Excerpt: Claimed by the Wolf

Here is an excerpt of Claimed by the Wolf~ Green Mountain Shifters, book three ❤

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“Hey, Good Lookin’” by Hank Williams greeted Katee Ellis as she woke. Her head pounded, and her mouth was dry as if she had the worst hangover ever. Yet, she couldn’t recall drinking the night before.

As her eyes cleared, she realized she didn’t recognize the ceiling, its chipped and peeling paint. She sat straight up, her head swimming as nausea swept her from the movement. Placing her hands on both sides of her head, sinking them into her hair, she closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths. When the nausea faded away, she opened her eyes, and then she realized she was completely naked.

What the hell?

She quickly pulled a sheet up and held it at her breasts, trying to figure out how the hell she’d gotten into a rumpled bed in a worn down bedroom.

Hank continued to sing as heavy steps from outside the room caught her attention—she inhaled, scenting the wild. Wait. She inhaled again. Shock coursed through her when she realized she could smell everything around her—the old wood, the man coming toward the room, the cool mid-autumn breeze coming through the barely opened window.

Her heart skipped a beat, and then sped up as panic began to take hold. She dug for a memory to tell her how she’d gotten where she was, but nothing came, which alarmed her more. Through shapeshifting friends she knew what the situation could mean … and she tried her damnedest to calm down, to shove the panic down as her blood pounding in her ears blocked out all other noise.

What the hell happened to me?

“Here, this should help.” The man’s voice was deep, with a British lilt. The sound snapped her back to reality.

She held the blanket closer, tighter.

She looked over slowly, pushing her long, dark red hair out of her eyes. Her gaze settled on a tall, lithe, muscled man. His thermal, long-sleeved shirt clung nicely to his torso. Her sharp vision could plainly see that strong arms were hidden underneath the fabric.

He stepped closer to her, holding out a mug to her. After holding his dark blue gaze for a moment, she reached out and took it. The heat from it felt good as it spread beneath the skin of her hand. Coffee.

As the man moved to the desk and grasped a chair in one hand, she inhaled the scent of the beverage. Heaven. Taking a sip, she tasted the slight bite of whisky, which made her smile softly.

“A little hair of the dog never hurt.” He returned her smile as he set the chair down and took a seat, running a hand through his hair before leaning forward and resting his elbows on his thighs.

 

Flashback Friday: An Island Christmas

Ah. The first, and only, non-paranormal romance I’ve written to date 🙂 One of my favorite stories, and the first I published with Evernight.

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BLURB:

After Blue Malone and her best friend are forced to cancel their Christmas vacation plans, their boss offers them the keys to his private island home in the Caribbean. The island home is gorgeous, and Blue can’t wait to relax and explore the lush surroundings.

Though, they are not alone on the island. Constant Abbett, the son of her boss, is a part-time resident of the island and is currently there on break from work. Blue has been attracted to him for years, since they met seven years ago, but she’s never voiced that attraction, for fear of him not wanting her back. She doesn’t want to ruin a great friendship. But with him so close, and the attraction to him growing by the minute as they spend time together, Blue knows she can’t hold her feelings back. She can only hope he feels the same way.

 

EXCERPT:

Blue woke early the next morning, wanting to watch the sunrise, as Kristopher and his family talked often about the beauty of it. After making herself some coffee, she walked out to the boat dock, standing at the end. One boat was docked to the right of her—a nice one but not screaming ‘I’m rich!’. Blue, and Sherilyn, loved the water and loved to fish, so she could greatly appreciate the boat.

She had a fleeting thought of taking it out for a spin to go fishing, but she hadn’t asked permission for that, so the thought really was fleeting.

The sky was just hinting with color, and a warm breeze caressed her skin, as she was wearing her pajama shorts and tank top.

“Good morning.”

Blue jumped a little, almost spilling some of her coffee at the male voice. Turning, she saw Constant walking toward her. “Constant Abbett,” she chided, “you startled me.”

“My apologies.” He smiled—blessed with the cutest, sexiest dimples she’d ever seen—and gave her a hug when he reached her.

“Welcome to the island.”

She returned his smile. “Thanks, and good morning to you.”

“You seemed in the moment, taking in the ocean, so I announced myself halfway to you so I wouldn’t startle you.” He
clucked. “Guess that didn’t work.”

