For a thousand years, Mist has shepherded battle-slain warriors to their choice of Valhalla or Asgard. It's the task she was charged with upon her own death, the mission she chose when becoming Valkyrie. Never before has she fallen for one of those warriors. But then, never has she felt emotions like those evoked by Kurt Stone.
As an undercover cop, Kurt expected a shortened life. He didn't expect an afterlife spent jumping from realm to realm, screwing a tattooed hottie who makes his blood boil. He should be choosing his next destination, but he'd rather spend eternity indulging in Mist's delectable body. The vicious betrayal that led to her death has made Mist reluctant to trust, let alone love. If Kurt can help her face ancient demons, they both might find their idea of Heaven…together.
Reader Advisory: A cute chick at a club shows Mist a very good time on the dance floor. Valkyries are nondiscriminatory that way.