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For Theodora Fairchild, graduate school is a dream. The professors are fighting over her, she gets to study Latin and explore her knowledge of Greek gods with others who share her passion…and she meets Grant Proctor. He's as shy as she is, and oh so handsome.

As she gives in to her feelings for the man who's stolen her heart, someone seems determined


For Theodora Fairchild, graduate school is a dream. The professors are fighting over her, she gets to study Latin and explore her knowledge of Greek gods with others who share her passion…and she meets Grant Proctor. He's as shy as she is, and oh so handsome.

As she gives in to her feelings for the man who's stolen her heart, someone seems determined to keep them apart—no matter the consequences. There are evil forces at work, and they have plans for Theo that don't include Grant. When Grant disappears, surviving the semester becomes the least of Theo's worries. Her knowledge of ancient mythology may be her best weapon, and relying on her wits and wisdom may be the only thing to help her save her true love.

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By Jove

By Marissa Doyle, Liz Pelletier

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Copyright © 2014 Marissa Doyle
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ISBN: 978-1-62266-571-6


"Come in, Miss Fairchild," called the clear baritone voice from behind the closed door.

Startled, Theodora Fairchild blinked at her fist, raised to knock on the dark mahogany panel below the brass nameplate. The lush Oriental carpet muffled any approaching footsteps ... did he have closed-circuit cameras trained on his doorway? She glanced behind her, searching for hidden lenses, then shrugged. New student jitters. She straightened her skirt and opened the door into the office of Dr. Julian d'Amboise, head of the Classical Languages and History Department at John Winthrop University.

A man with sleek silver-gray hair looked up at her from behind an enormous polished desk. His turquoise-blue eyes regarded her with interest and something suspiciously like amusement. Before she could wonder why, he had risen and come out from behind the desk, hand outstretched.

"Salve, mea amica. Welcome to John Winthrop University," he greeted her.

She shook his hand. "Gratias, Magister d'Amboise. Hic gaudeo esse," she thanked him.

Wow. Chairmen of classical language departments weren't supposed to be so attractive. He looked more like a wealthy polo player than head of one of the most distinguished classics department outside of Europe. Theo couldn't help covertly admiring his broad shoulders and the easy grace of his movements. His blue button-down shirt, sleeves casually rolled up over tanned forearms, bore an expensive logo.

He laughed and held up one hand. "I'm afraid that exhausts my conversational Latin. Greek's my subject. Won't you sit down, Miss Fairchild? Do you prefer to be called Theodora?" He waved her into the brown leather wingback in front of the desk and resumed his own seat. On the linenfold-paneled wall behind him were shelves with a few red-figured Greek vases and fragments of stone statuary. They didn't look like copies. Wow again.

She tore her attention away from them. "Just Theo is fine. Fewer syllables."

"But Theodora is a beautiful name. 'Beloved of the gods.' Hmm." He leaned back in his chair and gazed at her.

Theo shifted uncomfortably. His eyes were disquieting; they were slightly prominent, which might account for the feeling she got that they saw everything about her. "I hope I'm not disturbing you," she said to fill the silence.

"Hmm? Oh, not at all. I did request new students to visit, which is why you are here, I assume. Now, let's see." He picked up a pen and tapped it on the blotter. "Double major in Latin and history, with interests in historiography and, ah, the Republic/Empire transition? Three years teaching middle school Latin, and now here?"

Good lord. How did he know all that without looking it up? "You have an amazing memory, Dr. d'Amboise."

He smiled again. "Please call me Julian. I imagine it must be difficult to go back to living like a student again. Is the graduate student residence tolerable? Finding decent affordable apartments in Boston is a nightmare, but maybe next year something better will turn up. Di always seems to be looking for roommates in that house of hers. Professor Hunter, that is. She teaches Greek and coaches field hockey." He examined her, head to one side, and his eyes narrowed once more. "Though you may not fit in with that crowd. Hmmm. I rather hope not. It will be interesting to see."

