How To Worship A Goddess
(Forgotten Goddesses #2)
By: Stephanie Julian
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Published: Dec. 1, 2011
Genre: Erotica
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Lucy was once the beloved Goddess of the Moon, and she could have any man she wanted. But these days, the goddesses of the Etruscan pantheon are all but forgotten. The only rituals she enjoys now are the local hockey games, whereone ferociously handsome player still inflames her divine blood…
Brandon Stevenson is one hundred percent focused on the game, until he looks up and sees a celestial beauty sitting in the third row. A man could surely fall hard for a distraction like that.
I really enjoyed What a Goddess Wants and was a little surprised that I didn’t like this story more. I was happy when Hockey seemed to play a big part in the beginning of the book. Lucy loves hockey, Brandon is a hockey player, so I thought that hockey would be predominate in the story. (Okay, I admit I’m reaching here but for a fellow hockey fan, a girl can dream right?) However, once the romance picks up, hockey is quickly forgotten and it is all about Lucy, Brandon and magic. What probably bugged me a little more was the fact that this book takes place in the span of like 4 days. They meet, instantly fall in love and claim each other as mates. Even though a lot goes on in the book, you are reminded that they only know each other for a few days.
However, I did enjoy reading the book regardless of the little hangups I had. I thought Brandon’s character was spot on with everything. With who he is not only as a person but as a hockey player as well. I was happy to see characters from the last book like Sal and even Tessa turn up in this story. I felt that him and Lucy made a perfect pair and their intimate scenes were pretty… wow. I liked how dominant they both were and the fact that they only conceded to each other in private.
I chose the quote below because I am a huge hockey fan and I couldn’t agree more with it.
“She loved hockey. Loved the speed, the agility. The fights. The men. Brawny, sweaty, messy. They let their hair grown, though no one would ever accuse them of being feminine, not with perpetual five o’clock shadow and bulging muscles. They skated with the grace of ballet dancers and fought at the drop of a glove.”
Previous reviews from the Forgotten Goddess series
What a Goddess Wants
