I'm a creature of habit. I have the same breakfast every day, follow my writing schedule religiously, and go to bed before ten on weekdays. Wild adventures are for my heroines, not me. I'd rather stay home on a Saturday night than follow my assistant on a drinking binge. Nothing is allowed to mess with my schedule.
Except my assistant makes some valiant efforts. And his friend-ex?-gives me a story crazy enough to be in my next book. Hell, parts of it were in my last book. How's this possible?
Hold on. They're talking berserkers and Odin and… Valkyries?
Okay, being a Valkyrie could possibly mess with my schedule. And so could falling in love with two immortals.