Amy Sumida is the Internationally Acclaimed author of the Award-Winning Godhunter Series, the fantasy paranormal Twilight Court Series, the Beyond the Godhunter Series, the music-oriented paranormal Spellsinger Series, the superhero Spectra Series, and several short stories. Her books have been translated into several languages, have won numerous awards, and are bestsellers. She believes in empowering women through her writing as well as providing everyone with a great escape from reality. Her stories are full of strong women and hot gods, shapeshifters, vampires, dragons, fairies, gargoyles... pretty much any type of supernatural, breathtakingly gorgeous man you can think of. Because why have normal when you could have paranormal?
Born and raised in Hawaii, Amy made a perilous journey across the ocean with six cats to settle in the beautiful state of Oregon which reminds her a lot of Hawaii but without the cockroaches or evil sand. When she isn't trying to type fast enough to get down everything the voices in her head are saying while her kitties try to sabotage her with cuteness, she enjoys painting on canvases, walls, and anything else that will sit still long enough for the paint to dry. She prefers antiques to modern furniture, tea to coffee, night to day, and Tom Hardy to Tom Hiddleston. No; Tom Hiddleston to Tom Hardy. No, wait... Tom Hardy and Tom Hiddleston to Tom Cruise. Yes, that's it.


I hunt his kind, but he wants my help.
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 and rushing forward. 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 beautiful, 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 Viking.


Godhunter

I was home, on the beach at midnight, and there was lightning dancing on the waves.


I loved storms and the sight of all that power spread out before me was both humbling and intoxicating. I wasn't even cold; thick arms held me to a chest radiating heat. Long hair trailed down from above and hung around me like a comforting cloak. I sighed and snuggled deeper into the embrace.


"Vervain,"a voice tickled my ear. "I need you to listen and remember what I say."


I knew that voice, but I couldn't place it. I turned my head to look up at the speaker, but all I could make out was the flash of lightning in his eyes. The darkness swallowed everything else.


"I'll remember,"I said and reached out to touch his face. Maybe if I could feel him, I'd figure out who he was.


He took my hand and pressed it to his lips. "You're trapped, Vervain. There's only one place to trace in and out of Huitzilopochtli's home without his help. You must leave where you came in. Do you understand me?"


Chapter 22