Book Four of the Immortals Series
Enten, the god of winter, has spent centuries avoiding rejection from women. He might be cold to the depths of his very soul, but one woman—his Chosen—holds the key to melting his permafrost. To keep her, though, he must embrace the heat sweeping through his heart—and his body. Unfortunately, he and the group of gods he calls brothers are trapped on Earth’s plane by a malevolent force that could bring violence to her doorstep.
Gloria Wingfeather lived through hell, physically and emotionally singed by the viciousness of her ex-husband. For years, she’s dedicated her time and her heart to making a life for herself. The sexy god of chill has the potential to heal those charred wounds or to set her ablaze with passion.
Enten, god of winter, is cold as ice…every inch of him.
“You’re awake.” The female’s soft voice washed over Enten like gentle waves.
“I am.” He almost swallowed his tongue, getting his first glimpse of the woman poised above him. Holy shit. He didn’t know where to look first. Her mahogany eyes, fixed to his, were large in her dusky brown face and surrounded by the longest, thickest lashes he’d ever seen. But her mouth…pink as a conch shell’s secret whorls, pouty and plump, begging to be kissed. His eyes traveled to her long and regal nose, which had Enten believing the angel astride him had been born of kings. Her whole visage, surrounded by the softest looking riot of dark curls held him spellbound.
“Glorious,” he whispered, and color rose on her cheeks.
“No. Actually my name is Gloria,” she corrected. “Glory for short.”
Glorious. Glory. Enten revealed to his fellow gods. She is mine. He cried. My Glory.