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If life were a sh*t sandwich, Evan Parker would be buried in a buffet of dung. Half wolf shifter, half magic user, he hasn’t come into his powers yet, although his aunt who he lives with, assures him it’s only a matter of time. Evan hasn’t got a clue what difference having powers will make. He can barely talk, he has post-it notes and lists around his apartment to help him function, and his wolf form is as mute as he is. Combine that with the necklace of scars that cover his neck, and Evan knows he has nothing to offer any guy, let alone a mate… or does he?
Odin, Norse god, know-it-all and overly curious person, knows who Evan is to him. Rather than dismiss his vision, Odin changes his appearance, masks his scent and goes digging into Evan’s life to find out what makes him so special. It had to be something amazing, otherwise the Norns (Fates) wouldn’t have picked the young wolf to be his companion for eternity. The more Odin sees, the more he likes…
It should’ve been a straightforward mating, but it wasn’t. A local coven has Evan on their agenda. Odin’s wolves get overly playful. Then there’s the lovely Frigg, who the coven believes is Odin’s wife, hanging around yelling "O.M.G", and that’s without considering how Thor and Loki might feel about the whole situation. Dead warriors arm wrestling, talking ravens, did I mention the demon? What more does this story need except an HEA.
This book is part of a series but can definitely be read as a standalone. It involves a spot of violence, a bit of swearing, and intimate situations between men which should only be read by adults.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
You want us to play with that wolf? Play with him?
Invisible to the naked eye, Odin glanced down at his faithful companions. Geri and Freki were easily three times the size of the wolf Evan shifted into, their coats thick and long, better suited to European winters.
“I’ve always thought a solitary wolf looks lonely. Unnatural.” Odin kept his voice low although his glamor meant Evan couldn’t see, hear, or scent him unless he dropped it. “I’m interested – curious to see how he interacts with others of his kind.”
We’re hardly his kind, Freki huffed, shaking out his coat. He’s likely to shit himself if he sees us.
“Language!” Odin scowled. He could cuss with the best of them, but he wouldn’t allow trash talk from his companions.
READ MORELongevity and familiarity bred contempt, even among loyal wolves. A thousand pardons, my lord. Freki bowed low. What I meant to say was the young wolf shifter is likely to defecate all over himself when faced with much larger examples of his own kind.
“I’m not so sure. Satisfy my curiosity.” Odin tapped his chin with his index finger. “Natural wolves are creatures of instinct – they fight or run when faced with an unusual situation, especially when they’re on their own. Obviously, they stay and fight to protect their young or food, but single wolves only have themselves to protect.”
Now I’m confused. Freki tilted his head. He’s a shifter, not a natural wolf. You said you wanted us to play with him. Wagging tails, bouncing around – play. Why would he want to fight or run away?
“He might not. That’s what I mean. I’m curious. I want to know how he’ll react when he sees you two - being playful.”
His companions didn’t get it; Odin knew that. Truth be told, the whole experiment would be a waste of time. But there was something compelling about Evan – Odin couldn’t stop thinking about him, although he tried.
And that puzzle, set by the Norns, Odin had no idea why they believed someone like Evan was meant for him. It wasn’t like Odin had a caring bone in his body. He’d heard Thor and Loki both complain bitterly about the way they’d been raised, and Baldr hadn’t spoken to him in centuries – and he was the good son. There had to be something special about Evan beyond his stunning hair and shy, yet perfectly formed features and Odin was determined to find out what it was. “Just go,” he said, waving his hands. “Go and play – have some fun with the little shifter.” It really wasn’t fair that Evan had no one to play with.
Giving their best approximation of a shrug, his two unnaturally big wolves slipped through Odin’s wards and headed out into the forest.
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