Thunder Crashes: Falling Olympus Series, #1

By Loretta Kendall

It's been centuries since humans worshiped them, leaving the Myth gods with too much free time on their hands. When they turn Olympus into their own party palace, kinks and overblown egos now seem to be the driving force of these unruly gods' ways.

When a party prank goes wrong at Hades Olympus mansion, a hoard of ancient witches places a curse upon the selfish Greek playboys of the heavens. These egomaniacs will find what true humanity is when banished to Earth to live out a quest they haven't bargained for. Brothers, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades must work together to find the meaning of love and compassion or be stuck in human form forever.

At the top of his game, the new billionaire airlines mogul, Zeus, wasn't expecting to become a father again while he was stuck on the human rock that they call Earth. With baby Pearls' powers too strong, and his weakening by the day, he finds a caregiver for the demi-god child to help him cope with being a single dad in a body he's not familiar with. Settling on hiring a mature nanny he thinks won't be a distraction, he finds himself drawn to the plus-size beauty, Blue Valentine, who will ignite his deepest carnal desires and prove to be his eternal flame.

With their god power drained, Zeus' own ex-wife, Hera is plotting to kidnap his miraculous child for her own selfish need. As dark forces that threaten the humans and innocent myth creatures alike the brother's band together to protect the world from falling into the hands of an evil goddess who plots to take over Olympus.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Loretta Kendall
• Release date: Sep 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9798201174477

Loretta Kendall

Loretta started her life with a dream and a story in her mind. For as long as she can remember, she was a storyteller, sharing tall tales with her friends from an overactive imagination. Twenty-two years as an image consultant in the entertainment industry, she revisited her love of books and writing. She is also the Editor-in-chief of Lux Local Magazine, a makeup artist, photographer, and graphic designer. She has been writing since 2017 and has a passion for creating happily-ever-after romance stories with the perfect mix of steamy and slow-burn moments. A hopeless romantic, she lives her own happy ever of twenty-four years of wedded bliss.

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Chapter 1

~Zeus~

Sitting in my corporate office at Thunder United, I'm going over my company's new flight plans, as my newest intern has her head bobbing on my lap. She can't organize paperwork for shit, but she sure can work that mouth. I bet she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Damn, she’s good.

Too bad she can't figure out flight schedules, so I don't have to do this boring paperwork. Hell, I can't blame this cute little human for walking in and offering me a little afternoon delight. She's been begging for it all week, and who am I to deny such a generous request? I needed the stress release, so I'm not complaining.

Okay, so this job sucks, and so does she, but human life gets expensive. It didn't take long for me to figure out I needed to be ridiculously rich or this whole thing would be a drag. I took over the flight industry, and weather systems organizations on the side, as a distraction from the boredom of Earth life. Humans didn't like it so well when the gods of Olympus monopolized the major industries, so we ended up having to do some damn charity work to ease the tensions between us. I'm just one merger away from totally taking over the sky and running things my way.

Besides, what did they expect? I'm a god and am not bowing down to some damn pimply-faced geek telling me how to flip greasy burgers for the rest of my life. I'm mother-fucking Zeus!

Since I was banished to this nightmare of a planet, my life has gone to shit. Here I am, the god of sky and thunder, and I'm sitting in on board meetings and planning company golf outings. I actually sat for an hour today watching cat videos on that... YouTube thingy. What the hell has my life come to?

Ever since those Graeae bitches cursed our kind, the gods are living as commoners, doing menial tasks like a bunch of idiots. The Grey Sisters, as our kind call them, are three witches who thought it would be funny if all the gods of Greece would have to live normal lives. The reasoning was to make us understand what it's like to live as a human and become humble for the gifts we once possessed.

They claim we got too self-righteous for our own good and have no compassion. Who are they to talk to us that way? Those hags are ugly as hell and share one creepy ass eye to see. Who the fuck does that? That's like sharing your used underwear. I think they did this because they can't get laid and are bitter as hell about it.

After the initial fall to earth a year ago, my powers were still strong. It was easy for me to take on a leadership role in those first few weeks. I could use my powers to get anything I wanted, but slowly they are fading. I always liked the sky, so owning the world's flight industry was a natural transition for me. I just walked into this place and took over. A little thunder and lightning and the humans handed it over on a silver platter. Human life has been pretty sweet in that regard, and I became an instant billionaire. Funny how people throw money at you when they think you're going to light their ass up with a lightning bolt.