“Nope.” She took a sip of coffee. “But I appreciate the effort.”

“Thought you would.” He winked.

Blue tried her damnedest to not look at his bare torso and arms. He was lean and strong, which she knew was due to his job. Constant built extreme treehouses all around the world, and his body certainly agreed with his occupation. She wouldn’t deny she’d been attracted to him since the day they met, but hadn’t voiced or acted upon it because she wasn’t certain he felt the same way.

She was no prude, but she really cared for Constant and didn’t want to ruin the friendship they had. When his blue-green eyes turned to the ocean shortly after his wink, she remembered the reason she was on the dock in the first
place. She turned forward again, not wanting to miss the sunrise. Her body had wanted to stay in bed, as Sherilyn had, but she wanted to experience the sunrise more so…

“I love watching the sun come up here,” he said, only a few inches away. “It never gets old. Always beautiful, mesmerizing.”

She smiled, gaze on the amazing colors awakening in front of her. “You sound like your father.”

He chuckled. “We’re a lot alike in some ways.”

The rising sun mesmerized her as it spread across the ocean and came onto the island, so breathtaking and beautiful—she couldn’t look away.

“Wish I brought my camera,” she whispered.

“You’ll have six more chances while you’re here,” he replied in a hushed tone. “I take it you found everything in the kitchen okay?”

She cleared her throat, turning to face him, tearing away from the tropical sea and sun. “Yes. It’s an amazing house, and the pictures I’ve seen don’t do it justice. Your mom did a fantastic job creating the perfect relaxing getaway.”

Pride lit in his eyes. “That she did.”

“Your treehouse looks amazing, too, by the way. I barely noticed it was there.”

“As you know, it took two years to finish because of my other jobs, but it was worth it. I’d be happy to show you and Sheri.”

“I’d like that. I know Sheri will as well.”

He ran a hand through his short, sandy blond hair. The light scruff he sported was a little darker. It hid part of the scar running along the right side of his face, from a fall from his bike when he was ten years old.

Damn, the man was sexy!

“Out of all the treehouses I’ve built, it’s one of my favorites.”

She took a sip of coffee. “Your work is pretty amazing. You saying that makes me want to see it more.”

“It won’t disappoint.” He winked again, and her body warmed. “Just so you’re aware, Kade will be joining us soon. We have some business off the island so he’ll be staying here after that.”

Kade was his best friend and she didn’t mind him joining them one bit. “That’s fine,” she replied as they started to walk back to the house. “We like Kade.”

He laughed lightly. “I’ll be kicking back in my house for the day, so feel free to come by when you’ve dressed and eaten.”

She blushed lightly. Oh God, she wasn’t even wearing a bra! “Count on having company.”

“Good. And now, I shall bid you adieu.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Enjoy your day, Ms. Malone.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Abbett.”

 

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Excerpt: Ghosts of Trenton House

Here is an excerpt from Ghosts of Trenton House (Revenant Investigations, book two) for your Monday reading pleasure 🙂

 

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Oh, how Lena Tompson wished she was still at home, curled up on the couch watching Pride and Prejudice—the Colin Firth version, of course—instead of being at the Revenant Investigations office for an emergency meeting. But that wish wasn’t going to come true. When her boss, Folger, called, they all knew to come immediately. Now Knox Trenton, the once-love-of-her-life, sat in her boss’s office with his forehead creased from worry.

“I’m very sorry to drag you all here at this hour,” Knox said. “But there’s an emergency at Trenton House.”

Arabella Pierce—coworker, medium, and best friend—spoke up. “What do you mean?” Arabella asked.

Knox rubbed his eyes.

He leaked emotions—Lena could feel just how worried he was. Having grown up with and seriously dated Knox, this wasn’t normal for him. Something had to be dreadfully wrong in order for him to bleeding emotions as strongly as he was. As a high level empath he was very good at guarding himself unless he was extremely stressed or tired.

Lena reached out with her own empathy gift to search his feelings, and a brick wall slammed down.

“Nana has done something,” he replied, dread lightly imbedded in his tone.

Oh dear. When his great-grandmother did something to earn that tone of voice it normally meant another feud was brewing with someone, probably a family member. The elderly spitfire was too fiery for her own good at times. “What did Imogene do?”

