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Rune is the grandson of Thor, and just as strong. Exiled to the realm of Earth for nearly killing his brother–it was a little misunderstanding– he has to find a way to redeem himself so he can get back to Asgard. And when he lands—literally—in the bed of a fiery redhead with an FBI badge, he realizes that she may be the key to going home. But helping Liv hunt a killer has one big consequence—chemistry. He can’t keep his hands off her, and there’s no way they can ever be together.
Six years ago, FBI Special Agent Liv Winter’s best friend was murdered. Since then, she’s taken a two-week vacation around the anniversary of the death to try and solve the case. She’s used every available resource. Yet, her friend’s killer is still on the loose. She refuses to give up—willing to do almost anything to bring the person to justice.
Apparently, almost anything includes trusting a god. And while she might need Rune’s help with her case, there’s no way she’ll ever trust him with her heart.
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.”
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 be 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?”
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 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.