This wasn't going quite as she had expected — the usual courtesy call due to one's department head. There was a subtext running through Dr. d'Amboise's conversation that she couldn't quite read. She felt as if she were being assessed and measured for — for what? She reached for her notebook to cover her confusion.

"I've got my course list here, as you requested," she said, flipping it open. Anything to evade those all-knowing eyes. "Dr. Waterman suggested I take his Advanced Latin Rhetoric and Composition and Dr. Forge-Smythe's Pre-Roman Italy. And maybe the course on Roman Religious Thought and Philosophy that's being offered in the Philosophy Department."

"Ah. Are you interested in religion as well?" Dr. d'Amboise — how could she call this elegant, self-assured man by his first name? — leaned forward.

"I'm interested in anything Roman. But religion was in as much turmoil as politics at end of the Republican era."

"Indeed." He sighed. "Will you be studying early Christianity as well?"

"It's beyond my period. Besides, I find pagans more intriguing."

"Do you?" Dr. d'Amboise rose and passed behind Theo's chair to one of the room's tall windows. He pushed aside the heavy blue draperies. Late-August sun flooded the room, dazzling her.

"What do you find intriguing about pagans?" He leaned against the sill, watching her.

She turned in her chair and squinted up at him, silhouetted in the glowing window. "In the case of the Romans, how religion reflected their cultural attitudes. It was highly practical. Their gods had roles and duties that they were expected to perform in exchange for worship and sacrifice. Christianity was nothing like that. Though the Roman gods were in many ways just reflections of the Greek pantheon."

"And does your interest extend to them as well?" There was a smile in his voice though she couldn't see his face.

"How can it not?" She paused, and decided to be honest. "I grew up on the stories of the Greek gods. My father's an amateur classics scholar and read me Ovid's Metamorphoses instead of fairy tales. No handsome princes and dragons — just Zeus and Athena. I'll take them over Saint Paul any day. There's an old story in my family that we're descended from a child Emperor Constantine begot with a native woman when he was a general in Roman Britain. Dad always says that Constantine was a complete spoilsport because he ended official worship of the old gods and it was up to us to keep the old stories alive." She gave him what she hoped was a self-deprecating smile.

Dr. d'Amboise was silent, watching her from within his halo of light. She wished she could see his expression, but the light was too strong. Damn. Had she sounded like a silly schoolgirl, rattling on about mythology and Daddy's crazy story? Was he going to laugh at her?

"My dear Theodora," he said at last. No laughter edged his words. "I can see we chose this year's students well."

He left the window and prowled gracefully back toward her, seating himself on the edge of his desk in front of her. "Are you sure I can't interest you in studying Greek with me? If you love Ovid, you'd also love Hesiod and Homer. I'd be happy to tutor you myself."

His smile was wide and charming. Theo began to feel oddly warm. Hmm, Greek. She'd never had time or opportunity to explore Greek very much. It had always been Latin for her. But maybe it was time to expand her horizons a little —

"She'll be busy enough with her required classes, Julian."

The deep, disapproving voice hit her like a splash of cold water. She looked back over the top of her chair. Dr. Arthur Waterman, senior professor of Latin, stood with crossed arms in the doorway, his eyes grim above his full salt-and-pepper beard. The stern expression on his face contrasted oddly with his exuberantly flowered blue-and-red Hawaiian shirt.

"Hello, Arthur. Nice shirt. Didn't hear you knock," Dr. d'Amboise said cheerfully. He didn't move from his perch next to Theo.

"That's because I didn't. Good afternoon, Theo."

"Hello, Dr. Waterman." She started to rise. Dr. d'Amboise glanced at her and she sat down again. His look had felt like hands pushing her back into her chair.

"I think Theodora has much potential, Arthur. Surely a working knowledge of ancient Greek will enhance her Latin scholarship," Dr. d'Amboise said, smiling down at her.

"She and I have discussed the matter already, Julian. Her schedule will be full both semesters this year." Dr. Waterman came to stand next to Theo's chair.

