Westside Oracle: A Paranormal Women's Midlife Fiction Novel: (Midlife Olympians #1)

When the fake fortune teller receives the gift of the oracle, of course theres strings attached. Olympic-sized strings. Some people get Green Eggs and Ham as a bedtime story, I got tales of gods and Titans, nymphs, demigods, and Oracles. My Greek grandparents not only told me stories. They were so proud of their culture and heritage, making sure I was fluent in both reading and writing the language. I thought I knew who I was, my heritage, my culture, my destiny. All of that changed when a Titan named Dione walked through the door of my divination shop. For so many years, Id thought Id been scamming people by reading their fortunes. Turns out Im the real deal. Dione says a fortune, a job as Oracle to the Gods, and the deed to a property in a small town near the Washington Olympics awaits. The problem is, the cops are after me for Carlos latest scam, scary monsters want to kidnap me, and everyone who takes the post of Oracle to the Olympians dies mysteriously. Who knew going legit would be so dangerous? When I quit my gig as a fake fortuneteller to become the Oracle, of course the job had strings attached. Olympic-sized strings. A modern epic of Homeric proportions with action, adventure, and ibuprofen chasers. After my mother died when I was the tender age of four, I moved in with my yiayia and papus. My Greek grandparents filled my head with ancient myths of heroic deeds, tragedies, and poems. They spoke to me in Greek and taught me to read and write in the language. It felt like they were preparing me for something. When I was a teenager, they died. I got pregnant, married my sweetheart and lived a pretty miserable life. With the exception of raising my son Luke, of course. I made a living telling fortunes. It paid the bills that Carlo couldn't cover with his wise guy money. My dreams of being a hero were long forgotten. Then, on the same day, I received a Dear John from my husband, a call from my son to come stay with him in Seattle, and a visit from a mysterious woman. Turns out, I'm the real deal. I have the power to read the future. Now, I'm racing against unknown enemies to get to the west coast and claim my position. I do have a helper. The guardian angel who saved me from the same fire that ostensibly killed my mother. Except, he's no angel. Hermes is a literal god. Will I make it to Washington to claim my inheritance, or will I meet the same fate that's befallen the last Oracle? When a fake fortuneteller receives the gift of the oracle, of course there's strings attached. Olympic-sized strings. Some people get Green Eggs and Ham as a bedtime story, I got tales of gods and Titans, nymphs, demigods, and Oracles. My Greek grandparents not only told me stories. They were so proud of their culture and heritage, making sure I was fluent in both reading and writing the language. I thought I knew who I was, my heritage, my culture, my destiny. All of that changed when a Titan named Dione walked through the door of my divination shop. For so many years, I'd thought I'd been scamming people by reading their fortunes.Turns out I'm the real deal. Dione says a fortune, a job as Oracle to the Gods, and the deed to a property in a small town near the Washington Olympics awaits. The problem is, the cops are after me for Carlo's latest scam, scary monsters want to kidnap me, and everyone who takes the post of Oracle to the Olympians dies mysteriously. Who knew going legit would be so dangerous?