Monday, January 28, 2019

Guest Post, Excerpt & Giveaway ~ WARRIOR NIGHTS by Sheryl Nantus

Warrior Nights (Odin’s Bastards, #2)
by: Sheryl Nantus
Series: Odin’s Bastards
Genre: Military Romance/Fantasy Romance
Release Date: January 28, 2019
Publisher: Entangled Amara
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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…

I've always loved Norse Mythology, even as a child. I was the kid who snuck into the Adult Section of the library to grab the big, thick volumes in the non-fiction section. Mythology grabbed my imagination, from the Greek Gods to the Roman Gods to the Norse Gods—and who didn't read at least ONE copy of The Mighty Thor when it was on the comic book rack? When the Marvel movie came out, I was enthralled by the images, Valhalla brought to live on the big screen with all the majesty and beauty I'd read about in those old books.

But we had to wait until Thor: Ragnarok to see a Valkyrie in all of her glory—and see what happened to the others in her group. I'd always loved Valkyries, loved the concept of strong warrior women—like Wonder Woman and the Amazons, another ancient idea of fighting women who took care of themselves. But what happens to these women when they're not collecting souls for Valhalla or delivering evil, condemned people to Helheim? Sure, they train and prepare for Ragnarok, but the job of going out every day and performing their duties must eventually wear them down—an other-worldly type of PTSD at seeing bloodshed and war over hundreds of years, man's cruelty to man.

My initial idea for the series blossomed from the thought of a Valkyrie coming down to a battlefield and finding a lone survivor of an ambush, drawn to him because of his inner strength and courage. What would he think of this flying woman, especially if she kissed him? Would he think he was insane or hallucinating?

What would she suffer for not reaping his soul for Valhalla? That grew into the first book, Her Alpha Viking, where we first meet Kara—the heroine for Warrior Nights.

Kara got a chance to indulge herself in some very human desires during that book and she ends up paying for it in the second—not in the sense of being punished for what she did, but for her attitude as a Valkyrie. You also meet Liam, a man trying to hide from his past and atone for his own sins, of which there are many. Both end up looking for redemption together, love helping smooth the way. Well, that and a fighting attitude.

The third book, WARRIOR IN LOVE, is due out in June and deals with a harsh fact of Valkyrie life—what happens when you burn out? When you've reaped hundreds, thousands of souls off battlefields throughout the years, it takes a heavy toll on your soul, Valkyrie or not. Laila wants to retire, but she has one last mission to do… and it involves an Indiana-Jones type of man, Trace. He works for Interpol, retrieving artifacts for their rightful owners, no matter how dangerous it is. But when the artifact could trigger Ragnarok if it falls into the wrong hands… The two of them have to save the universe! I can't wait to show it off to you—I think you'll agree Valkyries have never been so cool and so much in love as with Odin's Bastards!

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.

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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.

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