"Oh, you and your required courses. After three years of teaching Latin, I doubt she needs a course in rhetoric —"

Dr. Waterman ignored him and looked down at her. "Won't you stop by my office tomorrow morning around eight? I'll go to registration with you."

"Oh, you don't have to do that —" Theo began.

"Yes, I do." His face was stern. "Eight o'clock? I'll see you then."

Theo got the hint and stood up. She was relieved to find that this time she could. "Yes, Dr. Waterman. Thank you for meeting with me, Dr. d'Amboise."

"Julian, my dear. We're not formal in this department. At least, some of us aren't." He rose and extended his hand to her again, holding it a fraction of a second too long. "I'll look forward to chatting with you tomorrow at the department dinner."

"Thank you, Dr. d'Amb — Julian. Good-bye." Theo nodded at Dr. Waterman as she passed him. He smiled back, but his eyes were somber.

She slipped out the door, shutting it behind her, then leaned against the wall next to it and closed her eyes with a sigh. Obviously there was bad blood between the two professors who just happened to be her degree adviser and her department head ... would she be drawn into it too? This was why she'd been nervous about returning to school for her doctorate — the politics, the turf issues and squabbles over issues real or imaginary. But it was too late now. She was committed —

"Was it that bad?" asked a voice.

People walked too quietly on these thick carpets. Theo opened her eyes.

A man stood before her, smiling companionably as if they had just shared a joke. She couldn't help smiling back into his deep-set, twinkling gray eyes, then got caught by the small dimples that punctuated the corners of his mouth. They contrasted with the stern brows and thin, ascetic face framed by high cheekbones that reminded her of a painting of an early Christian martyr. He seemed too old to be a student despite his longish dark hair, but not self- important enough to be a faculty member. Whoever he was, those dimples were wreaking havoc in her midsection.

"I don't know. I hope not," she replied.

He nodded. "I can understand that. Julian's a law unto himself. Always has been." The dimples vanished, sweetness subsumed in a bitter curl of his lips. "You must be one of the new students."

Theo wished she could think of something to say to make him smile again. "I'm Theodora Fairchild. And I am new," was all she could manage. A familiar heat suffused her cheeks. Why had she buried herself in the library all summer? At least if she'd spent some time getting a tan her agonizing habit of blushing might not be so obvious. Her eighth graders at Sneed used to tease her unmercifully about it whenever they translated any of Catullus's love poetry in class.

"Greek or Latin?" the man asked, brows drawn again.


His brow smoothed. "That ought to help. Grant Proctor." He held out a hand. "Visiting fellow."

She shook his hand and began to feel better. "Visiting from where?"

"No place you've heard of, probably. It's a small research institute in New Hampshire. We share the property with a lot of moose."

"Do they speak Latin or Greek?" she asked. He seemed like he might have a sense of humor.

"Both, by the time we're through with them. Their enunciation is dreadful, though."

Theo laughed, and her anxiety eased a little. Maybe the year wouldn't be so bad, if there were others in the department as nice as this man. Not that Dr. Waterman or Dr. d'Amboise — darn it, would she ever be able to bring herself to call him Julian? — hadn't been nice enough. But as she'd left them it had felt like thunderstorms and earthquakes were imminent, so palpable was the tension between them.

A rumble of thunder startled her just then. She glanced toward the nearby window and saw that dark blue-gray thunderheads loomed in the late summer sky, blotting out the day's earlier sunshine. The university clock tower stood outlined against them in vivid contrast.

Grant Proctor looked up too. "Maybe I should come back later. I doubt Julian will be in a very good mood by the time he's ready to see me."

"Do you already know him?"

"We've met." His tone was curiously flat.

But before she could question him, the door opened again, and both Julian and Dr. Waterman stepped out. Dr. Waterman's face was still somber, but he managed a smile at Theo and a nod to Grant as he walked by them. She stole a quick peek at Julian, who was frowning at Dr. Waterman's retreating back. Then he recollected himself and turned to her.

