PERFEKT ORDER
THE ÆRE SAGA: BOOK ONE
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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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Skål, y’all!
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