Kindle Edition Amazon Category:  Action/Thriller Publisher: Love Match Digital ISBN-10:  B00RFWM4BO Type: Fiction Pages: 420 Copyright: December 2014 Lior Wolverton, a god of Asgard, comes to earth to kill a future threat to Odin's realm. Her name is Asra. One look at her breathtaking beauty and he knows he is doomed to fail.  He is Lior Wolverton, a Lycan god of Asgard.  Odin sends him on a mission to the realm of the mortals to kill a future threat to Asgard. Her name is Asra.  One look at this breathtakingly beautiful half-Elf half-human and Lior cannot control his desire to claim her. Instead of killing her, he hides her in the Kingdom of the Dark Elves. He decides to remain in the mortal world as a self-punishment for breaking his warrior code.  Asra wakes up from a deep slumber. She finds out that she has been asleep for two hundred years. It is now the twenty-first century and she's no longer the princess of the mighty MacLeod clan of Scotland but a prisoner of the very man she hates with every fiber of her being, the man who broke her heart.  Lior is now a billionaire living in the UK, dwelling with the mortals while keeping his pack of Lycans together. It is a different time and the balance of power has shifted. Odin summons him again to do a mission. This is his chance to redeem his old place in Asgard, but he has to deliver Asra to Odin at all costs.  The survival of his Lycan race depends on it.  Excerpt Lior shoved the general out of his way and kicked the big door open. Inside, he found the woman sitting in her father’s throne. She gasped loudly, eyes wide in shock. But she quickly recovered. “How dare you barge in here like a savage?! Don’t you know how to knock?” Lior stared on her. Her anger only enhanced the glow of her emerald eyes. She looked even more beautiful than last night. Ignoring her fury, he studied her whole body. Her yellow hair was braided in two, hanging on both her shoulders and the green headband she wore matched the color of her low-collared gown. He swallowed as she stared at the deep valley on her chest created by her generous breasts pressed together by the tight bodice of her dress. The image of her puckered red nipples came back to him. His mouth watered. He wanted to suck— Holy Odin! What was happening to him? This must stop at once. He was a god. No humans, no matter how beautiful she looked, could be worthy of him. He stood before her and acted like the god that he was. “I’ve not much time to waste, woman.” Her eyes opened wider, obviously not liking what he said. “You think you’re wasting your time on me?” Before he could answer, Garr nudged his elbow. “Kneel.” Lior’s brows furrowed. “What?” “Kneel and treat her with respect. You’re in her territory.” Lior was appalled of the idea. He couldn’t even kneel before the gods, except Odin of course, and now Garr would expect him to kneel before this human? This female mortal? Suddenly, Garr hit the back of his knee. He fell to the floor on his knees. “Bloody Hell!” He quickly pressed his palm over his wounded rib as it throbbed painfully from the impact of his fall. His fingers were itching to squeeze this bastard’s neck and watch his eyes pop out until he took his last desperate breath. “What the hell did you hit me with?” he growled in between heavy gasps. “Something that I’ve been working on.” Garr rubbed his chin while staring down at him. “So far so good. However, the materials I used are scarce in this region.” “Are you creating a weapon to enable these humans to kill our race? Bloody fool!” “What in the world are you two talking about?” the woman asked, silencing them both as they turned to look at her. When they did not answer, she continued. “Leave us, Garr. I need to talk with the prisoner privately.” Garr nodded and leaned down to whisper in Lior’s ear. “I don’t know why you’re here, lord Lior, but I warn you, we have risked our lives to protect the Miss. Should you do anything to her, you will never make it back to Asgard. Nothing could scare Lior, and he didn’t take well to threats, especially from a Lycan who used to serve him, but Garr’s words rang with real warning. What had happened? Why should these Lycans risk their lives protecting this woman? “You think I am capable of hurting a woman?” Garr sneered. “I haven’t seen you in a long time. Who knows what filth the Asgardians have filled your head?” Garr stood straight and left. Lior’s eyes followed him until he shut the door closed. When he looked back at woman, he found her holding back a smile while staring at him. That smile. So alluring- Damnation! “That kilt suits you well,” she said. “You look better in it than my father does.” Double damnation. “But you look better without anything on.” He was a god who had fucked his way to all corners of Asgard. He had no modesty with women. But her bold compliments made him warm all over. Her boldness surprised him. He stared at her. This woman knew how to flirt. “Should I say the same to you?” She stood up and approached him. He started to rise, as well. “Don’t move,” she interrupted. “Stay right there.” His brows wrinkled. “What for?” Slowly, she circled him, until the scent of her sweet perfume reached his nostrils. He knew she was seducing him. He must remain unaffected, but to his dismay, his flesh was rising fast again. If this didn’t stop, he might eat his own words of refusing any intimate contact with a human. Just the thought of it chilled him with loathsomeness, yet at the same time stirred his Lycan blood like it did during full moon. He should just wring her lovely neck right now and be done with it. “Garr said your name is Lior, and that you are a brave warrior.” He looked up to her. He hated this position. He’d never looked up at a woman before. “I didn’t expect my former general to spread gossip. What else did he tell you?” “Nothing more. That man speaks very few words.” “So, what is it that you wanted to see me for?” “I want to negotiate for your freedom.” “Negotiate? You’re imprisoning me without due cause. You must release me at once.” “No due cause? You were peeking at me.” “I was there first to cleanse myself after I was attacked by wild boars. I hid when I heard you coming.” She laughed. “There are no wild boars in Scotland, not even wolves. They had been hunted to extinction two hundred years ago.” He did not know that. Such a shame that she caught him lying. “So what was it that attacked me?” “Perhaps your own lies?” He smirked. “You’ve seen my clothes ripped into pieces. Explain that.” For a moment, she was quiet, thinking. “I am the Chief’s daughter. They’d believe whatever I would say. If I said you were peeking at me, then that’s the truth. So, whether you like it or not, you and I must come up with a deal to secure your freedom.” Lior sighed. “What do you want?” “It’s easy.” She smiled and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Marry me.” Did he hear that right? He stared at her. “What?!” he barked when he’d recovered from his shock. Him? A god? Marry a human? Had the world gone mad? “You insult me, mortal. Why should a god marry a lowly human like you?” She gasped. “You dare say no to me?!” she yelled. He stood up, towering over her, his patience, at an end. “And you dare ask me to marry you!” He bored down on her in all his affronted godliness. “It’s an order! You’re just a commoner. I am the heiress of Dunvegan. You should be honored. And don’t you stand up before me! Get back on your knees!” “I am a god and I do not kneel before anybody, least of all a mere human like you.” “God?!” she scorned. “You don’t even have your own clothes! That kilt you’re wearing is mine!” “Is it?” He unfastened the skirt. “Here. Take it back. I’d rather be naked than humble myself in gratitude over a stupid skirt!” She screamed and looked away as he pulled the kilt off his waist. “How dare you! Cover yourself! You’re in the presence of the future dame of Dunvegan!” “I don’t care who you are and I don’t need this pesky skirt of yours!” As though she had forgotten that he was naked, she returned his stare with greater outrage. But before she could argue, he threw the kilt over her face. She threw it back at him. “Pompous prick! Cover yourself!” “I refuse to do so.” “If you’re even a bit of a gentleman, you will!” He felt amused at the way she tried to avoid glancing at his manhood. He looked down and realized his cock had fully erected. “What about it? You’ve seen all of me.” “I have not!” she denied vehemently. “You touched my cock last night. Do not deny it.” Horrified at his bluntness, she met his hard gaze. “You don’t talk to the Chief’s daughter that way!” He smirked. “Did you?” “I never even went to your cell,” she said stiffly. “They saw you.” “Big mouthed guards,” she murmured. He picked up the skirt and wrapped it back around his waist. “You do not treat a god that way, future Dame of MacLeod. You must not touch me without my permission, especially that you are a human.” “Where in hell do you think you come from? And call me Miss Asra, the heir apparent of MacLeod.” Asra. So, that was her name. “Whoever you are, I couldn’t care less. I don’t pay respect to humans.” “Arrogant fool! I’ll make sure you rot in prison! No, not in prison! I will have you executed! I swear!” “Just you try,” he dared. She was breathing hard, her eyes flaring in anger. He wondered whether she’d slap him or burst into tears and scream just as how his lover, Var, would every time she couldn’t get what she wanted. She chose the latter. Holy gods! Her shrieks were breaking his ears as she ranted and threw him nasty words that humans used to insult. Goddesses and mortal women were alike in some ways. They could be as brats as they could be. “Guards!” she screamed. “Arrest this man! Take him to the execution chamber and I’ll personally cut his head off!” The door flew open. He was expecting to see Garr, but another man came in. He wore the same kilt as he had, and looking at the accessories wrapped around his shoulders and his waist, he knew this man held an authority over this castle. This could be the Chief—the MacLeod of clan MacLeod.

