Not all that glitters is gold
I thought I was a goner after my old frenemy Odin dropped a Ragnarok-sized truth bomb on me at an Asgard Awakening (terrible show—don’t watch it) fan convention, but the situation is contained for now, and I’m heading west to search for the runes that make me immortal. Dying is counterproductive, and I, the great god Loki, enjoy living in the twenty-first century, even if I have to do it in a body that prefers men over women. What can I say? Gunnar Magnusson is, as the cool Midgardian kids say, hot AF. We all make sacrifices.
But the unscheduled appearance of a foul-mouthed gangster hummingbird could pull the pin on Odin’s ticking bomb and expose secrets that would not only destroy the first true friendships I’ve forged in centuries but also kill any chance of finding my runes.
Nestled within a golden kingdom called Las Vegas, the mysterious, gilded Nine Realms Resort and Casino is my only lead. It could also prove the biggest gamble of my life.
Pass the poker chips. Your favorite gender-bending trickster is going all in.
Book 2 in the Asgard Awakening urban fantasy comedy series