Odin, the father of the Norse Gods, has a dilemma. Does he let an honorable soldier languish in the halls of Valhalla to await Ragnorak or use him to further his own personal needs?
Jordan Michaels doesn’t know who her father is, and she doesn’t care. In fact, all she wants is to find her missing sister Bridget and discover why her mother is hiding the fact she’s taken a lover.
Fed up with politicians sending him to foreign soil where wars never seem to end, Ryan Connors leaves military service to help victims closer to home. When he finds himself inexplicably heading toward a little town in the middle of nowhere he finds a mission he’s more than ready to jump into.
Can Ryan help Jordan find her kidnapped sister and convince her to take a chance on love or will Odin demand he sacrifice his life to bring Bridget home?
Ryan’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt at his first glimpse of Castleview. If he didn’t know better, he’d have thought he stepped back in time. Main Street, USA was alive and kicking here.
On one side of the street a one-pump service station sat next to a penny candy store and an old-fashioned pharmacy. Across the street from there, was an honest-to-god malt shop sandwiched between a barbershop and a beauty salon. And in the distance he could see at least three church steeples. “Welcome to Mayberry.”
Squealing breaks followed by a hard jolt and screeching metal quickly snatched his attention back to the road and not the local architecture.
“Dammit.” This was just not his day. First the cop felt him up and now his engine was practically sitting in someone else’s back seat.
And just his luck, the cop who’d frisked him earlier had witnessed the whole thing and was already stepping out if his vehicle, ticket pad in hand.
No sense sitting in his car. He needed to make sure he hadn’t injured the other driver when he rear-ended them.
Ignoring the gaping deputy, Ryan rushed to the other car, but from the looks of things his little car had taken the worst of the damage. The Volvo didn’t look to have a scratch.
The driver of the other car slowly opened their door and he thought for sure some little old lady had whiplash now because he’d been gawking at the quaint buildings. That thought quickly flew out of his mind when a goddess stepped out of the car.
The air left his lungs in a rush and a hard-on the size of a Louisville Slugger filled his pants. God, she had the clearest sapphire eyes he’d ever seen. Short black curls framed her pixyish face, and rush red lips Angelina Jolie would be envious of, completed the stunning package.
And the rest of her, though on the tiny side, was absolutely perfect. Even beneath her parka he could see the outline of her lush breasts and diamond hard nipples.
He wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his pants and approached her like he would a skittish horse about to be mounted for the first time. And boy, would he like to mount her.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You idiot! Why don’t you watch where you’re going?”
That did it. She may look like a goddess but she sounded like a termagant. And he’d had about all he could take today.
“Look, lady, what were you doing stopping in the middle of the damn road? I don’t see a stop sign or a traffic signal anywhere around here.”
“Maybe I should have just ran that little boy and his ball over then so you could watch that . . . that plastic boobed hussy running down the road?”
“What hussy? For Christ’s sake, lady, I was looking at the buildings not some bouncing bimbo.”
She snorted. “Like I believe that. You’re a man, aren’t you?”
“I’ll show you just what this man can do.” He stepped forward and inhaled her enticing scent. His cock jerked in his pants at the idea of forcing her to submit to him.
A voice he thought he’d heard the last of quickly stopped him in his tracks. “That does it. You both are under arrest for disturbing the peace.”
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