Author: Jaclyn Osborn
Book: Axios: A Spartan Tale
Release date: Summer 2017
Photograph: Paul Henry Serres Photography
Cover Art: Simply Defined Art
Genre: Historical M/M Romance
Book: Axios: A Spartan Tale
Release date: Summer 2017
Photograph: Paul Henry Serres Photography
Cover Art: Simply Defined Art
Genre: Historical M/M Romance
Synopsis
My name is Axios Leontius of Sparta,
and I was born to kill. At age seven, I was torn from my mother’s
arms and left home to train with a group of other boys. We were
taught obedience, solidarity, military strategy, and how to withstand
pain. My harsh upbringing stripped me of my weaknesses and forced me
to become strong. Ruthless.
But, I craved something greater—a
life I could never have.
Against all odds, and the toughest
training a warrior could endure, I found an unexpected love in the
arms of a fellow Spartan. He was the very air I breathed and the
water that sustained me. Fighting side by side with him, we were
invincible.
However, there’s no place for love in
Sparta, especially between two men. In times of war, all men are put
to the test, but the greatest challenge for us was not one of swords
and spears, but of the heart.
Excerpt
“These boys have shown their
cowardice,” Gaius said, stepping between me and the boy and putting
his large hands on our shoulders. “What do we do with cowards here
in Sparta?”
Boys all started yelling at once. Maim
them. Punish. Whip. It seemed they all grew in confidence
once the focus was turned on someone else instead of them. They smiled as they shouted their answer, and another boy picked up a
rock and threw it at me.
I ducked just in time.
“Enough!” Gaius stopped their
chants and walked forward, pivoting on his heels to stare at me and
the boy beside me. “As of this moment, you two are a disgrace. But
here is your chance to prove your worth.”
Please, no, I inwardly prayed to
whatever god would listen, knowing what Gaius had planned.
Many times, I had witnessed the
instructors and some of the older men instigate fights between the
trainees. It was a way to tease and humiliate the weak. And sometimes
it was a way to dispose of them.
“What are you called?” Gaius asked
the boy. The boy’s answer wasn’t loud enough, so Gaius punched
his arm. “Speak up!”
“Darius!” he answered.
“And you?” Gaius pinned a glare at
me.
“Axios.”
He nodded. “Darius and Axios. You are
to fight until one of you is unable to continue.” Shifting his
stare between me and Darius, he gave a chilling grin. “And if
either of you thinks to forfeit, think again. If I see you surrender,
I will kill you where you stand.”
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