Meet the Author:
Sheryl Nantus is an award-winning romance writer published by Entangled, St. Martin's, Samhain, 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.
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...
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Kara slid her tongue over her lips, an innocent move that shot straight to his groin. It was hard not to flash back to seeing her naked this morning in his bed then go back further, to their week in Vegas. For the first time since arriving in the Ridge, he felt alive.
She might be trouble, but sometimes trouble was just what you needed.
Geraldine Hamilton, the town librarian, knew Liam well—he’d been in and out at least once a week to help shelve books and move heavy boxes the elderly woman couldn’t handle. She peered over her glasses at the pair as they approached.
“This is Kara,” he said before she launched herself into a gentle interrogation. “Just visiting. We’re going to look over the travel books.”
Before she replied, Liam had taken Kara’s arm and maneuvered her over to the geography section of the library, where a giant globe sat atop the shelves.
“She’s a sweet lady, but she loves to talk. We’ll never get anything done if she corners us. Don’t worry—Marie will fill her in on our backstory soon enough. If someone mentions seeing you, she’ll let us know.” He patted the back of a wooden chair. “Have a seat and relax. I’ll grab some travel picture books and you can page through them, see if anything triggers.”
There was no one else in the library, making it easy for him to go from aisle to aisle and select a collection of books dealing with North America. It was a start.
He grabbed a thin book about Las Vegas, adding it to the stack. If he could figure out where she came from, it’d make it easier to see where she fit into his life.
And then what?
The question echoed through his mind as he strode back to the table.
The empty table.
Liam laid the stack down, resisting the urge to run through the library looking for her. The chair sat upright, pushed back.
He headed for the front desk, ready for a quick interrogation with Geraldine to see if she’d seen where Kara had gone and if she’d been with anyone.
The front desk was empty.
Fear crept along his spine, the icy tentacles wrapping around his heart. His right hand slipped around to the pistol at the small of his back.
If someone had taken them both…
A high-pitched twitter had him spinning around, relief tamping down the anxiety. Geraldine’s laugh was a distinctive sound, not likely given in a hostage situation.
He crept along the edges of the bookshelves until he had a clear view of the children’s area.
The two women sat at a small table. The white-haired librarian flipped through a book before turning it around to show Kara. A quick sweep of the room showed it to be empty except for the pair, easing the last of his worries. He turned his attention to the women.
A bit of the heaviness lifted from his heart at seeing her like this, a part of her inner nature set free. It looked good on her, and he liked it.
She clapped her hands together as Liam approached from behind. “It’s so beautiful…”
Liam stopped and glanced over her shoulder at the children’s book spread out on the table.
Geraldine turned and smiled. “Jack. Your friend here was telling me about Valhalla.”
A throbbing erupted behind one eye as he gazed down at the book, spotting the title.
Viking Myth and Legends.
The brightly-colored images showed a variety of people and creatures, most of which he recognized from his own childhood, tales recited by his father and grandfather.
His heart raced as he saw the two women focus on the image of an armored woman, multicolored wings spread wide as she flew over a battlefield.
He tried to tamp down the fear rising in his gut, the bile choking the words from his throat.
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