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

"Damn,"I backed up along the chain-link fence which ran down one side of the parking lot. It wasn't the best idea to retreat; everyone knows it's a sign of fear and fear was like candy for werewolves. "Not another one,"I groaned as I forced my legs to stop and stand their ground.


I took a quick look around me. The lot was full of cars but thankfully empty of people. How long had the wolf been watching me from the bushes; waiting for the right moment to strike? A chill went down my spine as I realized how pathetic my senses were compared to those of a true predator. I had completely underestimated my enemy again. This was becoming a habit; the kind of habit that could kill me.


Chapter 48