Blurb

The gods walk among us. And they just might steal your soul… or your heart.

I thought I’d survived everything life could throw at me. All I wanted was to keep my distance from the criminals I work for and get my little brother out of the hell that is our mother’s house.

Then I died and woke up to four stunningly hot gods telling me I’m now a valkyrie.

Sly, sharp Loki. Jovial but ferocious Thor. Dreamily compassionate Baldur. Grim and secretive Hod. They all have something to teach me. And around them, my walls start to crack.

But the gods didn’t summon me just for kicks. Their king is missing, and they need me to find him. The first three valkyries they sent on the job never made it back.

More power is awakening in me than I could ever have imagined—and the gods’ enemies are more devious than even they knew. It’s going to take every trick in the book for me to save myself, my brother, and these divine men who’re getting under my skin in the most alluring way.

I’m Aria Watson, and Valhalla ain’t seen nothing yet.

Excerpt

“I’m scared,” I said, so quietly I wasn’t sure he’d even hear me. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to. “I’m scared of myself, like this—of what I could do.” To anyone, whether they deserved it or not. Of having to decide whether they did deserve it. Of everything that came with being a fucking valkyrie, really. “Good,” Loki said, his voice nothing but warmth now. “That, not any ‘goodness of heart,’ is what makes the difference between you and someone unworthy. And think about it, Ari. If you’re afraid, imagine how afraid the dark elves must be of you and what you can do, to make a threat like they did.” He sounded almost awed with that last remark. He saw me, he saw every dark place in me, and he was awed. I was still a little dizzy with the shots I’d inhaled, and the warmth and the awe wrapped around me with an urge I couldn’t quite bring myself to deny. I grasped the front of Loki’s shirt with both hands and tipped my head that last tiny distance to catch his mouth with mine. The god drew in a startled breath, and then he was kissing me back, hard and hungry. His thumb traced an arcing line across my side. Everywhere our bodies touched, heat tingled through my nerves as if he’d literally set me on fire. But what an intoxicating fire it was. I let myself sink into him, into the hot heady sensation of his lips meeting mine, where nothing else mattered just for a moment. If he was going to give, then I’d take everything I could get. He kissed me again, and the electricity of it set me alight like a sparkler. A whimper crept from my throat when his mouth trailed away from mine, charting a scorching path along my jaw. “Tell me you’ll come back,” he murmured beside my ear. “I’m not going to drag you. I want you to want to. We can make those bastards pay, Ari.”

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