Grieving for the loss of not just her parents but nearly everyone she loves, Emma Thornton beseeches her pagan god Thor for help and receives no answer.
Devastated by the events that put her brother into a coma, Emma renounces Thor on the graves of her parents. When a mysterious man shows up at her farm looking for work she has no idea just what she's getting into, nor does she realize that passion and love go hand in hand. When her world is shattered by betrayal, Emma must find the strength to go on.
The mighty Thunder God Thor has been given an ultimatum by his father: find a mate, or the lives of all the Norse gods will end. Thor is unwilling to settle for anything less than total love and commitment. When the swirling waters of the scrying bowl reveal the grief-stricken Emma Thornton, he is instantly smitten, desperate to have her love. He's devastated to learn it is he who has caused Emma's pain.
"You smell good.”
The heat of his breath against the back of her neck, made her shiver. Who knew that she had such a sensitive spot just below her ear? Who could have known little tendrils of desire would attach themselves to her suddenly, over-sensitive nipples and burn a trail down to her nether parts.
Warmth settled in her middle as an unfamiliar heat pooled between her legs. She fought the urge to stiffen her spine. She didn’t want him to think he made her uncomfortable. If anything, he made her feel alive for the first time in her life.
Relaxing against him, she sighed when his lips touched her neck softly. His calloused hands brushed down her arms and wrapped around her to pull her rear back against his hips. The press of rigid flesh between her buttocks was nearly her undoing. Suddenly, she didn’t care that this man was a virtual stranger. All she cared about was how he made her feel. What he made her feel.
“I love the feel of your body rubbing against mine,” he whispered in her ear as he nibbled gently on the lobe.
She groaned when his thumbs brushed over her nipples, causing them both to pebble against the soft cotton of her pajama top.
He shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t let him. Something deep inside her said it was wrong, yet she was powerless to stop it. Her arms and legs felt like gelatin and she couldn’t force herself to voice her protest.
Even when her mind said no, her hand reached up and covered his. She pressed his hands harder against her breasts and instinctively wriggled her bottom against his hard cock.