"So stubborn. But I'll have you studying Greek yet." He glanced at Grant Proctor next to her. An expression of puzzlement flitted across his face, replaced at once by his usual charming smile. "Good afternoon. May I help you?"

"Grant Proctor." Grant nodded pleasantly but did not offer his hand.

Neither did Julian. He continued to regard Grant appraisingly. "Ah. The visiting fellow. You seem familiar but I don't quite place the name. You're from —"

"The Eleusinian Institute." Grant's voice was cool.

"Indeed? Are you sure we haven't met? You've lured a few of our faculty there over the years. How's Olivia?"

Theo began to feel superfluous. "I've got to run. Good-bye," she said.

Grant looked at her as if he were about to speak, then glanced at Julian. "Nice to meet you, Theo. See you later," he said after a pause.

"Till tomorrow evening, Theodora." Julian nodded at her, his eyes warm turquoise as they moved over her, then darkening to match the clouds outside as he turned to the other man. "Won't you come in?" he asked Grant politely.

She headed down the paneled hall to the stairs, dark now with the storm hovering outside. Rats. If Julian's door hadn't opened just then, she had been thinking about inviting the very interesting Grant Proctor to go for a beer at the graduate student lounge. By the expression in his eyes, she got the feeling he might have said yes.

* * *

Promptly at eight o'clock the next morning, Theo ascended the stairs in Hamilton Hall. Julian's door was still closed, but Dr. Waterman was standing by his. His shirt today was a purple and orange print, swirling with curiously tame-looking sharks. He looked relieved when he saw her approaching.

"Come in while I get a few things together." He waved her past him.

She walked in, then stopped short. "Oh," she breathed.

Built into the walls of the office were three enormous fish tanks, softly lit and teeming with myriad exotic fish. They turned the dark-paneled office into a kaleidoscope of moving colors and shapes.

"It's my hobby," Dr. Waterman said from behind her, sounding a little apologetic. "I've got more at home. They remind me of — that there's more than just the university, in the world."

"They're amazing!" Theo bent to peer into the nearest one. This was not what she'd expected. Dr. Waterman had seemed so stern yesterday, despite his funky shirt. "Are they fresh or salt water?"

"Salt. It's a little trickier to keep them happy, but I flatter myself that I've done all right by them." He pulled out a handkerchief and polished a spot on a glass side with a proprietorial smile.

The fish moved serenely around the crystalline water, their scales bright and glossy. Plants swayed in the current generated by the aerators.

"I should say so — oh, is that a sea horse?"

"It is. Here, feed them for me while I get organized. I haven't had a chance yet this morning." He stepped back to his desk, opened a drawer, and handed her a plastic tub.

Theo pulled the top off. A clean, sweet odor wafted upward from the bowl, subtle yet strong. The sunlight filtering in the east window seemed brighter all of a sudden, and the fish more colorful. A warm tingling sensation spread from her nose down to her toes.

"This is fish food?" she asked, lifting the tub to her nose and sniffing. It smelled of hyacinth and lilies and something else too, something indefinable, elusive, but rich and deep.

"Oh ... er, yes. My own blend." Dr. Waterman hastened over and took it from her. "Here, I'll show you." He folded back the cover from the tank and sprinkled some of the silvery flakes onto the surface of the water from a small silver spoon. The fish darted upward, snatching at the food.

"You do the others. Not too much in each." He held the tub and spoon out to her and watched as she shook flakes onto the water. Fish circled and lunged.

"Oh, good, they like you. Maybe you wouldn't mind taking care of them occasionally when I'm with — when I'm at conferences." He whisked the fish food from her hands and slipped it into a desk drawer.

"That would be fun. Do you go to many?" She turned away from him as if to study the fish, and surreptitiously smelled her fingers where a flake or two clung. The tingle surged through her again, and she shivered with pleasure. What was Dr. Waterman feeding his fish? They were darned lucky, whatever it was.

