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  Praise for Addison Fox’s

  Sons of the Zodiac Series

  Warrior Betrayed

  “A great series…Montana and Quinn are a great pair and the sensuality is contagious. Ms. Fox is definitely an author to watch.”

  —The Romance Readers Connection

  “An absolutely breathtaking journey from start to finish…Sexy, action-packed, and just plain impossible to put down. If you enjoy paranormal romance with the lure of mythology, this is definitely a winner….A highly enjoyable read—perfect for the beach, on the couch, or in bed snuggling under the blankets.”

  —Romance Junkies

  Warrior Avenged

  “Alpha heroes, strong heroines, paranormal plots, gods and goddesses, and terrific storytelling await you. Don’t delay. Try these books today!”

  —The Good, the Bad, and the Unread

  “Addison Fox has given her readers one more Warrior to fall in love with…a fantastic series.”

  —The Romance Dish

  “Powerful and sexy…with a twist of Greek mythology that is exciting and fun.”

  —Fresh Fiction

  “Intriguing and promising. These ultimate alpha men are hardheaded and love hard.”

  —The Romance Readers Connection

  Warrior Ascended

  “A powerful romance.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “Promises plenty of action, treachery, and romance!”

  —Romantic Times

  “Will keep you turning the pages and begging for more. A great start to a promising paranormal series!”

  —Fresh Fiction

  “Fox is a voice to be reckoned with…. Filled with suspense that will have the reader turning pages until the wee hours of the morning.”

  —Reader to Reader Reviews

  Also by Addison Fox

  THE SONS OF THE ZODIAC SERIES

  Warrior Ascended

  Warrior Avenged

  Warrior Betrayed

  ALASKAN NIGHTS NOVELS

  Baby It’s Cold Outside

  WARRIOR

  ENCHANTED

  THE SONS OF THE ZODIAC

  ADDISON FOX

  SIGNET ECLIPSE

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  ALWAYS LEARNING

  PEARSON

  In loving memory of Rose Milardo

  Mom to Chris, Ellen, Greg, Andrew, Margaret, Heather and Mark.

  Rose Marie to a true hero.

  Grammy to two beautiful grandchildren, who carry many of your gifts, most especially your smile.

  Rosey to two brothers who’ve bookended you in age, height and mischief (not to mention lively Friday evenings at the A&P). And to your family, who never spent more than a minute in your company before being enfolded in a tight hug.

  Rose to an exceptional number of friends, whom you’ve always treated as though they were family.

  Mrs. Milardo to decades of students who now love science just a little bit more because of your love for the world around us.

  Regardless of the name by which you were called, you’ve touched each and every one of our lives with your love. I can think of no more fitting way to describe your beautiful light than to quote the immortal words of the Wizard of Oz:

  “A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.”

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  My deepest thanks to:

  Holly Root and Kerry Donovan—your belief in my work is matched only by your ability to help me make it better.

  The marketing team at NAL—you bring to life the ideas in my head, and your amazing work leaves me in humbled awe. One of my most favorite moments is when I open my e-mail to find a new cover. You outdo yourselves each and every time! And Kayleigh Clark, thank you for working so hard on my behalf to bring my work to readers.

  The Writer Foxes—Alice, Lorraine, Jo, Tracy, Kay, Suzanne, Julie, Sandy and Jane. There’s no one I’d rather be on this journey with than you guys.

  And to Tracy Garrett—your love, friendship and support mean so very much. And your understanding that wine can only make the day better ensures you are one of the most enjoyable people to share a bottle with. Here’s to the Ledson!

  Pisces Warrior

  Compassionate and sensitive, mysterious and always charming, the Pisces Warrior will often surprise others with the depths of his emotions. Thoughtful and devoted, deep inside his quiet reserve beats the heart of a leader.

  Ruled by mystery yet capable of decisive action, he will vanquish his enemies with swift, determined justice.

  My Pisces rules with his heart, trusting in his feelings as he trusts the tide to come in and out each day. He is adaptable to the ever-shifting currents that swirl around him, all the while seeking the best in others and himself.

