Liam Wolfson, the professional assassin, is dead. His new persona, Jack Hammerson, lives in a small town in Colorado, happy helping out as many of the townsfolk as he can. It’s his way of working toward some kind of redemption for his sins. Until one night when an amnesiac woman falls into his arms, calling out his old name...
Kara remembers nothing about her previous life, only brief glimpses of an old lover and their time together... but she knows her fate is entwined with Liam's. Then there’s the familiarity with all things Valkyrie and Valhalla. She worries she might be going crazy.
Liam has worked hard to hide all traces of his old life, but Kara rips old wounds open as their old feelings for each other come rushing back. But it's not just Kara who's come to town looking for answers. When mercenaries arrive looking for Liam, he’ll need Kara to remember what she’s capable of if either of them is going to survive...
Each book in the Odin's Bastards series is STANDALONE:
* Her Alpha Viking
* Warrior Nights
About the Author
Sheryl Nantus is an award-winning romance writer published by Entangled, St. Martin's Press/Swerve, and Harlequin's Carina Press.
When she's not writing about hunky heroes, she is sipping tea, playing board games and writing haiku.
A total fangirl at heart, she met her husband through an online fanfiction community and currently lives in Pennsylvania.
Sheryl Nantus was born in Montreal, Canada, and grew up in Toronto, Canada. A rabid reader almost from birth, she attended Sheridan College in Oakville, graduating in 1984 with a diploma in media arts writing. She met Martin Nantus through the online fanfiction community in 1993 and moved to the United States in 2000 in order to marry. She loves to play board games and write haiku, although not usually at the same time. A firm believer in the healing properties of peppermint tea and chai, she continues to search for the perfect cuppa. In 2011 she won two second-place Prism Awards from the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of RWA for her steampunk romance, Wild Cards and Iron Horses and the first volume of her superhero romance trilogy, Blaze of Glory.
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A loud, rolling roar of thunder shocked Jack awake from a dead sleep. It took a second for him to identify it as harmless, holding back from grabbing the nearby pistol from the coffee table. He turned onto his back, the couch springs whining at his movement, and stared at the ceiling, taking long, deep breaths to calm his racing heart.
The raindrops pounded on the windows like a boxer working the speed bag, intermittently switching to wet snow that slapped the glass with feeble blows.
Jack Hammerson sighed and sat up, scrubbing his eyes with his palms. The temperature in the room was already dropping, his bare skin prickling at the cold. It was the start of winter, the cold weather taking charge of the small Colorado town for the next few months.
He'd fallen asleep on the sofa, listening to the all-news channels drone on as he enjoyed one of his few days off. The wet boots sat in the hallway, drying out along with his jacket, soaked from the short run to the apartment from his truck. A day off didn't mean he didn't work, just that it wasn't at the warehouse loading skids into the delivery trucks.
His body tensed, instinctively reacting to something other than the thunder.
He reached over slowly and wrapped his fingers around the pistol grip.
Another loud clap of thunder and Jack got to his feet, the automatic by his side. He held his breath and listened.
Something scratched against the front door.
Not sleet or hail.
He went to the nearby window and peered out between the blinds. His grip tightened as he squinted into the darkness, focusing on what lay outside.
A lightning bolt shattered the sky, a heavenly flare illuminating the world for a few brief seconds.
"What the hell?"
He unlocked the front door before jerking it open with his free left hand, swinging the pistol up to aim into the driving storm.
A woman fell past him onto the hardwood floor, landing on her hands and knees as the rain drove in, dousing Jack's face and bare chest. She was soaked through, her leather jacket and jeans waterlogged and providing little protection. Long blond hair stuck to her face, hiding her features.
He tucked the pistol into the small of his back before taking hold of her arms and dragging her inside, kicking the door shut with one bare foot.
Jack knelt down, pulling the woman up so he could get a clear view of her face.
Her soft blue eyes locked with his. The pang of recognition shot through him like the lightning bolt that had revealed her.
He swallowed hard, finding his voice. "Are you okay?" The ball of panic in his gut twisted, expanded.
Kara lifted a shaking hand to cup his cheek. "Liam?"
"Yes," he answered instinctively.
She slumped in his arms, unconscious.
Jack twisted around, nausea building and burning his throat.
If she's here ...
He laid her on the ground carefully before rushing to lock the front door, double-checking the deadbolt before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bathroom. The tub wouldn't be comfortable, but it might offer some shelter from the gunfight he feared was about to break out at any second.
Jack placed her gently in the bathtub, doing a quick once-over before snagging the off-white towel from the rack and draping it over her.
