The Consort

Liz is a lonely woman, widowed before she was properly a bride. Ben was the only man for her. Now he’s gone, and she has been left in agony, both physical and emotional. Patrice has long-ago decided she’s asexual. Though she tried to play the games to fit in, she’s never found anyone sexually appealing. When these two friends each receive an invitation to the exclusive Fantasy Club, they decide to go, just to satisfy their interfering friends…whichever of them spent the money to send them to the club. Once there, they learn about the true magic of the club. It’s not called Little Olympus for kicks. But can even the gods of Olympus make a happily ever after for two lost causes like these?