Now Available: Renegade Valkyrie (Valhalla’s Curse Book One)

She’s an angel of death, but her life is in danger.

Soleil is a Valkyrie, cursed to obey the laws of Valhalla—laws she’s been skirting for centuries. But when she uses her sword to protect a friend rather than to eliminate her assigned target, she crosses that fine line. Now her species is coming for her. Compounding problems, she’s also in the crosshairs of a powerful, vindictive witch who wants retribution for the murder of her sister.

It’s the worst possible time for her emotions to surface, so of course they do. While dealing with danger, she struggles with moving past the death of her fiancé and budding feelings for her best friend, Titan. Soleil already stays away from her former pack to protect them, now she feels she should leave Titan, too, to keep him safe. But she can’t bear to do it.

Now she’s put him in danger, as well as some of her old allies and new friends. It would be in everyone’s best interest if she ran. But she can’t. She won’t. And her fate comes down to an epic battle between supernatural forces—a battle she’s ill-equipped to win.

Excerpt

Time to stay in the present. I throw myself onto the dance floor and give everything to the song, trying to forget that everyone I danced with to this back in the day is now in their fifties, or dead.

So goes the life of an immortal. Most everyone else grows older and dies. That’s one reason I like my new best friend. Titan may be a trickster, but he isn’t getting any older. Everyone else around us will eventually settle down and have families. Then when their kids are old enough to come dance here, Titan and I will be here to teach them some new moves.

A soft but firm hand rests on my bare shoulder.

I turn and find a beautiful woman in a flowing, floor-length black dress. Her brunette tresses reach her elbows, and her blazing brown eyes lock with mine. Seems like she wants something.

“Want to dance?” I ask.

Her gorgeous face contorts to a scowl, and she’s still stunning. “I’m not here to dance, Soleil.”

I stop dancing, and concern pricks me as I study her. She knows my name. She’s unusually alluring. Magic emanates from her—so strong it sends a shiver down my spine.

She’s a witch. And based on her glare, not a friendly one.

“What do you want?”

“You killed my sister. I want your blood.”

“What, like a drop for a spell?”

Her nostrils flare and her full, perfect lips thin as her mouth forms a straight line. “I’m here to kill you.”

“Why not take me by surprise?”

She steps closer. “Because I want you to know why you’re dying.”

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