Read An Excerpt From ‘A Game of Retribution’ by Scarlett St.

It’s Hades vs. Hera in an epic battle of wills in A Game of Retribution, the newest dark fantasy romance from mega-bestselling author Scarlett St. Clair. Intrigued? Well read on to discover the synopsis and an excerpt from A Game of Retribution, which is out May 31st 2022!

Hades, God of the Dead, does not take sides or bend the rules. He makes no exceptions to these values—not for god or mortal, even his lover, Persephone, Goddess of Spring.

Usually, fear prevents retaliation.

But not this time.

When Hera, Goddess of Women, approaches Hades with a plan to overthrow Zeus, he declines to offer help. As punishment, Hera sentences Hades to perform a series of labors. Each feat seems more impossible than the last and draws his attention away from Persephone—whose own tragedy has left her questioning whether she can be Queen of the Underworld.

In this sneak peek, we enjoy a light moment, as Hermes, Hades’ self-proclaimed BFF, helps the god dress to impress:

Hades returned to the Underworld and changed into the clothes Hermes had left for him. He had almost dreaded asking for help, knowing the god would react with an overwhelming amount of enthusiasm—and Hades had not been wrong—though Hermes had made him work for it.

“You need my help?” he’d asked.

“Yes, Hermes,” Hades had said, frustrated. “I need your help.”

“With fashion.”

Hades did not consider this fashion. He was asking to be dressed down, and those were clothes he did not own. Still, he knew Hermes would not appreciate that.

“Yes,” he hissed, trying to remain calm.

“Hmm. I may be able to pencil you in…though, I am always willing to do favors for my best friends.”

Hades glared and Hermes raised his brows.

“Persephone is your best friend. This is for her.”

“But Persephone admits she’s my best friend,” Hermes said.

“Does it mean as much when I say it?”

“It’s like saying I love you,” Hermes explained. “I might know it but it’s good to hear.”

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There was a long pause, and then Hades mumbled, “You’re my best friend.”

“What was that?” Hermes asked. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“You’re my best friend,” Hades repeated quickly.

“Ah, once more, with feeling.”

Hades glared and said deliberately, “You’re my best friend.”

Hermes preened.

“I’ll have something for you by the evening.”

And he had held to his word, leaving a black shirt, pants, and a pair of riding boots for the evening.