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

"Vervain, where have you been?"Thor asked as I lurched through the door. "What the hell happened? Teharon!"He caught me just as I was about to fall.


"I'll be okay."I smiled weakly. "It's just a little bite."


"A little bite?"Thor carried me to the bed before shouting again, "Teharon!"


"I'm here."The Indian walked in with his perfect forehead creased into lines. "What's the problem? Ah."His gaze fell on me. "Trouble again, Godhunter?"


"When is she not in trouble?"Thor grumbled.


"Thanks, babe; really helpful."I grimaced when he untied the torn sleeve from my shoulder.


Teharon gently nudged Thor aside and came up to inspect the damage carefully. He made some pensive sounds as he prodded lightly. I hissed; sharp pain streaking through the numbness that had been taking over. Teharon frowned and held up a hand when Thor started to move forward.


"Give me space."Teharon touched the edges of the nasty wound.


Chapter 49