Heroes aren't meant to act like their villains -- or fall in love with them. The elements touch everyone on Earth -- Fire, Water, even Light -- but every so often someone becomes more attuned to their elemental leaning and develops true power. When an evil Elemental known as Thanatos arrived in Olympus City, it saw the rise of its first hero -- Zeus. But the death toll caused by defeating Thanatos changed Zeus, who by day is young detective Danny Grant. It's been six months since Thanatos terrorized the city at the start of Lovesick Gods. Danny should be used to his duty behind the mask, but the recent past haunts him. His girlfriend left him, he snaps at the barest provocation, his life feels empty -- he needs an outlet, any outlet to pull him out of his depression. Enter notorious thief Malcolm Cho, the Ice Elemental Prometheus. There was a time when Danny welcomed a fight with Cho, filled with colorful banter and casual flirtations that were a relief compared to Thanatos. Even as a criminal, Cho had recognized the threat Thanatos posed and promised to help Danny stop him, but the day Danny needed Cho, he never showed. Cho was the reason so many people died that day -- including Danny's mother. Danny decides to teach the man a lesson and fan the fire of their attraction into something more. At worst, he'll get some no-strings-attached sex out of the deal and finally blow off steam; at best, he'll get Cho to fall in love with him and then break his heart to spite him. Danny doesn't expect to fall for Cho in the process, and he certainly can't predict the much darker threat on the horizon.

Lovesick Gods

“I was just checking his relationship status.” Almost thirty years old, yet her pout made her look like she was five again, being denied a treat at the grocery store. “He happens to be single, and well…your recent success, even if you won’t share with me who the guy is, has me curious.”


“About finding someone who could make mesmile like that.”


Mal hadn’t realized he’d been smiling more lately. First his mind and the words leaving his mouth were mutinying against him, now his expressions? He screwed his face up into a frown.


“Mrs. Pak described him for me,” Lucy said, shifting back to teasing now that she had an opening. “Tall. Too skinny. Redhead. Didn’t mention his leaning. Fire maybe? Well-dressed but a bit on the dorky side.”


“Mrs. Pak did not say ‘dorky’.”


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