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

"Miss V!"Jackson exclaimed as I walked up to the table. "Where you been, shug?"He drew out the endearment with a hint of New Orleans, so the shortened sugar came out sounding like shu-u-ug.


"Fighting Gods."I laughed and hugged him. "Oh, and one werewolf."


"You're never satisfied with the normal are you?"Jackson's boyfriend, Tristan, stood up to hug me next. "The rest of us just have demons to slay, but you get Gods. I wanna live in your world."


"No, you don't; trust me."I loved teasing the boys with the truth because even though they assumed it was just fun fiction, there were times when they got a sharp look in their eyes, and I knew they suspected it wasn't so fictional.


"Gods or demons"-Jackson sent me a penetrating look—"we've missed you. You should spare some time for us mere mortals."


"Hot stuff, you ain't a mere anything,"I settled down into my seat and picked up my menu.


Chapter 47