Nothing. No weapons, no wallet, no identification of any type. No open wounds, either, lifting that weight from his heart.
He snatched the combat knife off the small shelf and tucked it into his pocket — he wasn't going to leave any weapons within reach.
Just in case.
Jack ran a hand through his shoulder-length hair, his pulse hammering in his ears.
"Fuck," he said aloud.
The thunder shattered his thoughts, and he raced back to the living room, pulling the pistol free.
Jack positioned himself and looked out through the blinds again.
There was nothing more to see, the various shades of black and gray shattering only with the lightning flashes. If anyone was out there, they'd have to wait in the driving cold sleet until dawn.
Jack glanced toward the bathroom.
He rubbed the back of his neck, the memories rushing up.
Her mouth, so hot and soft. Legs wrapped around his hips with a strength that surprised him — but the woman could kiss.
And when she came ...
He swallowed hard, desire rushing southward with a vengeance.
That little sound was enough to make him follow. With the scratch of her nails on his back ...
He bit the inside of his cheek, forcing himself out of the vivid memory. Their affair had lasted only a week, no promises or commitments offered or given, but it'd stuck with him for over a year.
But now Kara was here, hundreds of miles away from where they'd first met.
She also was using his real name.
Jack rolled the unfamiliar word off his tongue. It'd been over a year since he'd heard the name, shrugged off before coming to Everett's Ridge.
None of this could end well.
He checked his pistol and stared out into the driving storm, squinting as he stood guard.
* * *
Kara came back to herself with a start, gasping for air. For a horrifying moment she thought she was underwater, the fog in her mind clouding her senses. A few long, deep breaths pushed that fear away, and she opened her eyes, blinking as she took in her surroundings.
White tiles. Porcelain.
Her fingernails skittered across the sides of the tub.
Where am I?
She gripped the edges and levered herself up to a sitting position, the large white bath towel falling into her lap. Her blouse stuck to her skin, her leather jacket and jeans soaked through. Her shoes squished as she moved, toes wriggling in wet socks.
A bathroom. Someone's bathroom.
Where am I?
The thought skipped across her mind like a rock on water before sinking fast, replaced with a more terrifying reality as she searched her thoughts.
Who am I?
A flash of memory jabbed her consciousness — soaring through the clouds, her wings beating hard as they lifted her higher and higher.
The lance in her hand felt good, felt right. It vibrated as she etched the invisible symbol in the air, the glyph asking for ...
Then the vision was gone, popping like a balloon punctured by a pin.
She lay back down, her skin itching from the wet fabric. She ran a hand through her blond hair, noting the shoulder-length. The edges were ragged, telling her she hadn't had it cut for some time.
That was all she had. A brief search showed nothing in her pockets, no clue as to who she was and how she'd gotten here.
Wherever that was.
She stretched out her long fingers. The nails were neat and tidy. Calluses marked her palm even though her skin was soft and supple.
The door opened a crack. "You decent?"
She pulled her hands into fists, hiding them under the towel. Whoever she might be, she wasn't about to be taken advantage of.
"Yes," she murmured.
The crack grew to show a man. He stepped into the small room, giving her a friendly smile. Kara sized him up, trying to assess if he was friend or foe.
Dark brown hair, long and pulled into a small ponytail. A matching beard and mustache framed a pair of deep blue eyes, the piercing gaze holding her in place.
The emotional storm burst in her mind, a lightning strike bringing a memory back to life. She remembered something — a laugh, a sly grin as he dragged his tongue along her bare skin ...
His mischievous smirk as he moved down her front, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in his wake ...
A lion's roar in her ear, her own scream matching his in a shared release.
The hot flush surged through her, banishing some of the chill from her bones as part of the fog lifted.
She knew him — intimately.
He wore no shirt — just a pair of jeans, tight on a well-built, muscled frame. His bare chest showed a set of tight abs, the muscles flexing as he held a small stack of clothing.
Her heart gave a little flutter as she struggled to sit up properly, uncurling her fingers. One hand gripped the towel as if it were a shield, holding it between them.
She might recognize him, but that didn't mean she should let down her guard.
"I got some soup warming up." He put a pair of gray track pants and a clean dark blue T-shirt on the toilet. "Thought you might want to change into something dry before you eat."
Kara looked down at herself again, feeling foolish. "Yeah." She cleared her throat. "Yes. Please. And thank you."
He offered his hand. "Here, let me help you out of the tub. Don't want you slipping and falling. I put you in there in case ..." His words trailed off.
She frowned, waiting for him to finish the thought.
"In case you didn't wake up for some time. Better you be in something like that instead of getting my carpet all wet."
