by Wende Dikec
(Legacies of the Amazons, #1)
Published by: Inkspell Publishing
Publication date: May 2nd 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Mythology, Young Adult
Descended from a secret race of Amazon Warriors, Ana Thermadosa is not like other girls. As a student at Artemis Academy, the training grounds for a mysterious company called Cerberus Enterprises, Ana has spent her life learning what is important. How to fight, how to win, how to kill, and, mostly importantly, how to follow orders and live up to the expectations of her powerful family.
Trained in the art of warfare since birth, now her skills are being put to the test. She’s been hired to defend Jordan Banks, the wealthy son of a nefarious businessman, from kidnappers.
She despises Jordan and all he stands for, but soon comes to realize that many things in the outside word aren’t as she’s been led to believe. She also discovers Jordan isn’t what she expected, and, against her better judgment, finds herself starting to care for him.
When disaster strikes, Ana is put in a difficult predicament. Keeping Jordan safe would mean betraying her own people and everything she believes in, but letting him die would mean betraying something even more important.
Her own heart.
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“If you’d like a demonstration, I am willing to provide it.”
“A demonstration?” Roman asked with a snort, but Ana could tell he was intrigued. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Philip suppress a grin.
“Me against them.” She looked at the three hulking bodyguards standing behind him. One of them actually had the nerve to giggle. She decided he would be the first to learn a lesson. Bodyguards should never giggle.
Melani had to bite her lip to keep from smiling. “You don’t have to do this, Ana.”
“Yes, I do.” She removed her black jacket, part of the standard issue uniform worn by everyone at the company, and placed it over the back of her chair. Beneath it, she wore a snug, black t-shirt, and comfortable pants. “There’s a sparring room next door.”
“Would you like them to come in one at a time?” Roman asked, trying to sound like a gentleman. Ana knew he thought she was going to get beat up, and she also knew he kind of looked forward to seeing it. He wouldn’t be so lucky today.
She studied the bodyguards, sizing them up from head to toe. All three of them grinned at her. She opened a door that connected to the sparring room ushered them in, leaving everyone else in the conference room.
“No. I can handle them all at once,” she said, shutting the door behind her.
A young girl with dark, silky hair pulled into a tight ponytail stood in the doorway holding a motorcycle helmet under her arm.
“I’ll take that, my dear,” Mrs. McKelvey said, reaching for the helmet. The girl paused for just a second before handing it over to her. She removed her black leather motorcycle jacket too, but kept that tucked under her arm. Jordan stood up. He wanted a better view.
She turned to look at him, and he realized that she was beautiful—tiny and pale with huge dark eyes set in a delicate face. She reminded him of an exotic fairy princess or a genie from The Arabian Nights. The top of her head barely reached Jordan’s shoulder. She made him feel large and protective, but something in her eyes disturbed him. She stared at him with an intensity that made him feel uncomfortable. He gave her his signature smile, one that he knew to be absolutely irresistible to the ladies, but she didn’t respond. She studied him the way a scientist would study a bug under a microscope.
Jordan inched closer, feeling a little awkward, and reached around his father to stick out his hand. “I’m Jordan Banks,” he said, with a polished smile.
She looked at his hand for a moment before her eyes went to his face. “I know who you are.”
Ana froze in the doorway when he looked up at her, not sure what to do. She considered sneaking back to her room, but couldn’t now that Jordan had seen her. It would seem almost cowardly. Mrs. McKelvey, unaware of her dilemma, waved her in.
“There you are, Ana. I just told Mr. Jordan that I’d hoped you’d be joining us soon.”
Ana glanced at Jordan and could tell he’d been hoping for just the opposite. “It’s okay. I can take a tray up to my room.”
Mrs. McKelvey waved a hand to stop her. “Nonsense. You sit down right here and I’ll get things ready for you. Mr. Jordan would enjoy the company.”
Ana raised her eyebrows at that comment but said nothing. She sat on a bar stool, purposefully choosing the one farthest away from Jordan. He continued to eat, ignoring her completely.
Mrs. McKelvey brought her plate over. She’d made roast beef, mashed potatoes and green beans with almonds, one of Ana’s favorites. There was also a big bowl of salad and homemade dinner rolls.
“This looks wonderful.” Ana gave Mrs. McKelvey a huge smile. “Thank you.”
About to take a bite, she caught Jordan staring at her. “What?” she asked, feeling her cheeks turn pink and hating it. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Jordan shook his head. “It was that thing you just did with your face. I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Smile,” he said as he took another bite of roast beef. He seemed delighted by his own joke and gave her a little wink.