Unfortunately, my powers aren't as strong as they were and are weakening every day. I assume it's because the longer we're here, the more human we become. If that happens, just kill me. This human shit isn't for someone like me. I ruled the universe and now I'm making business deals and pushing papers like some human slug. Sure, we lost our popularity on earth over the years, but on Olympus, I still ruled as a god.

The shitty part of all this is that I've barely been able to throw a good lightning bolt in weeks. I miss the early days when humans worshiped and respected us. For fuck's sake! They have my brother Poseidon at a freaking marine park working with dolphins. He said it smooths him, or some stupid shit like that.

Poor Posey. He's like my best friend and he's been resorting to playing the fish whisperer. We were gods; now this?

It probably didn't help that I cheated on my ex-wife, Hera... again. She and those gossipy old hags probably did this so she could get me back for screwing that bitch on Olympus. Hell, I don't even remember that chick's name. Hades threw a raging party, and I couldn't help the chick wanted me. I'm a silver fox and a body like... well... a Greek god. Who wouldn't want this?

Speaking of chicks. Being distracted by this drama, I almost forgot about the girl in my lap. My cock keeps throbbing, and I know I'm about there. Damn, this twenty-something can really give good head. She's about to make me explode. Fuck... Damn baby, take it easy. We have all afternoon. Wait... Did she stop? Oh, hell no. I'm not done yet.

Keep sucking, baby. I'm almost there. Your pretty lips look so good around my cock.

I've never been with a god before I met you. Am I doing it right for you, Zeus? she asked, licking me like a lollipop.

Damn right, you are. I might give this one a bonus next quarter. She's working hard for that raise.

I grab her head, shoving my member deeper into her mouth until I feel it pounding the back of her throat. I can hear her gag, but I love that shit. Unable to keep my thoughts on work, I just relax back into the leather chair and let this pretty little vixen go to town on my knob.

Just as I'm about to go over the edge, my business partner swings open the door. This asshole is crazy if he thinks I'm going to make her stop. He should know by now I'm no prude. Look around Greece at our art and statues. You can tell we had no hang-ups about sex in my day.

The man in his three-piece Armani suit is glaring at me while I'm wrapping my hand in this chick's hair to steady her pace.

Keep going, baby. Just ignore him. What do you want, Trevor?

Geez, Zeus. Do you realize you're in a place of business?

Don't worry about it, asshole. You're just jealous it's not you that’s sucking me off. Now, what do you want?

The human who was the company's former CEO rolled his eyes and shifted his glasses in a huff. I don't know what his problem is. I gave him the vice president's position, but he's such a weasel. Trevor was the first one to bow down when I walked into this place. He was so willing to hand over the reins to me that I thought he was going to literally kiss my ass to keep his job. He's a good guy, though, and a damn hard worker.

Do you have any tips on the category four hurricane coming up from the south? The weather service has announced it's getting stronger and will hit landfall in two days. We have flights being grounded as we speak.

Hurricane?

I shove the bitch off me and stand to my feet, trying to shove my aching big Zeus in my pants. If I don't get off soon, I'm going to have blue balls, but this is serious. I might be a womanizer, but these humans are still somewhat my responsibility.

I never called up a storm.

Are you forgetting you're not a god anymore? Natural air patterns and storm systems are forming. You're no longer manipulating the—

Shit, I forgot. I get it. I can't control the sky right now the way I used to. Once I figure out how to get full control back of my power, I'm going to kill those damn witches. Get me the weather reports and I'll deal with it. I may have to go to the ocean to see if I can at least calm the winds. I'll call Poseidon and see if he can work on the seas. No promises, though. I've been feeling a little off these past few days.

Yes, sir. One more thing. You have a package that is supposed to arrive tomorrow morning, he said with a sly smirk. "I'm sure you'll find it... interesting."

What kind of package? the bimbo asked as she pulled down her dress and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

Trevor was glaring at her as she came over to rub her hands over my chest.

Sir, this is a personal matter. She doesn't need to be here.

Rolling my eyes, I pushed the girls' hands away and pulled out my charms. Listen, sweetheart. Why don't you run down to the cafeteria and grab us some lunch? We can pick up where we left off later.

Yes, sir, she said, hurrying out.

