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416 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 31, 2015





"I have taken some liberties with these gods and their histories. As I did my research, I found multiple interpretations of individual gods and their backstories, so I really had no choice. I would pick the one I liked best and then put my own twist on it."And I am sooooooo glad she did because the world she’s created is an exciting, sexy, entertaining place to be!
"Well, this is it. The first book in my new series, Call of the Crows, and right off the bat, I want you to understand this is not a rewrite of an old book nor is it a fleshing out of an old book. The Unleashing is a brand-new book and series, with brand-new characters, brand-new locale, and brand-new trouble. Although my book Hunting Season, which has been out since 2005, was the start of this idea (introducing the two main Viking Clans at the heart of this series, the Crows and the Ravens), The Unleashing is me taking the whole thing to the next level, and it’s a definite stand-alone."The bottom line…














“What the hell was that about?” Alessandra asked.
“She had to go.”
“Aren’t you her mentor? Aren’t you supposed to be helping her?”
“She had a clipboard! There is no help for people who walk around with clipboards for absolutely no apparent reason!”
Alessandra went back to the tablet she was working on as Leigh stormed over, a beer now in her hand.
“You have to do something.”
“I know. I know.” Erin returned to her deck chair. “Trust me. I know. ”
“Not only is she a menace,” Leigh went on, now good and panicked, “but she’s all eager and hopeful, ready to change everything with her focused energy and positive work ethic. We can’t have that, Amsel.”
“On one condition,” she’d told the veiled woman. “I have to bring my dog.”
Fathomless eyes had frowned at her over the veil. “What?”
“I’ll take your offer . . . but only if I can bring my dog. No dog, no deal.”
“You’re serious? You’re willing to give up your chance at a second life for a dog?”
“I won’t go without Brodie.”
Folding her arms over her chest, the woman had held what looked like a watering can . . . which seemed, to put it mildly, weird.
“You do know,” the woman asked Kera, “that you’re standing in front of me with a knife sticking out of your chest? Right? I send you back now, like this, and it’s over. No second life. No feasting at Valhalla. No Ragnarok. You do understand that, right?”
“Not really. I don’t know what Valhalla and Ragnarok have to do with anything. What I do know is that I don’t go anywhere without Brodie. I’m not leaving her. She comes with me or I don’t go. It’s that simple.”
“You’d give up everything I’m offering you for a dog?”
“She was there for me when no one else was. I won’t leave her.”
The woman leaned back a bit. “Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating.”
Kera jerked the hammer again, dragging the man down the hall. While she did, her dog, Brodie, had her back. Snapping and charging at anyone who got too close to Kera.
To this day, Kera couldn’t tell what had possessed her to help the ugly little dog. Brodie had not been friendly. But Kera had just moved back to Los Angeles after leaving the Marines. She’d been feeling edgy, tense . . . and angry. Getting work had been harder than she’d thought it would be. Her old friends from high school didn’t know how to talk to her. They treated her like a freak, an outsider. At least that’s the way it felt at the time. And that was perhaps what had attracted Kera to the dog. God knows, Brodie had looked like a freak, an outsider herself at that moment. In the end, it had turned out that ugly, mean little dog was willing to do anything, risk anything, to protect Kera.
And Brodie’s apparent reward for that loyalty? Well, now she was a tall, muscular, one hundred or so pound, beautiful pit bull with all her teeth and her muzzle undamaged. But Brodie was still willing to do anything, risk anything to protect Kera.