“You both know the story of my great-grandmother and her twin sister, Ruth.”

“Hard to forget the story,” Arabella replied.

While the story was well known, not many knew the actual details as she and Arabella did. He’d told them in Junior High. And a hell of a story it was.

He turned to Folger. “I’m going to tell you the story, but I ask that you keep it to yourself, for your records. This is a very sensitive issue.”

Folger raised his hand. “What you tell us goes no further than this room.”

Knox sighed. “Thank you. My great aunt Ruth conjured my great grandpa Duke’s spirit when he died of a heart attack in his mid-thirties. She wanted to punish her sister for allowing him into the family and betraying her. Their father trusted Duke and had learned to love him as a son. He willed Trenton House to him and Nana. Ruth was furious with her sister for allowing such a thing, saying that she was betrayed, even though their father left her and her husband well over five hundred thousand dollars and the country house at the edge of town.” He paused, sighing. “Most of the family believes that her objection was solely about Duke’s name being put on the house. I think it’s safe to say that if it was just Nana’s name on the deed, she wouldn’t have been so vehement about the whole thing.”

Lena had been to that country house a few times—a beautiful home that sat on a lovely four acres of land. But Duke being willed Trenton House and watching it fall into his hands, even with Imogene there, was just the tip of the Trenton sister feud.

Lena had seen no real ill-will between Knox and his cousins, but their parents…well, there was a reason she never liked going to the family get-togethers. The barely veiled animosity was like ice cracking against her skin. Knox tried to shield her from most of it but the intensity was too great for him to block all of it. She tolerated the events the best she could, but admitted they’d taken a toll on her, and her view of their relationship.

“And no one knows where Ruth trapped Duke’s spirit,” Arabella said, leaning back against the couch and crossing her legs. “Ruth took that information to the grave.”     “Knox,” Folger said, “tell them what Imogene did.”

Hesitation lightly touched the air, and was clear in his dark brown eyes when he glanced at her. All thoughts of their past momentarily fled when she saw it—something was very wrong all right, and worry intensified in her gut. “Knox?”

He fidgeted in his chair, until he settled for sitting with his back completely straight, as if someone had pulled a string upward, and rested his hands on the arms of the chair.

“Nana…raided Ruth’s crypt at our family’s private cemetery and stole a necklace from her coffin.”

Lena’s mouth dropped in shock. “She did what?”

“That’s not all. When she returned to the house and tried to call her husband’s spirit to her, she ended up summoning Ruth instead.”

“Oh my God,” Arabella whispered.

Knowing what she did of Ruth—whom she’d met only once, at a birthday party shortly before her death—Lena could just imagine how the ghost was taking being summoned by her sister. Death did little to quell emotions. “What do you need us to do?”

He stood, putting his hands in his pants pockets. “I need you two to come talk to Nana and Ruth and try to calm them down before they destroy the entire house battling each other, and tear the family completely apart in the process.”

“What do you mean?” Arabella asked.

“My great uncles, Silas and Wick, are threatening to sue me and my two brothers for both the house and guardianship of Nana if we don’t deal with the situation in the next two weeks. They’re threatening to put her in the Jasmine Home for the Gifted.”

Not good, not good. The Jasmine Home was built specifically to care for elderly people with gifts, ones who couldn’t control their gifts anymore, or those who committed such an act as Knox’s great-grandmother. The home served most of coastal Maine—with other smaller homes scattered throughout the state.

Imogene would consider it a prison, and that did not bode well for those around her.

“Does Imogene know?” she asked. “What about Silas and Wick’s children?”

“I told her today. As for Silas and Wick’s children, they’ve agreed to help their fathers if Nana doesn’t undo what she’s done. All but Brendon, who’s trying to help me.”

She took a deep breath. “What do you need of us?”

His eyes softened, and for a split second she felt her heart melt, just a little.

Claimed by the Wolf Excerpt

For your Thursday reading pleasure, here is an excerpt of Claimed by the Wolf 🙂

 

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She woke to the soft crooning of Dean Martin and the heat of another body. She didn’t remember falling asleep, or being lifted back into the bed, but Katee did remember one thing—Mathias had not left her once. And he was still with her now, spooning against her with a strong arm around her. His hand around a breast and holding her against him. His skin was hot against hers, and though she was naked, she could feel that he wore pajama pants.