She knew it was a lie, heard the falsehood in his voice, but let it go — she was in no position to demand the truth. But she knew one thing right now.
"Liam." She cleared her throat. "Your name is Liam."
He didn't smile, didn't frown at hearing his name. The only reply was to wriggle his fingers, his hand still extended.
She took his hand, slowly rising from the tub with care.
Liam reached for the towel as she stepped out of the tub and onto the bathmat. He folded and placed it on the nearby rack as she held in a sigh of relief at finding herself steady on her feet.
"Kara," he said. "How did you find me?"
She frowned, trying to part the clouds filling her mind.
He stared at her, his forehead furrowed. "Are you okay?"
"I just ..." She touched her temple, the frustration growing inside. "Kara? My name is Kara?"
"Yes." Liam cocked his head to one side. "Don't you know that?" He tapped his chest. "Do you remember me?"
"Yes. No. Your name, yes." She put a hand on her heart, trying to control her racing pulse. "I'm sorry, I'm just ... confused." Her eyes met his. "We've met before."
She didn't make it a question.
He nodded, confirming her gut reaction. "Yes. We have."
"Are we ... friends?" Kara pushed the heated memory down in her foggy mind, afraid she'd gotten him confused with someone else. Or that they'd parted on less than good terms.
One edge of his mouth turned up in a half smile. "I'd say so."
Her cheeks burned, the flashes of memory now confirmed beyond doubt. "Right." She looked around the sparsely-furnished bathroom. "I've got ..." She fumbled for words. "Holes in my memory."
He frowned. "Holes. As in, you don't remember me." An odd look came over his face, as if searching for a way to ask an uncomfortable question. "You don't recall anything."
"No. I remember some things," she corrected him. "I know my name, and I know yours." She didn't want to mention the intimate flashes — at least, not yet. She had no context to put them in, and depending on how they'd parted, it could make an uncomfortable situation unbearable.
He let out his breath in a low whistle. "Damn." He rubbed his chin, nails scratching through the thick beard. "First things first — got to deal with the physical before we move on to the mental. You need to warm up, have something to eat. Hope you don't mind chicken soup." He stepped back. "I brought you some dry clothing. If you'd like to take a hot shower, go ahead. It might help get the chill out of your bones before you catch cold."
Kara looked down at herself again, the cold clammy fabric sticking to her skin. "That's a good idea. Thank you."
"Put your wet things on the rack, give them a chance to dry. Drop the shoes in the tub afterward, and we'll work on them with a hair dryer later, see if we can dry them out without cracking the rubber. Same with the jacket." He spoke in a calm, measured tone as if used to dealing with soaked clothing.
"Okay," he repeated. A light blush touched his cheeks as he backed out. "See you in a few."
The door closed, leaving her alone again.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Kara," she said again, feeling stronger with each pass. "My name is Kara. His name is Liam."
What else have I forgotten? And why?
Liam laid out two bowls on the kitchen table, even though he had no appetite. The automatic pistol lay within easy reach with a bullet sitting in the chamber.
Just in case they had any uninvited visitors.
He braced his hands on the counter and shook his head, letting out a low curse. His first instinct was to throw his head back and scream, rage at the unjustness of the universe, but that'd draw attention to himself — if not from Kara, then from the other inhabitants of the motel who might hear him over the storm and wonder what their quiet, withdrawn neighbor was doing.
But he wanted to — Lord, he wanted to.
It was hard not to stare down the hallway at the bathroom. Steam curled under the closed door and escaped, ghostly wisps reaching skyward. For a brief second Liam imagined her naked and immediately berated himself. It wasn't the time or place to do that.
But he was only human.
And no matter how much he might want to deny it, the connection between them was a weakness, one that could be used against him.
He forced his attention back to the storm still raging outside, assessing the situation. The local forecast had it continuing for another few hours — if anyone was outside without shelter, he or she would be soaked through and frozen with the temperature drop.
Hopefully, it'd be enough to keep any would-be intruders at bay.
He reached over and picked up the pistol, checked it again.
Just in case.
A half hour later, Kara came out of the bathroom, tugging at the too-large shirt as it fell almost to her knees. Her blond hair was pulled back into a tight braid, still wet. She padded over to the table and sat down on the wooden chair, curling her bare feet up under her.
"Thank you," she said in a whisper.
"No problem." He divvied out the soup into the bowls and placed them on the table. "No crackers, sorry. Just bread and butter." Liam gestured at the loaf lying between them. "Help yourself."
He ate because he had to, not because he was hungry — a habit picked up in the field. He'd need energy if things went sideways.