Rolling his eyes at me once again, Trevor sat in the adjacent chair at my desk. You're going to catch something if you aren't careful. Sleeping around with human girls isn't like being at Olympus.

Catch something? Like what? The only thing I've been catching since I got here is a shit ton of available pussy?

An STD, moron.

Don't call me a moron. What's an STD? I asked.

Human issues just annoy me. There's always someone around here trying to ruin my fun with all these damn rules to follow. I had enough nagging from my ex-wife. I didn't need that shit starting here, too. Trevor is like my ex in man form. He's the biggest nag I know. Besides, what the hell is an STD? That sounds like one of those gift baskets to investors that my secretary makes me sign off on all the time. What the hell is he talking about?

You're addicted to the internet—Google it. I suggest doing so before your next booty call. One day, your little Zeus is going to fall off in your hand.

"Ha. Not so little. I got at least ten inches of pure Zeus hanging, buddy."

Whatever, he grumbled before standing from his seat, flopping a stack of paperwork on my desk. These are the weather reports from about a half-hour ago. Let me know what you think. Unlike our newly fallen god, aka CEO, I have work to do instead of screwing barely legal interns.

Hey! They're all over twenty-one. I make sure HR checks before they hire them. I'm not stupid. I know human laws.

Yeah, but you seem to conveniently forget half of them. Especially when you're looking for a good time. Get it together, Zeus. People's lives are on the line. It's not all about you here.

I sit in my office chair and rest my feet on the desk with a sly grin just to piss him off, saying, Pfft. So, your boring ass keeps telling me. Sometimes you're a real buzz kill, ya know that?

Get the weather detail done. I need to call the National Weather Service and let them know if there is anything they should worry about.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I scowl. Fine. I'll text you with the info. Book me a flight to the east coast. I'll see what I can do to slow it down. As much as you humans annoy the shit out of me, I sure don't want people dying on my watch.

Good. Oh, and Zeus... good luck tomorrow. He chuckled as he walked out. You're going to need it.

This smug asshole is up to something. I just know it.

Chapter 2

~Zeus~

I can’t believe I have to come in this early. I wanted to sleep in a little because I needed sleep after the orgy I had last night. Those ladies had me working overtime. Not to boast, but I beat my record for most orgasms given in an hour. Personal best, but damn, can’t a guy get some rest around here?

I pay Trevor to take care of these things, and he always figures out some way for me to have to work. Doesn’t he realize I’m the boss? I get we have a hurricane to worry about, but shouldn’t I be able to enjoy my golden years in peace? I should be at home kicking that last chick from the bar out of my bed. The rest of them left last night, but one of them stayed for some extra kink action. She was a wild one.

My maid told me it would be rude to wake her, considering I had her tied to my bed most of the night. I didn’t hear the woman complaining about sleep when I was banging her so hard my headboard broke.

Damn it. I can’t forget that I need to order a new bed. That’s the second one I’ve broken this month. Maybe I should order more of those condom things, too. Those seem to be a human girl thing they like. Maybe it’s a kink or something? Trevor seems to think they’re important and keeps bugging me about keeping them handy.

The reason I can’t get any sleep is that human women got word I like sex and that I’m a god in the sky and bed. They can’t keep their hands off me, and when I enter a club, all the guys get butthurt over the fact this old man is taking all their chicks. If they have such a problem with it, maybe they need to try harder to please their women. One thing I’ve learned from being here, human women like sex, too. So why not give them what they want?

Walking to the large window that overlooks my airline empire, I notice we have grounded too many flights. I hate to admit it, and I’ll take it to my grave before telling him, but Trevor was right. We need to inspect this hurricane closely because something’s off. This isn’t normal earth wind patterns. It picked up speed over the Atlantic and it could be bad when it reaches landfall. It’s like an unruly child and is all over the place with wind currents.

Turning back to my computer, I’ve been watching news reports since I got here. As much of an asshole as people think I am, I hate seeing fear in humans’ eyes. They’ve been instructing people to evacuate, but I’m worried there’s not enough time for that. I don’t want to disappoint anyone, but I’m not sure Poseidon and I have enough power left between us to stop this one. I just wish those old hags would let us have a break from this curse just for one day.

Dropping back in my leather chair, I scroll through social media. There I find terrifying messages with requests from local beachgoers’ families, begging me for help. The visions of the chaos that broke out are heartbreaking.

