The Wolf’s Lover, my urban fantasy romance with wildlife biologist Karen McDonald and Loki’s son Vali, comes out next month!
If you just can’t wait, here’s a little sneak peek with everyone’s favorite Norse god…
(This scene takes place slightly after the sneak peek I posted last year.)
The Wolf’s Lover Sneak Peek
“Okay,” I said, taking a deep breath. “So there’s a dragon in the roots of the World Tree. But what’s it doing here? In Montana?”
“This is an odd place,” said Loki, rolling his empty glass in his palms. “There are some places where the Nine Realms are far-flung, and there are some places where they are stacked tightly, one against the other. Where the borders between them are thin.”
I leaned forward and poured him another glass of scotch. Odd goods, indeed.
“Thank you,” he said. Then he raised an eyebrow at me. “Didn’t you ever wonder why boiling hot water pours from the ground in this place?”
“Well, that’s because in Yellowstone the earth’s crust is—” I paused.
“Thin?” Caroline asked.
I took a deep breath and decided to just let this debate between science and mythology go. “So there’s a dragon,” I said. “And Vali…what? He went after it? He went to stop it?”
“I don’t know,” Loki said. There was a sharp edge to his voice. He raised his glass to his lips and drained it.
“Look,” I said, “I hate to disappoint you, but it’s not like Vali texts me or anything. I haven’t seen him since November.”
Loki stared at me. For a heartbeat something flashed in his pale eyes, something dark and feral and howling. My stomach clenched painfully, and I turned away, my breath catching in the back of my throat, the words I was about to speak dead in my mouth.
“I saw him,” I said. My voice sounded choked and thin, as if it came from far away. “I dreamt of him. On Christmas Eve. He had a blue sword, and he…He went into a dark place.”
Loki closed his eyes. “So he’s found Hrotti,” he muttered. “Vali has claimed the ancient sword of heroes.”
I felt cold as I remembered the dark mouth of the cave and the burned tang in the air.
“What do we do?” I said.
Loki shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. Caroline wrapped her arm around his shoulders.
“What do we do?” I said again. “You came here for a reason. You want something from me. What do you want?”
For a long time neither of them moved. The refrigerator kicked on again with a hum; the clock ticked softly in my study. Finally Loki sighed and reached for the Glenlivet. He divided the last of the scotch into our two glasses.
“Take us there,” he said, raising his glass to clink against mine. “Maybe it’s not too late.”
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