I hunt his kind, but he swears he's on my side. Thor is at my back, guiding me through the crowd, his hand pressing intimately against my spine and his breath brushing my cheek. We're here to stop a crazy Aztec god, but we can't see him. He's hiding behind magic and the men whose minds he's taken. The men raise their guns, aiming for their target. I act without thinking, dropping my enchanted claws as I rush toward them. I strike. The shots go wide. My momentum carries me forward... straight into a solid chest. Arms wrap around me as I stare up into a pair of deadly, crimson eyes. My will seeps away, becoming his. The last thing I hear is Thor shouting my name. I never should have listened to that damn Viking. Immortals walk the streets beside us. They call themselves Gods, but they're not. They're shapeshifters and enchanters. Thieves, manipulators, and murderers. And they're at war... over us. Vervain Lavine has been hunting them; one woman against the Gods. Yeah, the odds were against her. Until he showed up. The Thunder God of the Vikings just swaggered into her life; muscles straining his leather shirt, eyes sparking with magic, and a sexy smile spreading across his face. Things are about to get very complicated for the Godhunter.