Some loves are bigger than this world…
Former soldier Erik Harrison is a dead man walking. The sole survivor of an
ambush, the guilt of losing his friends is crushing. He questions his own
sanity, remembering the vision he saw as he was dying –– a battle angel
come to collect his friends' souls.
Valkyrie Brenna Lund doesn't know why she failed in her duty to reap Erik's
soul on the battlefield. He deserves his place with the other mighty warriors
in Valhalla, and if she wants to return home, she has to kill him.
There are consequences for betraying the gods. But the closer Brenna and
Erik become, the more they both want to risk everything for a future
together. If only an immortal hunter weren’t sent to kill them both.
"Don't tell me you didn't kiss me because that's the one thing I remember
clearly." He moved in again, his voice strong and commanding. "So why?"
"I was curious. I didn't know what it'd be like to kiss a man." She spat the
words out, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the staff.
"Never kissed a man before?" A spark of mischievousness flared in his eyes.
"How about a woman?"
"No." She shook her head. "I mean..." She gritted her teeth, done with this
line of questioning. "I don't kiss. Anyone. Never had a reason to."
"I see." His voice dropped to a low whisper. "So, tell me - did you like it?"