Icarus may not have flown particularly close to the sun, but he has fallen...right into the rough hands of Olympus’s own Poseidon. Being held captive by the quiet giant wouldn’t be so bad if Olympus wasn’t in the process of falling all around them. Or if Poseidon stopped looking at him with those irresistibly stormy eyes.
Poseidon doesn't have time to babysit the increasingly bratty prisoner he's been saddled with overseeing, but he has no choice: Olympus is officially at war, and someone has to keep their best bargaining chip out of harm's way. The thing is, the longer Poseidon is with Icarus, the more he starts to care for the sworn enemy of Olympus...and the more he begins to realize that Icarus may not be the villain he's been made out to be. There's a warmth to him, a vulnerability, that Poseidon finds difficult to ignore or deny, no matter how impossible their romance may be.
With Circe and the Aeneans at the gate and Olympus a hair's breath away from falling, Poseidon will have to make a difficult choice: about himself, about his allegiances, and about the man who woke his heart from its long slumber only to threaten to break it for good...