"A fair number." He gave her a sharp glance as she turned back toward him. "Shall we go?"

The graduate student union was still quiet at this hour. Only a few students stood waiting in line to register, most clutching Starbucks cups and looking dazed. Theo and Dr. Waterman joined the queue.

"Why, good morning," said a pleasant baritone voice.

Dr. Waterman stiffened. Theo turned.


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Meet the Author

Marissa Doyle graduated from Bryn Mawr College intending to be an archaeologist but somehow got distracted. When not writing historical-set YAs and fantasy for adults and kids, she's sailing on Cape Cod, quilting, or collecting 19th century fashion prints. She lives in her native Massachusetts with her family, an alarming number of research books, and a highly opinionated fourteen-pound lop-eared rabbit who shares her fondness for coffee and dark chocolate.
Marissa Doyle graduated from Bryn Mawr College intending to be an archaeologist, but she somehow got distracted. When not writing historical YA and fantasy for adults and kids, she's sailing on Cape Cod, quilting, or collecting 19th century fashion prints. She lives in her native Massachusetts with her family, an alarming number of research books, and a highly opinionated fourteen-pound lop-eared rabbit who shares her fondness for coffee and dark chocolate. She is the author of the young adult historical fantasies Bewitching Season, Betraying Season, and Courtship and Curses.

