolled until it nudged her foot. She yelped in surprise and bent down, inspecting it as if it were from an alien planet. She spun it around until the etched surface stared up at her, and in disbelief, she recited the words. I swear by Artemis to marry Acontius. She squinted at the apple, scoffing before she tossed it down the hill.

    Acontius’ heart thundered in his ears. She had no idea the weight her words held, or what a vow meant on sacred ground.

    What had he done in that foolish moment?

    Artemis would have his immortality, and then hunt him down when she found out. But then, why did he grin? Why did his eyes light with pure joy?

    That young woman had made a vow on sacred ground, which meant one thing: it’d have to come to fruition.

    Delia


    Present Day

    West Palm Beach, Florida


    Delia’s nails clacked away at her laptop’s keyboard as she updated her resume. In the past six months, she’d managed to not only lose her job but also her relationship with her long-term boyfriend. 2020 was not looking to be her year like she’d claimed it would be.

    She groaned.

    The doctors had been puzzled over what caused her hospitalizations. Each time she’d collapsed, unresponsive, and her blood test results tanked, showing her organs about to fail. It was the third time she had been admitted to the hospital when they deemed it a possibility she was doing this to herself.

    Why, in heaven's name, would she send herself to the hospital in such a state?

    They claimed it was for attention.

    Delia claimed something was wrong with her.

    And that was how, and why, her last boyfriend, Jacob, dumped her. And why her boss suggested an extended leave of absence, which was another term for, We don’t want to fire you, but you also can’t work here.

    Jacob had concluded she was harming herself, either by prescription drugs or something else, and when she denied it—because it wasn’t true—he left. It hurt, but she didn’t need someone like that in her life. What stung more was losing her job. It was the icing on top of the cake.

    Amidst her typing, her phone blared Waiting for Superman by Daughtry. She snatched it up and peered at the screen. A picture from last year’s trip to Greece and Turkey stared at her. She and her father stood in front of the remains of the Temple of Artemis in Selçuk.

    She frowned at the screen, then answered. Hey, Dad. Is everything okay?

    Hey, Pumpkin. Everything is all right. I just wanted to go over some details about the upcoming trip.

    Ever since her mother had passed away fifteen years ago, they’d spent anywhere from two weeks to a month traveling through Greece and Turkey. Mostly because Delia’s father was from Greece, and he enjoyed showing her his old stomping grounds. But more than that, he enjoyed unloading all of his Greek mythology and history knowledge on her. Delia didn’t mind; she enjoyed the trips and spending every ounce of time with her father that she could.

    As much as she didn’t feel like traveling, maybe it was what she needed mentally. A change, and a break from reality, which, in her opinion, sucked.

    Withholding a sigh, she bit her bottom lip. Mmhmmm?

    "I think we should

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