As a Valkyrie, Kiara of Asgard must look beyond the man to select only the best warriors to fight for Odin. But all her training deserts her when she sees Special Ops Marine Harrison Lombard. Unable to resist him, she saves his life on the battlefield instead of taking him to Valhalla. For her disloyalty, she's given five days as a human while Odin decides her fate.
During a mission in North Korea, Harrison's Force Reconnaissance team is ambushed. Critically wounded, he's straddled by a magnificent blonde wearing a helmet of feathers who eliminates his pain. Before he can find out who she is, she's gone. When she turns up in the States months later, he can hardly believe his luck—or the fire burning between them.
But Odin still has a claim on Harrison's soul. Will his angel of mercy save him again? Or has she come to collect?
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Kiara looked deep into her chosen one’s soul. She had to shake off her atypical sympathy. But the twinges in her heart and the heat between her thighs couldn’t be ignored.
Harrison’s lips were dry. His gaze held acknowledgement of equal attraction, no doubt. A smile from him would be her undoing. Three steps, Kiara. Offer him immortality, toss him on Bright, and take to the skies.
Lance in both hands she pushed the rod against his wide shoulder span. “Just to verify, what is your name?”
His muscles tensed under her, pressing into her knuckles. Despite his closeness to death Kiara felt a rise bumping, titillating, and making her yearn for a tryst. No human had ever had such an impact on her. Why now?
Ignoring the rush of emotions plaguing her body and mind, she strengthened her reserve and focused on the task. Her future with the squad depended on it. She wanted to become a captain. No tingling in her woman parts would change her course.
“Harrison Valentine Lombard.” His hips lifted, a hard long slice fit nicely between her thighs. “I can’t imagine my last thoughts to be of a siren teasing me, without allowing me to have release. Either kill me or liberate me so I can—”
“Kiara, it’s time. Grab your Einherjar and let’s ride,” Skogul bellowed.
A last burst of energy flowed from the soldier beneath Kiara. His hand stroked her breast, sliding between her skin and the gold corset. Twitches, low in her stomach, created jittering in muscles higher in her womb. More than pleasing Odin, she wanted to fornicate with this brave yet stupid man, her Valentine.
“Kiara.” His alluring whisper sailed on the wind.
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