In my day, I have to admit that I ruled with an iron fist, but I cared for my people. Especially when they needed me. Unlike the gods of other lands, Greece was my people, and I cared for them as my extended family. Now, I’m asked to help Americans and I don’t even know much about this place. At least I’ll get a little vacation break when I head to Florida later today to check on the ocean tides and wind patterns.

Anyway, I need to get my mind off this mess. I wonder if that cute little intern wants to join me for a morning quickie.

Hitting the intercom to my secretary, I might as well get the day started. Mrs. West, send in my intern. Tell her to bring some coffee and some of those raspberry Danishes I like. I haven't had breakfast yet. Tell her to bring some extra honey, too.

Yes, sir, Mr. Thunder.

I chuckled a little. I needed a last name for my human life, and Thunder was the only thing I could think of in a flash. It’s a little redundant, but it works.

Time to have some early morning fun.

About twenty minutes later, my pants are around my knees, about to dive into some morning delight. I’m eating a raspberry breakfast Danish with one hand and spreading honey on this chick’s ass with the other.

I love these Danish things. How did I never know about these?

Leaning over to lick the sweet drizzle of honey that’s dripping down her ass cheek and across her tan line, I’m distracted by the sounds of voices in the hallway and… son of a bitch! The door swings open.

Zeus, your nine o’clock appointment is… shit!

The door slams back shut, and I hear arguing voices on the other side, muffled by the massive office door. The only thing I can make out is he told the person I’m indisposed, at the moment.

Just as I’m about to lick another drop of honey off this girl’s ass, the door swings back open. I’m not stopping this time. I’m having my breakfast, and Trevor is just going to have to wait until I’m finished.

Zeus, sorry. I couldn’t stop her.

Mr. Thunder! What is the meaning of this?

I look over and see some old bitty scowling at me and I’m stopped in mid-lick, looking up at her like a kid caught with his hand in the candy jar.

After one last lick, while keeping my eyes on this nagging woman, I decided maybe I should stop. Slowly, I move the girl to stand and adjust my pants back around my waist. Babe, why don’t you go clean yourself up in my private restroom? My morning appointment is here.

Yes, Mr. Thunder. Whatever you want, sir.

The cute blonde grabs her clothes from the floor and shuffles away. A hint of embarrassment on her face makes her cheeks blush as she watches the old bat with big, dark-frame glasses and a tight bun in her hair who’s glaring at us. She’s probably wondering the same thing I am. Who is this crazy woman?

May I help you? You don’t just barge into my office like that. Do you know who I am? I don’t know what you do for a living, but I am damn sure you just lost your job, lady.

Sitting down at the chair across from my desk, she pulls papers from her briefcase and slaps them down in front of me while giving me a dirty look.

I don’t like this chick. Who in Hades does she think she is?

Mr. Thunder, I’m Mrs. Walters. I’m with child protective services. I’m here on behalf of a woman you met when you arrived on Earth. From the looks of it, you’re not exactly who I would want to turn to in this situation. I can’t for the life of me picture why she asked that you be listed as next of kin.

Trevor stepped up, saying, Mrs. Walters, I can assure you it’s in the best interest of everyone if Zeus is aware of what’s going on. Although he seems a tad crude, he’s responsible otherwise. He would want to do what’s best in the situation.

I looked up at him, confused as to why he was defending me.

"What situation? What woman? I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I could use a little more information here, people. I may have been a god, but I can’t read people’s minds like that and don’t take prayer requests anymore. You’ll have to take that up with The God."

Mr. Thunder, you, might want to take a look at this.

She handed over a photo of a woman I remember from when I first arrived. It was a flight attendant who was a sweet woman, and we dated for a bit. She showed me the ropes of human life. I haven’t seen her around here in almost a year now.

Do you remember this woman? Her name was—

Sofia. A beautiful woman from Spain who used to work here. She was living in New York to be a model and was a flight attendant on the side until she made it big. Last I heard, she got a modeling gig somewhere.

Looking up at Trevor, the woman sighed. Something doesn’t feel right about this. Unfortunately, that was no modeling gig. She was a victim of human trafficking. Mr. Thunder, may I call you Zeus?

Yes, of course. Human trafficking? That’s when they sell humans into sex slavery, right? Is she okay?

