Godhunter by Amy Sumida

Myth and magic collide in this award-winning, action romance where gods manipulate the human race, and one witch stands against them. When Vervain uncovers the truth about the Gods, she is forced into the role of a vigilante witch; hunting the Gods before they can hunt her. But as the Godhunter falls deeper into the world of Immortals, she finds herself in the middle of war where she may just become humanity’s greatest weapon… in the hands of a sexy, rebel god.

SKU: B00E9HY740 Category: Paranormal Tags: fantasy, gods and goddesses, magic and mythology, Reverse Harem, shapeshifters, vampires, witch love

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Amy Sumida is an Award-Winning, Best-Selling, Internationally Acclaimed author of several series including the most beloved Godhunter Series and the musically-oriented Spellsinger Series. Born and raised in Hawaii, she's recently made the treacherous journey across the sea with her feline family in her arms, to a new, promising land; Oregon. She enjoys painting, bellydancing, and gilding everything within sight. But most of her time is spent writing; creating imaginary worlds that she prefers to the real one.

What inspired you to write your book?

Religions have always fascinated me. I started to wonder what the Gods would be like if they were real and how they would deal with followers who abandoned them. I did a lot of research into myths and religions and thought about what kind of paranormal creatures may have come from certain gods. A quick example woulf be Fenrir, the Norse Wolf God. In my books, he's also the father of Werewolves. After creating the Gods, and their motivations, I found that a lot of them would be working against humanity. So, I needed someone to fight against them. The Godhunter was born.

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“You think you know me?” I narrowed my eyes at him and tried to look as fierce as possible, which is hard to do when you’re built like I am. Oh, I worked out, but I wasn't what you'd call ripped. My love of food prevented that, and typically I preferred it that way. A woman should look like a woman. Unfortunately, my lack of height on top of my lack of prominent muscles didn’t exactly make me Amazon warrior material. What it did do was make it hard for me to look terrifying. I was about as scary as an angry Poodle.
“I do know you, Vervain,” Thor smiled when my jaw dropped. “Did you think I wouldn’t know the Godhunter when I saw her?”
“Godhunter?” My whisper was almost a whimper.
“Were you unaware that you’d made a name for yourself?” His eyes showed a little surprise too. Well, yippee-kai-yay, I wasn’t the only one in shock.
“I didn’t realize I was known to the gods at all,” I had hoped my kills had gone unnoticed or at least unaccounted for by the rest of the gods.
“Oh, you’re known,” his smile returned. “Did you really think you could kill gods and no one would notice?”
“Well, it’s not like I left my business card.” Grisly scenes passed through my head. Images I tried hard not to dwell on and which I sometimes needed large amounts of alcohol to banish. I hunted gods; it wasn't like I was going to give them a fair fight if I could help it. Most of the time I felt like an assassin, sneaking up on my unsuspecting victims and leaving bloody crime scenes in my wake. I never worried about getting caught since most of their homes were in the God Realm. It's not like the police would be investigating. So I never thought to cover my tracks. Maybe next time I'd torch the place after I was done.
“A few of the gods you killed had surveillance systems,” he smiled as the blood drained from my face. Gods with security cameras. No, I hadn't counted on that. “You also left your scent everywhere. As soon as I smelled you, I knew who you were.”
“What, are you part Bloodhound or something?” I didn’t like being in the dark, but then I was still fairly new to this game. Maybe I should cut myself some slack just this once. I'd have to be way more careful in the future though. Fire, definitely fire. It would take care of any trace evidence I left behind and be a double guarantee on death. If only I could burn the memories as well.
“We have very acute senses,” he licked his full lips, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away. “Taste, hearing, touch, sight, and smell, they’re all heightened on us.”
“Well woopdee-diddley-doo,” I couldn’t help it, I was getting turned on, and I needed to cover it up with something. Sarcasm won out as usual.
Thor did that godly laughing thing again, which did nothing for my efforts to tamp down my libido. Maybe I needed to start dating. Going five years without getting some lovin’ was not good for god-resisting. I made a mental note to go out that weekend.
“I forget how amusing humans can be,” he was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes.
“Okay fine,” I sighed, “I’m funny, and I stink. No matter how much you flatter me, I’m still not getting on your damn boat.”
“I didn’t say you smell bad,” he was getting that confused look again, but at least the laughter had stopped. “Why don’t you accept compliments like a normal woman?”
“There is no normal here, Thor,” I said his name as if it explained it all. “Lots of interesting things going on but none of them are normal.”
“Point taken,” he licked his lips again, the bastard. “I’m intrigued.”
“No you’re not,” I put my pointer finger in his face, “you’re amused, remember? And the answer is still no.”
“I offer you my blood as safeguard,” Thor pulled a tiny blade from his pocket and cut his thumb with it. If the situation hadn’t been so dangerous, I would have laughed to have seen such a big man holding such a tiny knife. But then if you’re that big, you don’t need a large weapon, do you? He made Mr. Dundee seem like he was overcompensating.
I stared at the blood welling up on his thumb and didn't have a clue on how to proceed. I had the weirdest feeling he was offering me an extreme compliment, and I probably shouldn't insult him by refusing, but what was I supposed to do? I couldn’t remember coming across this in Ku’s book. Did he want me to cut my thumb and press it to his or what? Was I going to be blood brothers, er… blood siblings, with a god? The confusion must have shown on my face because he smiled and suddenly went all deity. He looked at me as if he was bestowing a blessing on me and I had to shake off the sudden urge to kneel.
“Will you accept my protection?” He lifted his hand, and his thumb hovered over my lips. The bead of blood seemed to shimmer as it welled up.
Oh damn. Was he going to put his blood on my mouth? Gross. I couldn’t even bring myself to say yes, I just nodded, and Thor instantly lowered his bloody thumb. I blinked as the shock-waves coursed through me. Tingling, biting power ran inside me like needle-legged spiders as I felt his blood melt into my skin. I absorbed it and knew immediately that his offer of protection was eternal. I was under Thor's protection. A god was protecting the Godhunter. What irony.
“Why did you do that?” I rubbed at my lips and stared at the vanishing cut on his thumb, his body just kinda sucked the blood back in.
“We need you with us,” he slammed back another shot, and his hand shook for just a second as he put the glass down. “We can’t fight both you and them. Now, do you accompany me to my boat or not?”