A woman showing up from his past definitely fit the definition.
Kara went through half a loaf of bread, smearing butter across it and dipping the folded slice into the hot soup. She took a big bite, letting out a hum of satisfaction.
He clenched his teeth, remembering the last time he'd heard that sound.
Oblivious to the damage she was wreaking on his body, she continued to spoon soup into her mouth, gripping the utensil like a weapon.
Liam didn't dare interrupt her until she slowed down, afraid she might bite her fingers off by accident.
Another crack of thunder blasted overhead, reminding him of what had brought her to his door.
Finally, he figured she'd sated her appetite enough to risk speaking. "You been out there long?"
Kara paused. "I guess so." She ran her spoon around the edge of the bowl. "I've been trying to remember how I got here."
"That's a good start," Liam prompted. "And?"
"I remember going along the road, walking." She looked up at him. "What's the name of this place?"
"Everett's Ridge. We're about three hours' drive from Denver, up in the mountains." He studied her face, looking for any signs of recognition. "You don't have any car keys — do you remember driving in?"
She pursed her lips, frowning. "No. I don't recall being in a car."
"There's two Greyhound buses a day from the city, one early in the morning and one in the evening."
"Guess I came in on one of those, then." She shrugged as she drained the last of the soup. "I feel like I've been traveling forever."
"Where's your luggage?"
"Where's your luggage?" Liam said for a second time. "A purse, a backpack? I've heard of traveling light, but no phone? Nothing?"
"I don't have any of that. I think." She leaned back in the chair. "No wallet, either. Maybe I hitchhiked my way into town, got mugged along the way — they took everything, left me alone." She shook her head. "Can't think of a lot of alternatives."
The thought of a group of thugs manhandling Kara had him stifling a growl, banishing the image from his mind's eye.
No, that wasn't likely to have happened — no one touched Kara unless she wanted them to. He'd seen what she did to anyone getting up in her personal space without permission.(Continues…)
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
A phenomenal mix of the mundane and the magical! The story line was a fast-paced but smoothly flowing - From the opening storm to the final strike of lightning - I was engaged and excited with the turn of each page to see what surprises were in store for our cast next. The author did a superb job of building the suspense tossing in some substantial twists and casting a bit of misdirection throughout the story line The Characters - Liam- A retired assassin who just wanted to start over - was that too much to ask? Kara - An amnesia suffering heroine that we truly do not know a whole lot about - she gets flashes of memory but are they real? or is she truly losing her mind? A small town of very entertaining and at times surprising supporting characters Warrior Nights is filled with action and suspense with a background of romance Does not disappoint! Definitely, recommend for those who enjoy fantasy/paranormal packed with action and suspense *Note - This is the first book I have read from this author, the copy I read was a comp to me, from my understanding this is not the first in this series - I had no trouble reading this as a standalone and will be investigating this author further as I found her work well written and highly entertaining
"Warrior Nights" is an interesting fantasy/thriller with some romance elements. Kara shows up at Liam's door without any memories of her life or knowledge of where she has been- she only knows her and his names. Considering that Liam is going by a different name and hasn't seen Kara since the week they spent together in Vegas over a year ago, Liam is shocked by this turn of events. He takes Kara into town to try to track down who she was before. Kara learns that Liam was an assassin who had a revelation when he was working as a mercenary and is working to turn his life around. He saw some soldiers come to take rations from a village, but the villagers had none to spare and the soldiers attacked. After the battle ended with many civilian casualties, valkyries came to take the civilians to Valhalla and other valkyries came for the soldiers. After that, he gave his money to charity and now gives back in whatever ways he can. He is trying to move forward in a better way- although he knows he cannot erase the red in his ledger, he wants to do some good with the rest of his life. Kara is helping him and contributing for herself as well. Although she doesn't remember all of her past, she wants to do good also. As they spend more time together, their romance is rekindled. However, their happiness is soon to be short-lived when Liam's past catches up to him. Following with fantasy/thriller/action scenes, the book is very fast-paced and the romance takes a backseat to the overall plot of the battles/dangers. I found the book really interesting and not quite what I expected- but enjoyable nonetheless. The story was really engaging, and like Kara and Liam, I also fell in love with the town and its people. It was easy to get invested in the story and in the backstory of the two main characters. I would definitely be interested in reading more from this world (but with even more romance!). There are some really great romance scenes in the first half of the book, but the second half is a little full of other things (e.g. battles and danger)- I'd be up for more in this case though! I would definitely recommend this book for people who like fantasy/thriller type stories with a dose of romance! Please note that I received an ARC from the publisher through netgalley. All opinions are my own.