  The woman who will capture him is the woman who understands him. Who accepts him. Who allows him to be exactly what he is—a dreamer with a Warrior’s soul. For the woman who can love him just as he is will find a love that returns to her a thousandfold…

  —The Diaries of Themis, Goddess of Justice

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter
Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Epilogue

  Glossary

  Come Fly with Me

  Prologue

  May 334 BC

  Where the Dardanelles and the Aegean Sea meet…

  Dracas, the fiercest Warrior of Alexander the Great, lay on the banks of the Aegean Sea, the water lapping at his worn boots.

  How long he’d lain there, he had no idea, but the soft lash of waves comforted him as he slowly cataloged the pain ravaging his body.

  “The dragon,” his fellow Warriors called him. If they could only see him now, he thought bitterly as he rolled to his back.

  Fire consumed the right side of his body, and he reached for the wound that throbbed from the center of his hip down to his thigh. Unwilling to give in to the pain, he pressed harder at the injury, not surprised to realize it had become infected in his mindless walk toward the sea.

  The sounds of battle still rang in his ears along with Alexander’s sole command—no mercy—as he tried to piece together the last several days. Rubbing his hands over his cheeks, he estimated five to six days based on his growth of beard, the coarse sand on his fingers abrading his skin.

  For years, he’d followed his leader with blind faith and devotion, losing count of the number of men he felled in the long hours of battle.

  No mercy.

  Until recently, this blind devotion had defined him.

  And until this last battle, he’d thought himself infallible.

  The Persian warrior had lain in wait for him. Had waited until the precise moment he had a clean shot and leaped with his sword. Pain seared Dracas’s flesh anew as he remembered the downward slash of the sword, the dark glee in the soldier’s eyes.

  No mercy.

  Without warning, a soft murmuring of his name on the breeze captured his attention, dragging his mind from the ravages of battle. Was it possible? Could it be the woman his fellow soldiers had spoken of in hushed whispers?

  Themis. The woman who made immortals.

  Since hearing of her great gifts, he’d longed to see her face. Longed to pledge his service to her, even as it meant a betrayal of Alexander.

  A soft voice called to him once more, and Dracas struggled to his feet.

  He took no more than a few steps—not even enough to escape the lapping of the sea’s waves—when she materialized in front of him.

  Long red hair framed her face and fell down her back in brilliant waves. Her slender form was clad in a white robe that covered her straight back and stiff shoulders.

  “You are she,” he exhaled on a wondrous sigh, “the one I have looked for.” She was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined, yet to his surprise his body didn’t respond with desire.

  He felt only the desperate need to prove himself worthy.

  “Aye, I am.”

  “Why are you here?”

  “You seek me, do you not?”

  “They say you do not allow men to seek you. That you seek them.”

  She nodded. “That is not entirely true. But if others believe it and it discourages them from looking for me, then so be it. They were not meant for the journey.”

  “They also say you take men as they are dying.”

  A nearly imperceptible lift of her shoulders. “I find men in many ways. Some as they near death. Some in their prime. And again, the select few who seek me.”

  “And which am I?”

  “You are a seeker, Dracas.”

  He gingerly touched the wound at his side. “I am also near death.”

  “Hardly so. Your body fights the wound and you will heal. You will resume your life.”

  “Death does not await me this day?”

  “Not this day, warrior of Alexander.”

  He’d searched for her for so many long years. Over campfires, he’d listened for any hints of who she was and on the brief absences from Alexander’s campaigns he’d sought her.

  Who knew she’d find him when he’d least expected it?

  “I have searched for you and wish for your gifts more desperately than you will ever know.”

  A curious light filled the brilliant blue of her eyes. “Why?”

  “I grow tired of Alexander’s battles. War and destruction for the sake of nothing but greed. I am pledged to him, yet I loathe what he’s become. What his army has become.”

  “My Warriors battle, too, Dracas. There is no escape for them from battle. No escape from the need to protect humanity, for there are many Alexanders in this world and the next. Many who wish to show their might and do much harm.”

  He studied her as she spoke and knew she sought to prepare him. Wanted to give him a full understanding of what service to her entailed.

  What hand of fate had brought him to this place? What magic had befallen him that he be visited by a god on this day?