That made her insides all warm and gooey.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked groggily, voice thick with sleep.

“Yes. I feel like I’ve slept for days.”

“Your body?” he asked, hand not moving from her breast. He seemed rather possessive of it.

“Aches a bit, but the pain from yesterday is gone.”

His hand moved, much to her disappointment. But it didn’t leave her. He lightly caressed across her chest to her arm. Then, up and down her arm as he nuzzled her neck, which sent a wave of heat through her. She couldn’t help but press closer—from shoulders to legs.

That roaming hand settled on her hip and gripped it lightly, adjusting their position slightly, so that her ass was pressed against a distinct hardness that caused her to sigh. Goosebumps created from awareness and anticipation ran along her arms, and her wolf rose to the surface, brushing along her skin at the feel of his.

For just a moment she wondered if that was her answer—her wolf reacting to his. But the feel of his lips pressing against her neck chased the thought away.

Katee sighed, her skin warming. She turned her head to meet his gaze as he leaned over her—his blue eyes were like molten liquid, moving between human and wolf. The sight of that made her breath catch in her throat.

He lowered his head slowly, and her gaze flicked between those beautiful eyes and his lips. Her heart skipped a beat, the anticipation mounting, the heat coiling in her belly. Her wolf rolled underneath her skin, practically begging her to close the gap. But she waited, and she did that because she wanted Mathias to make the first move so that she would know he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. If he backed away, then she’d know it was because she was a new wolf.

Or, that’s what her fuzzy logic was telling her.

She let out a soft sigh as his mouth hovered just above hers, closing her eyes. The first touch of his lips sent a zap of electricity up her spine, awareness and desire mixing together. She could sense his want of her, that his wolf held back, approaching her slowly so that the human side of Mathias had first contact instead of overwhelming her with the beast.

Her wolf could sense all of that, and that strengthened her desire for him.

 

Claimed by the Wolf Excerpt

Here’s another teaser from Claimed by the Wolf ❤

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“Just breathe, Katee,” Mathias said calmly resting a hand on her thigh. “Just breathe.”

She let out a puff of air, then took a deep breath. “I hate to sound like a five-year-old, but are we there yet? Because I don’t think I can take much more of this car without crawling out of my skin.” Literally.

“We’re still about a half an hour out,” he said with regret in his tone. “I can make you more comfortable, but it requires me to brush my wolf against yours more intimately. Pulling over is an option, but as soon as you get back in the car your wolf will start up again. I will leave the choice to you.”

Again, his care and consideration warmed her body and heart. And for that reason, her answer was made simple. “You can brush your wolf against mine.” The words came out a bit softer than she’d intended, but her decision was clear all the same.

His hand on her thigh turned, and she entwined her fingers with his. Almost instantly, the contact made it easier to breathe, though the scratching underneath her skin persisted.

“If you feel uncomfortable with what I’m about to do, tell me and I’ll stop. You can keep my hand in yours for as long as possible, though.”

“I will let you know if I need you to stop.”

He gave a nod, eyes back on the road.

She worried for a moment that what he was about to do would distract him from driving, but that thought was chased away when she realized that he wouldn’t have offered if that were that case. He’s practically an alpha—he’s probably done this several times.

His scent grew stronger—the woodsy aroma enveloped her senses, calming the itching somewhat. His power washed over her soon after, a light weight that sank into her skin and then spread throughout her body. Her wolf settled down, and she nearly melted into the seat as her body relaxed. She was so content after a moment that she almost sighed in relief. The growing wolf in her rolled through her, making her stomach flip-flop. She was certain that if she were in wolf form she would have brushed her back along the neck of his wolf, rubbing her scent against his.

That image sent a rush of heat through her, and she squeezed his hand as she fought the urge to moan.

“Do you want me to pull away?” he asked, voice slightly husky, which didn’t help her situation.

“No,” she replied, and she noted how her voice echoed that same huskiness. “Just give me a moment to adjust to you being so close.”

She forced herself to concentrate on the calmness he’d created, and that the scratching had ceased. After a few moments, her body once again relaxed, and the coiling heat eased back enough that it wasn’t overwhelming.