Even though I may seem to have no respect for women, Sophia was special. She was a kind woman, and we hit it off so well that she took the time to help me adjust to this life. She was kind and understanding that was having a hard time after I learned my powers were failing. In the end, we were just friends with benefits. Sometimes I miss her smiling face and the way she laughed. I didn’t know it could be that way with a woman. In some ways, I guess I… no. I know. I cared for her.

That’s correct. I hate to be the one to inform you. Unfortunately, she was stabbed and left for dead in an abandoned building in New York City a few months ago. She lived long enough to give birth to her child, two months early. We call her Pearl.

Chapter 3

~Zeus~

A baby. Humm. Poor kid, she’ll be an orphan. Sophia wanted a child and loved kids.

When the girl from earlier comes out of the restroom, everyone looks to find her looking blankly at me and chewing on a stick of gum.

My granny’s name was Pearl.

Trevor quickly takes the girl’s arm. Rushing her out the door, he acts as if this is big news is something the intern doesn’t need to hear.

Right now, I’m more worried about the fact I feel sick. I’ve never felt this emotion before. I hate fucking human emotions. They’re pointless. And wait… What is this wetness on my face?

I reach up and feel something and… Shit! I’m leaking! What the hell? Is this another part of this damn curse? Now I’m fucking leaking out my eyes!

Trevor reaches to hand me the handkerchief from his dress-suit pocket with a roll to his eyes. I hate when he does that. It’s called a tear, Zeus. You’re crying.

Crying? No. That’s a useless human emotion. Gods don’t cry. Why would I cry?

The older woman looks up at me with a curious expression. Maybe your human side is coming through, telling you the news of Sophia’s death upsets you.

Pfft. Ridiculous. I’m a god. As I said, we don’t cry. Emotions are pointless and just get in the way. Sure, Sophia was great, but she was just a chick I hooked up with… Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. Oh! Hell no! This is not my kid. I already have enough kids. I’m around fifty in human years in this body. Sure, I’m still hot as hell and fit like a twenty-year-old in his prime, but I can’t be having a kid.

Trevor is covering his smart-ass smirk with his fist, and I know this asshole is getting a kick out of my torment. So that’s what he’s been so smug about the last couple of days. He knew and didn't tell me.

The old lady pushed her glasses up on her nose, making her look like a grouchy old librarian. Yes, Zeus. Little Pearl is your child. Miss Garcia put you down as father on the birth certificate. We will need to run a DNA test to confirm this, but she is your child.

I can’t be the dad.

Well, I suggest you spend less time licking honey off your intern's backside and start figuring this out. This little girl needs a father unless you want to put the baby up for adoption. I strongly suggest against that because she will need help to deal with her powers.

Did she say powers?

She’s a demigod?

That’s what the doctors are telling us. It’s the first demigod child born since the fall of Olympus. The truth is, Zeus, child protective services are not equipped to care for her. Human parents fear the potential of her powers hurting them, or other children, and don't want her in their care. She’s just a baby, and we have seen her do tremendous things. I know very well that you are unfit to care for a child. Your vulgar reputation precedes you.

Unfit? I’ll have you know—

Yes, unfit, she rudely interrupts. You’re obviously too immature, and too much of a playboy to care for her. But at this point, we don’t have any other choice. We think… Suddenly, the lady tried to take a breath, looking slightly panicked.

Trevor sat across from me with that serious look he always gets. I know he’s worried and both look like there’s something more than they are telling me. Zeus, buddy, we believe she caused this hurricane.

What? How?

We’re not sure, but she lives in Florida now with a foster family. They said she’s not been resting and had a belly ache when they first started seeing her powers develop. A rain cloud flooded the couple’s home. When this hurricane came up, she'd been crying nonstop, and they couldn't get her to calm down.

I sort of gave a half-smile at the idea of little Pearl flooding the place and I let out a light laugh. The poor kid must be sick, and this human form can be hard to control, even for me. If this is true, she’s a daddy’s girl. Oddly, her powers are already showing, but my baby girl is already taking her place on... Olympus.

Oh no. The witches.

I’ll take her! I blurt out.

Wait... Did I just say that?

Trevor and the woman looked at me as if they couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth. Shit. Neither can I. But if this is true, I must protect her from those damn witches. Maybe even from these stupid humans who probably want to use her as some freaky science experiment. The creeps don’t understand there are others outside of their Earth bubble and want to probe and dissect everything that they don’t understand. I’d just like to see the bastards try that shit with me. 

"Do you understand you will be responsible for her