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By Jove 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
cattouch More than 1 year ago
Theo went back to graduate school after trying to teach 12 year old's Latin. She loves being back in the academic world around people who actually love speaking and learning the classics. She even gets a chance to teach Latin to first year students. Her Professors are an interesting group and two of them are more than just interested in her. She falls in love with Grant but he seems to run hot and cold. The head of her department starts to romance her and Theo doesn't know what to believe. After a betrayal, Theo finds out her professors are really former Greek gods that she loved to read about but now she needs to find and rescue Grant ( who has become mortal to be with her) after Zeus hid him away after she rejected him for Grant. Interesting story. .
Sami_Creech More than 1 year ago
Theodora can’t wait to get out of Sneed and go back to school to get her doctorate and move on to bigger and better things. She is tired of teaching Latin to a bunch of kids who are forced to take the class and wants to be able to teach it to people who want to learn the language and over it just as much as she does. One of the first people Theo meets is Julian. While he looks nice enough to eat there is just something about him that sets her warning bells off. After a rather intriguing meeting with Julian which gets interrupted by her advisor Dr. Waterman she meets a young man named Grant. Theo is drawn to Grant like a moth to a flame. Grant has never felt anything quit like what he feels when he is around Theo. Julian is not one to be ignored the way he sees it he saw her first and means to make her his at any cost. What will happen when Theo learns the truth about these people? What happens when a young lady gets stuck in between a long held grudge between two Gods? Will true love finally win over the meddlesome Gods? 
grandmareads102 More than 1 year ago
Theodora Fairchild is so happy to be going to graduate school at John Winthrop University where she can study Latin. This is her passion. When she meets Grant Proctor her life changes. She loves him. However, he holds back, but their attraction is powerful. What will happen when she learns his secret? He is Prometheus,one of the Titans. In fact, the rival for her love, Julian d'Amboise, the head of the Classical Language and History Department, is the king of the gods. This story is memorable. Which suitor will win Theo? The twist and turns kept me on the edge of my seat. The characters were intriguing. I loved the thought of the gods fraternizing with us. The dialogue and the atmosphere added to the tension. This was such an interesting premise. I was hooked. I needed to know if Theo and Grant would find their HEA. Marissa Doyle did a excellent job. This book had it all love, revenge and redemption.
mysticrosetiger More than 1 year ago
This book is a good read. Theo and Grant story is when you believe in love, love can defeat all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
gigiluvsbooks More than 1 year ago
For Theodora Fairchild, graduate school is a dream. The professors are fighting over her, she gets to study Latin with others who share her passion…and she meets Grant Proctor. He’s as shy as she is, and oh so handsome.  As she gives in to her feelings for the man who’s stolen her heart, someone seems determined to keep them apart—no matter the consequences. There are evil forces at work, and they have plans for Theo that don’t include Grant. When Grant disappears, surviving the semester becomes the least of Theo’s worries, and relying on her wits and wisdom may be the only thing to help her save her true love. Review: I really liked this story, it had a great mystery, romance and with Gods thrown into the mix! **Spoilers** I liked the inventive way the Author used Graduate school as a place were Gods and Goddesses who have been almost forgotten go to live and survive in the modern world. Theo decides to go back to school and get her graduate degree and from the start Theo feels at home with these kindred spirits.  She meets Grant right away and you can feel the bond developing between the two of them, but Grant is so shy.  There were a few times I wanted to shake Grant, so he would be more forthcoming with Theo, but it would have messed up the whole plot otherwise.  I liked Theo, she is smart and sensitive and a great partner for Grant.  I loved Grant aside from wanting to shake him a couple of  Once you learn who Grant is you can see the reasoning behind how he is and why he is the way he is and it makes you like him even more. The Author does a good job of keeping us in the dark as the story begins to unfold.  There were times that I guessed who was a God and which one, but others really surprised me.  I had really no idea who Grant really was until the scene when it was revealed.  I really enjoyed the inter-weaving of mythology through the story and how Theo has to use this knowledge to save Grant. Great Story!  Will definitely pick up more of her books. 4Stars
lchardesty More than 1 year ago
Theo is a graduate student excited to get her advanced degree in classical studies so she can stop teaching Latin to kids, and start teaching to students who actually want to learn it. At the university, she meets Grant Proctor, an intriguing new teaching fellow.  I just LOVED the nerdy atmosphere of this novel. The university setting, the characters who were all as obsessed with and knowledgeable about Classic Greek and Roman history, languages, and literature, it was like coming home even though the classics aren't my nerddom of choice.  Marissa Doyle has a way of pulling you into a novel and not letting go. I gasped at a particular plot twist, and stayed up way past my bedtime to finish this book.  Theo is a fun, nerdy character, and I loved her relationship with Grant. Even when I was frustrated with his behavior, I felt for him and rooted for their relationship.  I highly recommend this book. Marissa Doyle has officially taken her place as one of my favorite authors. I look forward to reading more from her.
InspirationalAngel531 More than 1 year ago
Title: By Jove Author: Marissa Doyle Publisher: Entangled Publishing LLC Published: 6-14-2014 ISBN: 13-978-1-62266-571-6 ASIN E-Book: B00KP86AGA Pages: 239 Genre: Romance Tags: Overall Rating: Great Reviewed For: NetGalley, Entangled Publishing LLC, Sizzling PR Reviewer: DelAnne On page one my interest was grabbed and held; by page three I could not read fast enough to find where this story would go next. Theodora Fairchild has left her teaching position to come to John Winthrop University to do her graduate studies. It seems their is a bit of a rivalry between the Roman studies under Dr. Author Waterman and Greek studies under Dr. Julian d'Ambrose. Each vying for Theo who has already set her schedule for Latin and Roman. Then she meets Grant Proctor, a Visiting Fellow from The Eleusinian Institute, working with Dr. Waterman. The sparks fly between Theo and Grant, something some of the faculty and staff are far less than happy with. As they try to explore their budding relationship malevolent events conspire to tear them apart. I loved the fast pace of the book and Lord knows Marissa Doyle returned me to my own studies of Greek vs Roman Mythology. Once I finished By Jove I wanted to read it all over again, just so I could laugh, smile and cry all over again. With humor and snappy dialog Ms. Doyle draws you in and holds you ensnared to the very end. Believe me this is one story you do not want to miss. Once you have read it you will be keeping it close to read it again and again. I can not wait to see what Marissa Doyle comes out with next. If it is anything like By Jove and will be snapping it up as quickly as I can.