Opening her eyes, she looked over at Mathias and met his gaze briefly. His wolf echoed through his eyes, but instead of causing her body to clench, the sight made her feel safe.

“Thank you, Mathias,” she said, voice normal again though soft.

“Whatever you need, Katee.”

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Thursday Teaser

Here is an excerpt from Son of Thunder 🙂

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copyright@ Libby Bishop 2016

The thunder boomed, rattling the windows and pots and pans of her home in the Adirondacks of New York. Liv was certain at any moment the glass would implode. Normally, she found thunderstorms beautiful—the power breathtaking, the lightning mesmerizing—but this storm wasridiculous.

Turning back to the paperwork in her lap, she studied the original police report of the murder. She’d read it about ten times in the last two days, which truly wasn’t necessary as she had the damn thing memorized. Solving her best friend’s murder—a cold case for six years—was her mission in life. Every year on the anniversary of the death, she took a two-week vacation from her job at the FBI, burying herself in case files, photos, and evidence…or rather, lack of evidence.

Something compelled her to read the file over and over again, as if a new clue would jump out at her. Deep down she knew going over the file time and time again wouldn’t change the fact there was no biological evidence—even though it was clear that Soosie had been brutally victimized—and it wouldn’t tell them if they were dealing with a human or a god.

The emotions she’d felt in the days following Soosie’s death still very much lingered, hitting her as strongly as a punch in the gut. At times it seemed the feelings hadn’t faded at all, though some of that was due to not having brought the killer to justice. She remembered, quite clearly, the day she’d fallen apart and allowed herself to feel the full weight of grief. As if it were yesterday…

 

She barely remembered how to breathe, the weight of loss so deep it etched into her bones. She didn’t want to eat, and sleep was near impossible. Burying her best friend had taken a piece of her soul that would never be returned.

“Liv Agda Winter, you need to sleep.”

Looking toward the doorway from the porch swing, she watched her close friend—and work partner—as he walked toward her, taking a seat and putting his arm around her shoulders. He’d been there from the beginning, leading the investigation when she was too broken to deal with it.

“When I close my eyes all I see is her torn and broken body tied to those trees.” She sniffled, and he held her closer. “Granted, I see it when I’m awake, too, but when I sleep it’s more…vivid.” Fresh tears filled her eyes, and raw grief caught in her throat as the images flashed, taking her ability to speak.

Every sound, every piece of scenery, would be etched in her mind forever. The loss of Soosie had forever and irrevocably changed the course of her life.

“It’s all right, sweetheart,” he soothed, rubbing his hand up and down her bicep gently. “You’re going to get through this. I’m going to get you through this. So you go ahead and cry, scream, collapse in grief—I’ll be right here to catch you.”

“I don’t know how to deal with this,” she said.

His grip tightened again. “First, you fall apart, you feel the loss. Then, once you’ve taken the time to do that, you get up, you get dressed, and you use that pain to hunt the son-of-a-bitch down so the monster can’t hurt anyone else.”

She inhaled deeply then shakily exhaled. “But first…I feel it.”

“But first you feel it.”

With him holding her tightly, she let the tears roll unchecked. A soft, mournful cry left her as a fresh wave of grief rolled through her, heavy sobs soon following…

 

The fact that she’d not fulfilled that promise ate at her daily, but she’d learned to use that guilt as fuel during other cases.

Closing the file, she sighed. “Time to get some sleep.”

She ran her hand over the folder once then set it on the nightstand, placing her phone on top of it. She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, though she doubted true sleep would take her anytime soon—grief robbed that from her when it stripped her of her best friend.

“Good night, Soosie,” she whispered, then curled up under the covers.

Rune still couldn’t believe his ears. Two days after the ruling, and he was still unable to grasp his punishment. And now, after hearing it for a third time, all he could do was stare at his great-grandfather Odin in disbelief. How could this be happening? How could the All-Father make this decision based on the evidence?

“I am truly sorry, Rune,” Odin said as they stood near the Gate. “But this is the only way to deal with this situation.”

