For as long as I can remember, I've known things I have no way of knowing-it's almost like getting little whispers from the future, little hints about what's going to happen... When I receive an email from an unknown sender about a little town called Marshall Heights, I can't seem to shake the feeling that I'm meant to move there. Fast forward a few weeks and I find myself starting over in this postage-sized town. And when I happen to see him loading groceries into an old truck, I'm shocked speechless. I've been in love with Torsten Black ever since he left me with no explanation eight years ago. Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought of him. So, to see him here, now, in this Podunk town... it has to be fate. But, Torsten isn't as happily surprised to see me. Instead, he appears to be haunted by his past-a past full of secrets and lies. Torsten insists he's not the same man he used to be. He also insists that I'm not safe in Marshall Heights-something which becomes abundantly clear when Torsten's brother, Skarde, a full-blown Viking warrior come from another realm, suddenly shows up in my apartment and tries to murder me. Realizing I'm not the witch he thinks I am, Skarde releases me and then demands I join his cause-a cause I know and want nothing to do with. Even if Skarde is just as gorgeous as his brother, he's a loose cannon. Whereas Torsten is dark and brooding, Skarde is cocky and demanding. The two can't stand each other and, at this point, I'm starting to agree with them both. Regardless, now I'm not only involved in something I don't understand, I'm in over my head. In over my head = Viking wolf shifters, jealous and vengeful goddesses, and the start of the first of three winters which will doom mankind. Learning I possess the blood of the Valkyrie (from Odin) as well as the blood of the witches (from Freya), I'm straddling the line between both pantheons of gods. Stuck in the eye of the storm, I have no idea how to get out...