PERFEKT
ORDER
THE
ÆRE
SAGA: BOOK ONE
By: S.T.
Bende
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Genre: Upper YA Fantasy (Norse Mythology)
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All's fair when you're in love with War.
For
seventeen-year-old Mia Ahlström, a world ruled by order is the only world she
allows. A lifetime of chore charts, to-do lists and study schedules have helped
earn her a spot in Redwood State University’s engineering program. And while
her five-year plan includes finding her very own happily-evah-aftah, years at
an all girls’ boarding school left her woefully unprepared for keg parties and
co-ed extracurricular activities.
So
nothing surprises her more than catching the eye of Tyr Fredriksen at her first
college party. The imposing Swede is arrogantly charming, stubbornly
overprotective, and runs hot-and-cold in ways that defy reason . . . until Mia
learns that she’s fallen for the Norse God of War; an immortal battle deity
hiding on Midgard (Earth) to protect a valuable Asgardian treasure from a feral
enemy. With a price on his head, Tyr brings more than a little excitement to
Mia’s rigidly controlled life. Choosing Tyr may be the biggest distraction—or
the greatest adventure—she’s ever had.
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“Can
I come in?” Tyr asked. His hands were still open—maybe to prove he was unarmed.
Not that it mattered much—a guy who could fly and battle a creature that size
wouldn’t need a weapon to debilitate me.
I
gave him my finest stink eye.
“Please,
baby. Let me explain.”
My
eyes darted wildly between the forest and my boyfriend. There was a beast in
the woods, but there was a man unaffected by gravity on the porch. One who had
most definitely lied to me. I wasn’t sure which unnerved me more.
What
I really wanted was to understand; understand how Tyr had done what he’d done;
understand how he and Freya seemed human enough, but obviously weren’t;
understand how that wolf was so powerful; understand how, if Tyr was an alien
or a superhero or a mutant or whatever he was, how we could possibly have any
kind of a relationship; understand why everyone but me had Henrik’s absolutely
awesome lighters.
“I’m
coming inside.” Tyr walked slowly, palms up, and stepped through the door. Then
he walked backwards to the closet, where he hung up his crossbow and the two
space guns. He shut the door gently, entered a code that I assumed locked the
room, and closed the cover on the keypad.
I
still hadn’t moved.
“Can
I touch you?” he asked.
I
nodded. Tyr slowly moved to my side. He took one of my balled fists and pulled
me from the door.
“No
more secrets,” he vowed. He pulled the lighter out of his back pocket and threw
it off the porch. “Henrik didn’t make a special lighter. This is all me.”
He
held out one hand and muttered something in Swedish I didn’t understand. Light
shot from his hand and I spun around to follow its trajectory. It hit what
looked like a clear screen at the edge of the woods, and traced an arc around
the house in a half-dome, encasing the property in a silvery coating. Tiny
spots floated gently from the dome, like thousands of luminescent snowflakes,
and soon the ground around the house was covered in a glittery powder. Tyr
snapped his fingers and the powder disappeared. Everything was as it had
been—it was as if the whole night had never happened.
My
knees buckled as the room started to spin. Tyr caught me just before I hit the
ground. He swept me up in his arms and carried me to the couch.
“Okay,
prinsessa. Time for the talk.”
He
tucked a heavy throw around my legs and sat next to me. He kept one of his
shoulders an inch from mine. I cautiously turned my head to appraise him. On
the outside, nothing had changed. His eyes were the same midnight blue, his jaw
the same perfect square, and the enormous arms folded calmly across his chest
were the same ones I loved to curl up in.
But
everything felt different. I realized I had no idea who this man actually was,
where he came from, and what else he was capable of. The only thing I knew for
sure was that I needed answers. Real answers, this time. No more
secrets.
I
drew a shaky breath and spoke the words that would change my life forever.
“Who are you?”
AUTHOR BIO:
Before finding domestic bliss in suburbia,
S.T. Bende lived in Manhattan Beach (where she 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 and The Ære
Saga. She hopes her characters
make you smile, and she dreams of skiing on Jotunheim and Hoth.
Find S.T. on Twitter @stbende or her website
(www.stbende.com). While you're at it, introduce yourself to @UllMyhr and
@TyrFredriksen -- when they’re not saving the cosmos from dark elves, they love
meeting new friends . . . especially the human kind.
Want to connect with fellow Norse god fans?
S.T.'s readers have created a Facebook group! Head over to the RagnaRockstars
page to chat with other readers, talk with S.T., and get access to exclusive
content... including Ull POVs and sneak peeks at upcoming Ære Saga books!
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