Captivating and Riveting
Lior Wolverton and Asra .... A very hot and arrogant Alpha and a spunky and fiery heroine .... A combustible combination that just waiting to happen and a love that sneak upon to them without realizing it until it was tested and the hero has to sacrifice everything......awesome read worth every penny and more....

5 Stars
Warrior of the Moon is amongst the best mythos-based stories I have read. It was pretty much researched out, thought over critically, and lined up in such a way that I could only imagine Ms G's migraines rolling and rolling in the conception of the prose. ^^,

Lior and Asra had a complicated relationship made even more complicated by the gods, people, and creatures around them. Theirs was a love story that lived through centuries and would last `til eternity.

I lost a hell lot of sleep over reading the book but it was one helluva worthy read!I super loved it! If the 5-stars isn't enough to express my love, then I would some more! LOL. It had a complete mix of a legendary background, edge-of-the-seat-grabbing plots and twists, lovable characters, and tasty love scenes that made my head swim in so much heat.

And Bran... oh my, crazy BRAN! One of the oldest immortal. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! I just want to grab him out and make him mine! I look forward to having more of the adorably infuriating Vampire. Hahaha!

5 Stars
I did expect this book to be an action packed and sizzling hot but I never expected it to be as highly entertaining as it was. The clashing of a lycan's arrogance and an elf's fiestiness was just a fun,fun, fun read from first page to the last. The wide imagination of the writer was just so awesome that she was able to inter-connects different dimensions and elements with clarity, distinctiveness and high definition. You'll never get lost who is who, where is where and which is which even though the names of places and characters are all new. She also managed to maintain the humor and hilarity through out the story which gave more appeal into it. I just so love Bran and how he can't seem to shut his mouth even in just a bit ( Did he happen to swallow a transistor radio sometime in his vampire life? lol!) Ok, enough of Bran *he'll get his own story in the future for sure anyway.

This book obviously was a very well researched and a well written one. Lior's struggle from being torn between his warrior heart and romantic heart was very well executed. I could feel the tag-of-war that's happening in his mind while he's trying to do something to save his kingdom and keep the girl he love alive at the same time. It was some sort of metaphorical story for me, a warrior who found his sweetest downfall and yet in the end his sweetest downfall was the one who unleashed the power within him that he thought it would never gonna happen anymore. In real life, men find their sweetest downfall when they fall in love. It could make or break them but the bottom line as they say is behind any man success is a woman.