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About The Author

     Kamery didn’t grow up thinking that
she would be an author. She loved to sing and act! She dreamed of the day that
she would perform on Broadway. SHe also loved books and had an active
imagination. She could come up with a story in no time and tell it to her
friends. Over time, she realized that she could follow both dreams.

     Now Kamery writes when she can,
weaving tales in every direction imaginable. When She’s not working on her
latest manuscript, she is at school finishing up her degree. Kamery loves
learning and getting to do both of the things that she loves!

     Currently, Kamery lives in the White
Mountains of Arizona with her handsome husband and beautiful daughter. They are
her whole world!

     It’s fun  for Kamery to be so close
to family and friends, especially her cohorts in Moonstruck Media. If it weren’t
for them, none of her stories would have ever made it on to paper.

Where To Find Me:

Website:
http://kamerysolomonbooks.blogspot.com/

Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/KamerySolomon

Coming Soon From
Kamery Solomon

Zeus
, Book One in
The
God Chronicles

Vegas is not where Karly had imagined herself to
be at this point in her life. She was supposed to be living in California,
soaking up the sun, and enjoying the life of an artist. Instead, she's just
moving out of her parents and going to a school that could loosely be called
her second choice. When she meets Zeus
Drakos
,
owner of the new hit casino and resort in town, he seems just like every other
jerk guy out there. How was she supposed to know who he really was?

Please enjoy an excerpt from Kamery’s
first, full length novel,
Zeus
!

“Class, this is our model for the
day! And your name is . . .?”

“Zeus.”

My head snapped up so quickly I
thought my neck might break.

He was wearing nothing but a
white bathrobe and the cockiest grin I’d ever seen. My eyes must have looked
like orbs, I was so shocked. He gave me a quick wink.

“Well, Zeus, thank you so much
for volunteering to do this for us,” the teacher continued.

“It’s no problem,” he said. “I
just want to really appreciate every art form out there. I thought if I was a
part of the art that it would mean more to me.”

“We’re very happy you’re here,”
the teacher said. Her eyes were glazing over as she stared at him and I could
almost see the fantasy she must have had playing in her head.

“Should I?” He pointed at the
platform and moved to take his robe off.

“Oh, yes, please!” She grabbed an
easel herself, never taking her eyes from him, and sat down.

I gasped as his robe came off,
averting my eyes just in time, blushing a million shades of red.

“This is officially my favorite
class ever,” the girl next to me said with a grin, her gaze devouring the man
in front of her.

“Uh-huh,” I agreed weakly. I
glanced around the side of my canvas and saw Zeus lying on his side, propped up
on his elbow, facing me.

“Hey,” he said, cocking an
eyebrow and smiling devilishly.

I gulped, my eyes still wide, and
made sure my easel was positioned so that there was no chance of me seeing his
lower half. If the professor had wanted a full body portrait then I was getting
half off—I wasn’t even going to look at that part of him.

I heard him laugh softly and
looked up again. He was still staring at me, a wide smile on his lips.

“Did you get my flowers?” he
whispered.

I nodded and gulped again,
focusing on my canvas that still had nothing on it.

“You know what? This position is
a little bit uncomfortable,” he said to the class. “Do you mind if I move?”

There was a chorus of approval
from the females in the room and some grumbling from the males. Zeus scooted a
little further down, laid his head on his arm, and bent one of his legs. The
position had opened up his private area and I squirmed as I readjusted my
painting so I wouldn’t look at it.

“We should go out tonight,” he
whispered to me again. “It’ll be fun, I promise. We can talk about this.”

I died a thousand deaths inside.
The girl next to me was sending a murderous glare my way. This was not an
experience I ever wanted to talk about. To anyone. Ever. I remained silent,
trying to paint his head and shoulders. Maybe a bust would still get me a good
grade.

“Is that a yes or no?” There was laughter
in his eyes as he spoke, obviously aware of my discomfort.

“I’m sorry, this one isn’t
working either,” he announced loudly and stood up.

I ducked my head down, my easel
too short to cover anything up. I could hear him chuckling.

“So date or no date?” he
whispered again, even though I wouldn’t raise my head. “Wow, it must be hard to
paint me without looking. Unless you’ve memorized my amazing good looks. Have
you? That would be so flattering, as well as a good indicator that you want to
go out tonight.”

I dropped my paintbrush and
covered my face with hands.

“Just stretching for a minute,”
he announced again. From the girls giggling around me I could guess that he was
pointing his hips towards my direction.

I dropped my hands, still not
looking, and sighed.

“If I say I’ll go out with you
tonight, will you stop trying to show me your crotch?”

“I don’t know, are you saying you
will?” I could hear the laughter in his whisper.