  “And you believe I am worthy?”

  “Aye, Dracas, I do. But you must know, the choice is yours alone. I do not endow my gifts by force.”

  Images of the battle he’d left behind assailed him and Dracas could still taste the ash on his tongue from the destruction Alexander delivered freely. Could still smell the blood and the suffering that suffused the air.

  Would service to this woman really be any different?

  Aye, he’d wanted her gifts, but were they simply a mirage created to distract him from the reality of service to her?

  “Do you seek to battle like Alexander?”

  Her smile was as gentle as her voice when she spoke. “I battle for humanity, and I ask that my Warriors do not back down from a fight.”

  “So you seek power of a different sort.” Dracas couldn’t explain why that bothered him so, but it did.

  As if she read his thoughts, her gaze softened with compassion. “I seek the power to protect humanity and Warriors who will help me attain that goal. Nothing more than that.”

  He searched her youthful face, the porcelain skin nearly translucent in the bright sunshine.

  Did he dare believe her? And could he really afford to deny her? Deny what she offered to go back to…

  Dracas thought of the long, long years he’d spent in Alexander’s service. He had no choices save one—obedience—for Alexander’s words were law.

  No mercy.

  Stepping forward, he stood before Themis. His gaze was unwavering as he stared down at the goddess he’d sought for so long.

  “I choose you.”

  “Do you choose freely, Dracas?” Themis answered, her gaze unwavering in return.

  The response hovered briefly on his tongue, the magnitude of the moment not lost. “Aye.”

  “Then like the Pisces that fills the sky, your decision this day shall bind you to me and I to you. We will be tethered with rope like the two fish of the constellation. You are my Warrior and I will stand with you always.”

  A great, blinding light turned the daylight around him to a blazing white as Themis’s sword lay against his right shoulder.

  He’d made his choice.

  Chapter One

  Today

  New York City

  Drake Campbell lay on his bed and watched the woman walk toward him in the light of the moon. Her small, lithe frame belied an untold strength and the short spikes of her hair caught the moonlight.

  In all his years, he’d never seen a woman more beautiful.

  Had never wanted one more.

  She moved alongside the bed, her thighs brushing the silk sheets, her high breasts beckoning for his touch.
With the dark, desperate ache of desire, he reached for the peaks of her nipples, his fingers seeking to give her pleasure.

  Only pleasure.

  With quick, sure movements, she climbed on top of him, throwing her head back as he cupped the fullness of her breasts, the thumb and forefinger of each hand relentlessly caressing her nipples into hard points.

  Wet heat painted his thigh as she rode him there and he shifted one hand from her breast to the dark triangle at her core. The tight bud of her pleasure pulsed under his touch and a soft cry fell from her lips as he pressed his thumb to the tight bundle of nerves.

  Her head fell back on an aching moan and her small hands balanced behind her on his thighs as she allowed the pleasure to capture her.

  To consume her.

  Desperate for more—for everything she could give him—he embedded two long fingers inside of her and pushed his erection into the pressure of her thigh. On another erotic moan, she convulsed around him as he pushed her to peak again, the tight sheath of her body promising even more pleasure once he was inside of her.

  Like quicksilver, the moment altered and re-formed; the object of his desire became the tormentor as she reached for the hard length of him. Shifting, she painted herself over him, teasing the tip of his cock with the wetness at her core.

  “Emerson.”

  They were the first words he’d spoken since she’d entered the room. He’d hardly breathed since she’d arrived in the light of the moon, fearful she was only a dream.

  A mirage leading him to certain madness.

  She ceased torturing him with her tight warmth, instead shifting to press a line of kisses down his chest, over the hard lines of his stomach and down, until her lips hovered over his straining body.

  “Do you want me?”

  “Always.” And forever.

  “Then how can I refuse?” Her smile was beatific before those lush, sensual lips closed over his cock. The room spun around him as Drake battled fiercely to maintain control over his body. Fought to prolong the pleasure. Struggled against a desire that consumed him.

  Desire for a woman he could no more control than the raging tides.

  He craved her. He was utterly bewitched by her. And he knew he’d no more be able to hold her than he could hold water through his fingers.