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THOR

The daughter of his eternal enemy becomes the God of Thunder’s obsession...

Thor has spent the last thousand years single and alone, and he’s just fine with that. Having lost his home, his people, and his dignity, he’d rather work on motorcycles than try to find someone to share his time with. That is, until he spots an irresistible fiery haired beauty at an underworld speed dating event.

Princess Sutrelle ‘Elle’ of Muspelheim has run from both an arranged marriage and an abusive father. Elle is more than happy as a waitress, living life hiding amongst mortals on Midgard. But when she accidentally sits at a table for a speed dating event and stares into the intense eyes of the one man who would want to see her dead more than her father, she loses all sense of reason.

Will Thor listen to his heart and let her in for good, or slay her as he vowed to do with all those of her kind?

Thor is book nine in the Speed Dating with the Denizens of the Underworld shared world, filled with surly gods, sheltered sorceresses, and more.

CHAPTER1

Sutrelle sat straightas a board as Thadren’s massive searing hand rested on her upper thigh. She stared at her plate of food trying not to shake.

“Are you not hungry?” Thadren asked, his deep voice rumbling through her.

Sutrelle swallowed hard, the dryness of her throat ready to choke her. “I think it must be all the excitement.” She forced a small smile on her lips but refused to meet his fiery gaze.

His grip tightened, making her bite the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming and running from the table. All around men and women laughed and ate and sang like a pack of wild animals in heat.

“Wait until our wedding night,” he whispered. “I will show you such excitement you will never want to leave our bed.” His rust-colored beard tickled her cheek but to her surprise she didn’t find his scent of metal and spicy soap unpleasant.

Surtr, Sutrelle’s father chuckled on the other side of Thadren and clapped Thadren on the back with a massive ash black hand. “I never thought having a daughter like Sutrelle would bring me anything but misery. It’s good to know she will be of some use to you and bring you some happiness my friend.”

Sutrelle’s cheeks flushed at her father’s jab. For as long as she could remember she’d been nothing more than a burden and disappointment to her father, king of the fire giants. She wondered for the millionth time why he’d bothered to let her live after her mother died in childbirth. He’d always blamed her for the death of her mother, especially since her mother hadn’t borne him any sons before bothering to die, as he always reminded Sutrelle.

To look at them you’d not know Sutrelle and Surtr were related. Where his eyes and beard glowed with fiery flames, her eyes were a light hazel. And though she’d been blessed with flaming red hair, it neither glowed, nor burned like her father’s. Not to mention his ten-foot-tall ashen skinned bulk towered over her diminutive frame. Nothing about Sutrelle said she was the daughter of a giant.

“Here, my dear.” Thadren lifted a piece of quail from his plate, his massive hand engulfing it and making it look more like mouse kibble than an entire mouthful of meat.

Though he wasn’t quite as tall as her father, Thadren had at least fifty pounds of muscle on him at least.

Thadren held the meat toward her lips and the scent of it made her stomach growl and roil simultaneously. The lingering smell of smoke and herbs mixed with the oily scent of the meat and she had to swallow back the bile that rose in her throat.

“You are as tiny as this bird,” said Thadren. “You need to put some meat on yourself if you are going to bear our children.”

“Ch-children?” she stammered. They weren’t even married and already he wanted her to give him children.

Thadren laughed. “Of course. With your beauty and my physique our children will be the envy of the nine realms. We will be able to form alliances with other realms for the first time in generations.” His hand left her thigh for the first time, and he stroked her cheek with the back of his index finger. “This marriage will allow me to finally avenge the wrongs done to my people. With heirs to help rule, and your father’s armies at my back the only thing sweeter than the victories I achieve will be having you to warm my bed.”

Sutrelle’s nails dug deep into her knees as Thadren rubbed the quail meat across her bottom lip. Sutrelle opened her mouth slightly and took the smallest bite possible.

Swallow it. Just swallow it.

Thadren chuckled and shoved the rest of the food in his mouth before sucking on his thick calloused fingers. “We will have to work on your appetites.”

Sutrelle caught her father’s seething glare over Thadren’s shoulder. Her cheek no longer stung from where her father had struck her the week before after hearing her pleas to not make her marry Thadren. But just because it no longer stung physically didn’t mean the threat he’d made to her if she didn’t marry Thadren didn’t loom over her like a noose awaiting her throat.

Sutrelle quickly cast her eyes downward.

“Forget about her. After tomorrow, you will have the rest of your life to do with her as you please. For now, we need to talk. I need to plan for my armies and what I gain out of the deal,” said Surtr.

Thadren nodded and Surtr stood as did everyone at the banquet.

Sutrelle got to her feet as well and watched her father turn without a word and head for the exit.

Thadren looked to her and opened his mouth to speak but the sharp tone of her father’s voice calling him had him giving her a small bow and following her father out like an obedient guard dog.

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