Endre by ST Bende
Book II of The Elsker Saga
Release: September 9, 2013
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Entranced Publishing, Rush
Blurb:
Sometimes, finding your destiny means doing the exact opposite
of what The Fates have planned.
Winning the heart of an immortal assassin was a dream come true for Kristia Tostenson. Now she’s knee deep in wedding plans, goddess lessons, and stolen kisses. But her decision to become immortal could end in heartbreak -- not only for Kristia, but for the god who loves her. Because while Ull would do anything to protect his bride, even the God of Winter is powerless against the Norse apocalypse. Ragnarok is coming. And the gods aren’t even close to ready.
Winning the heart of an immortal assassin was a dream come true for Kristia Tostenson. Now she’s knee deep in wedding plans, goddess lessons, and stolen kisses. But her decision to become immortal could end in heartbreak -- not only for Kristia, but for the god who loves her. Because while Ull would do anything to protect his bride, even the God of Winter is powerless against the Norse apocalypse. Ragnarok is coming. And the gods aren’t even close to ready.
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“If
you're looking for a different take on New Adult that has plenty of
swoon-worthy moments, some nail-biting action, and a mythological world you can
lose yourself in, this book is for you.”
About the Author:
Before
finding domestic bliss in suburbia, ST Bende lived in Manhattan Beach (became
overly fond of Peet’s Coffee) and Europe… where she became overly fond of
McVities cookies. Her love of Scandinavian culture and a very patient Norwegian
teacher inspired the books of The Elsker Saga (TUR, ELSKER and ENDRE). She is
an audio co-host of #NALitChat, and helps compile indie new releases for the
USA Today HEA blog. She hopes her characters make you smile and that one day,
pastries will be considered a health food.
Find ST on Twitter, her blog, or send her an e-mail. While
you’re at it, introduce yourself to @UllMyhr -- when he’s not saving the cosmos
from dark elves, he loves meeting new friends. Especially the human kind.
Author social media links
Email:
stbende(at)gmail(dot)com
“What do you want to know?” Ull lowered his sunglasses lazily
and eyed me with a look that made my insides burn.
“Well,” I paused. “Uh… what am I supposed to do if I’m
attacked?”
“You mean if this happened?” Ull launched himself off the
chaise, wrapping one arm around my waist and dragging me across the beach. He
cradled me in his arms and landed in the froth where the ocean met the shore.
“See? I’m totally defenseless?” I gazed up at him, my back
pressed firmly against the wet sand. He hovered over me, supporting his weight
on his forearms.
“I am afraid you are.” Piercing blue eyes locked in on mine.
Between the depth of his stare and the heat from his abs, I forgot everything
else.
“Um …” I bit my bottom lip.
Ull tilted his head to one side, a small smile playing at one
corner of his mouth. “Now what did you want to know?”
“I--” I broke off as a wave washed over us. The warm saltwater
lapped up to my waist then retreated, leaving a film of sand over my legs.
“You were asking me how to defend yourself?” Dangit, it was
hard to focus with Ull’s dripping body pressing against mine. Yes, I wanted
whatever it was I’d asked about. Self-defense, right. But there was something
else I wanted more.
I bent my knee and twined my calf around Ull’s. I shifted my
hips just an inch and stared into those endless blue eyes. They sparkled in the
sunlight. My arms were trapped beneath his torso, so I turned my palms upward
to touch the spot where his chest met his shoulders. It was so smooth, so firm,
and so very, very warm. My eyes never left his as I moved my thumb along the
line of his shoulder, down his biceps and down to the crook of his arm. I drew
a slow circle inside his elbow and Ull blinked.
“Kristia,” he whispered.
“Yes?” I tried to reach up to stroke the stubble lining his
square chin, but my arms were pinned.
“You are not trying to defend yourself.”
“So?” I raised my head and kissed his jaw. “Maybe I don’t feel
like fighting you off.”
“Mmm,” Ull closed his eyes as I kissed my way up to his ear.
“So if someone came after you, you would just let them do this?”
He swiftly rolled onto his back, forcing me on top of him. He
shoved his fingers in my hair and tugged gently, pulling my head back. He kept
the other hand just above the bottom of my bikini, firmly pressing my hips into
his. I squirmed against the hold, trying to find a way out of his grip. Though
I tactically had the upper hand, I couldn’t move.
“Well I wouldn’t let just anyone
do this.”
“I should hope not,” he growled softly. He raked his teeth
along my throat and paused at the hollow of my neck. “Because this could end
very badly for you.” He ran his tongue along my collarbone. I shivered.
In a lightning-quick move, Ull flipped me onto my back and
pinned my arms above my head with one hand. I gazed adoringly at the fierce
assassin glowering over me. “And this. What would you do if someone did this to
you?”
“Uh,” I blinked. If I told Ull what I really wanted to do right
now, I’d turn every possible shade of crimson.
“Focus Kristia.” Ull stared at me. “What would you do if you
were trapped?”
“I… uh… I’d,” I blushed. “You seriously want me to fight you
off?”
“If you are so bent on going through with this little exercise,
then yes. Give it your best shot. And then I believe, you promised to pay me
for the lesson.”
“Gladly.” I narrowed my eyes and wrenched my arm as hard as I
could. It didn’t budge. I tried again but it was futile.
“You are outmaneuvered and I am twice your weight. Try
something else.” Ull commanded.
I threw my shoulder into his chest and tried to roll to one
side.
“You cannot out-force me. Look at the difference in our masses.
Think tactically, Kristia. What can you do that will debilitate me?”
My eyes widened. “You don’t want me to--”
“I want you to find a way to get me off you. Do what you have
to do.”
I closed my eyes and raised a knee to his groin. Ull groaned
and rolled off me.
“I’m so sorry! You said to--”
He raised a hand and waved at me, turning away.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated.
“That was good.” He rolled back with a grimace. “But if someone
is bent on capturing you, they will come back for more. And quickly. Your next
step should be to run.”
“If you want I can get some ice for--”
“Run, darling.” It was a threat. “Now.”
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