Blood of Hercules: Villains of Lore, Book 1

He is everything the myths warned her about—and she is exactly the monster he was sent to destroy.

When fate throws a descendant of Hercules's bloodline into the path of a villain written into legend, neither expects to survive the encounter. Neither expects to *want* to.

She has spent her entire existence being the story's darkest chapter. He has spent his hunting creatures exactly like her. The rules are simple. The lines are clear. So why does every confrontation between them feel less like battle and more like the universe holding its breath?

Their hatred is real—sharp-edged and ancient, steeped in the kind of grudges that outlast gods. But so is the electricity that crackles every time they're forced to fight *together* rather than against each other. Ancient prophecy has a cruel sense of humor, and it seems the only way either of them survives what's coming is standing side by side with the one person they've sworn to hate.

He calls her a monster. She calls him a fool. They're both probably right.

But mythology has always been better at remembering wars than it has at recording the quiet, devastating moments when two enemies realize that hatred and longing have always shared the same heartbeat.

Some stories aren't meant to be survived. This one refuses to be forgotten.