Rune’s eyes widened, and something in him snapped at those last words. Anger gripped him, raw and fiery. “Only answer? Reign butchered my closest friend, and he has no remorse for it. Nor does he care that they’d been friends for centuries! Not one of you—not you, Thor, or my father—has done a damn thing to treat Reign’s anger and lust for violence, for blood. The punishments given to him over the years have only strengthened those emotions in him because you only seek to punish him for the deed done. I’ve told you all, since Reign and I were in our first century of life, that you need to focus on why he does what he does, not the deed.”

“Rune—”

“And you have the nerve to banish me from Asgard after seeing what he did. What justifies this sentence?” he demanded, his gaze locked to Odin’s. “What justifies sending me to Earth and not allowing me back home until I’ve redeemed myself for something that was a defensible reaction?”

And how could his grandfather, Thor, and his own father, have agreed to it? Nothing about it made sense. What his brother had done was wrong, unprovoked, and beyond monstrous. Yet Rune found himself the one being chastised.

The patient expression on Odin’s face did nothing to quell his anger or his sorrow for his fallen friend. But Rune waited for the All-Father to speak, to explain himself, his actions.

“While your reaction to Reign’s deed is understandable, I find your nearly beating him to death to be worrisome. You are the levelheaded one, the honorable one at all turns, so it bothers me greatly that you could have almost killed your own brother.” Odin looked away a moment, then back, his brow knitted. “Despite your valid arguments, my judgment still stands—you are to be banished to Earth until you redeem yourself for this bloody, uncharacteristic deed.”

Shaking his head, Rune spread his arms out then dropped them to his sides in exasperation. “That answers none of my questions. This punishment still makes no sense.”

Odin held his head high, hands clasped behind his back.

The conversation was over. He would get nothing more from the god in front of him. He squared his shoulders, swallowing his anger and confusion. “Very well. I do not accept this chastisement, but I will take it all the same, as you’ve given me no other choice. Make no mistake—I will return very soon, as I have no intention of letting Reign harm those I care for in retaliation.”

Odin nodded once. “Reign will be watched closely. You can trust in that.”

But Rune didn’t trust in that. If his brother wanted retaliation, his brother would get it, unless he was locked away and allowed no visitors. That hadn’t happened yet—four days after the killing, and Reign was still free of consequence. His other friends were in great danger…and Odin seemed rather cavalier about it, which only strengthened his resolve to get home as soon as possible.

“Once you pass through the Gate, you will have to earn your right to be near humans. This will not be easy on you and for that I am sorry. But it’s the way I’ve done things since I took the throne—you being my blood changes nothing.”

“I understand that.”

“Good-bye, Rune.”

“All-Father,” he replied, then walked into the Gate.

He’d never fallen so fast through the Gate—everything was blurred, and a buzzing penetrated his mind like a sharp, jagged knife. Was this part of the punishment for nearly killing his twin brother? Odin hadn’t told him where he would be sent; Rune just hoped the pain would stop once he got there.

A bright light jetted toward him from the end of the tunnel, blinding him. Nausea swam through him as he broke through the barrier into the realm of Earth. A few seconds later he impacted with something soft, and sank down a few inches.

A woman’s scream broke through his haze.

A fist to the side of his face brought him abruptly back to himself. The power behind it rattled his brain as he fell sideways onto a hard floor.

“Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my room?” She didn’t sound as scared as much as strong-willed, something he was used to in both humans and goddesses.

He started to stand, but the click of a gun made him slow his actions. “I am not here to harm you, my lady.”

Turning to face the person he landed on, he was slightly taken aback by the tall, curvy, red-haired beauty. She stood straight, her gun aimed at his forehead. The bullet wouldn’t kill him, but it would take a healer of the gods to make him right and restore his mind.

She narrowed her eyes. “Who are you?”

He bowed his head then met her sea-blue eyes. “I am Rune, grandson of Thor.”

She huffed out a sigh, lowering her weapon. But he could clearly see that she’d pull the trigger before he could conjure whatever power his great-grandfather Odin had left him.

“The Son of Thunder? Are you friggin’ kidding me?”

“No,” he replied, not surprised that she’d used the nickname given to him by humans centuries back.

“What are you doing here?”

“Odin sent me to Earth as punishment, and I cannot return home until I’ve redeemed myself.”

She put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow. “And that has what to do with me?”

