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Power. Family. Loyalty.
Power, Family, and Loyalty: The coveted three can join a shifter and Valkyrie in love or tear them apart forever.
Tied to a tree in the midst of thieves, the Valkyrie Skogul wakes without memory of who she is or of the man she once loved. Using curiously deadly skills, she escapes. Injured and exhausted, a wolf befriends her and leads her to a house where the hunky owner's eyes look strangely familiar.
Aidan Hall, former guardian of Hell's Gate, doesn’t trust anyone. So when a beautiful amnesia victim he’s never met appears at his door, why does he feel a connection? Who and what he is will keep them apart. But when dark magik shows up in his woods, his guard intensifies. Is it Skogul or someone else?
“I’m practicing. Training to protect myself.”
She tilted her head from left to right, getting the cramping kinks out of her neck. “I think I may have been in the military. Or FBI. CIA. Some job where I, ah...”
“What?” He took hold of her arm, which limply held the stick at her side.
“Assassinated people,” she whispered, not truly wanting the thought to be real.
He dropped his hand. At his evaluation, the previous happy tingles in her blood stream chilled her. He’d think less of her, and imagining falling from her pedestal made her want to cry.
Their gazes held. He grinned. Her heart rate increased as he walked around her. “I don’t believe you’re an assassin and certainly not a murderer. You couldn’t be someone who gets paid to kill prominent people.”
She kept her gaze on him, hoping to see his expression. He stopped in front of the scarecrow and picked a few loose hanging bits. He’d come full circle and stood nose to nose with her. “When you described the man attacking you, you didn’t say you killed him, and under the circumstances you should have. Also, you know as much about politics as you do shopping.”
Relief flooded her, bringing tears to cloud her vision. The short sharp breaths and pounding from her chest slowed. She slouched. “Whew, that makes me feel better, except I believe—I know—I’ve worked with dead people.”