He answered, “I don’t know. The journey through the Gate was harsher and faster than I’ve ever experienced. I should have landed miles from any human—that’s what I understood from Odin.”

“How so?”

Persistent. She showed no fear toward him and kept her eyes on him, watching his slightest twitch like a predator. And the way she held the gun loosely, but firmly, ready to fire at a moment’s notice…he’d bet good money on her being law enforcement.

“He told me, quite clearly, that when I entered the Gate I would have to earn the right to be near humans and redeem myself. The hundreds of times I’ve heard him say that, those he punished were sent to the most desolate places on Earth.”

Her eyebrows rose. “So, you don’t know where you are?”

“No.”

She nodded, clicking the safety back on the gun. She was a beautiful woman, her hair a tangled mess, her legs long, her porcelain skin smooth save a scar on the right side from her temple to her jaw then over to the left side of her mouth, like an L.

What gave you that scar?

“You are in the Adirondacks, in New York. The middle of nowhere, though not what one would call desolate. But you landed in my second home, a cabin in the woods.”

“The nearest neighbor—”

“Is a half hour away in pretty much all directions.”

Rune was confused at this turn of events, as Odin never made this kind of mistake…to his knowledge, anyway. How had he ended up in this woman’s home?

“I’m sorry, but you can’t stay here. I’m…” She trailed off, taking a deep breath. “I can’t have company right now. That said, it is the middle of the night. You can sleep on the couch, but tomorrow you’ll have to find another place to lodge.”

“I apologize for the intrusion.”

“Thank you. Follow me.”

He followed her out of her bedroom, enjoying the view as they walked. A scent lingered behind her, something crisp like an autumn morning. Intoxicating.

“It’s pretty comfy to sleep on, but you’re about six inches too tall to really fit,” she said as they stopped near the couch.

A blanket was folded at the other end of the couch, a pillow atop it. “Do you have company coming?”

“No. I slept on it the other night,” she replied, not elaborating. “The bathroom is on the other side of the kitchen, through the laundry room. There’s a nightlight on in there.”

He briefly looked over at the kitchen, seeing the soft light emanating from the bathroom.

“Good night, Rune. Sleep well.”

As she turned to go, he realized she knew something about him that he didn’t about her. “My lady?”

She turned to him. “Yes?”

“What is your name?”

Her shoulders relaxed.

“Liv. My name is Liv Winter.”

Beautiful name. “Good night, Liv.”

She gave a nod and then continued to her bedroom.

He was fairly certain his sleep would be filled with her scent and image. Someone had certainly done well when they’d made Liv Winter.

 

Son of Thunder Snippet

Hello 🙂 I’m very excited about the release of Son of Thunder this coming Monday, the 25th! So excited that I’m going to share a snippet with you 😀

copyright@ Libby Bishop 2016

She walked into the room just as he set the last bowl on the table. He pulled a chair out for her and waved a hand over the food—roasted chicken, potatoes, and carrots, as well as a large salad. “This was all I had to work with.” He folded his arms, smirking a bit. “You’ve never had it like I’ve made it.”

She raised an eyebrow as she took a seat, seemingly unmoved. “I’ve had this meal a thousand times,” she said, putting the napkin on her lap. “It certainly smells delicious, but what makes you think it’ll be different this time?”

He winked, taking his seat. “Try it, then tell me what’s different.”

His words were meant as a challenge, and she smiled as she picked up her knife and fork. “All right, Rune. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

He waited patiently as she started with a carrot, then a potato. All she gave him was a “Hmm,” then she cut a piece of chicken. He was hoping for more of a reaction, and frowned as she ate the chicken without so much as a glimmer of what she was thinking, or how good he damn well knew the food was.

She appeared to be completely unimpressed.

He growled, angry at her non-reaction. How dare she insult his cooking in such a way? He prided himself on his ability to make women practically fall on their knees in front of him just from one bite of food. He shoved the chair back and stood, pointing a finger at her, but stopped when she giggled.

“Sweet Odin, Viking—you are touchy.”

“I dare you to defy how good that is. Dare you.”

“Oooh, a tantrum from a god.” She rolled her eyes. She picked up two carrots with her fork and lifted them to her mouth, but paused before eating them. “How original.”

That did it. “Woman, don’t test me—I’m a god, and you’ll lose.”

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